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“Do you guys want to order something orrrr…” The tiny brunette smiles mischievously.

“Yeah, let me get two tequila shots, a lime, and some salt,” I order while helping Kayla lay down on the bar.

I can only attribute that nobody even blinks at our shenanigans because we’re in Vegas. Anything that happens here stays here, so I’m guessing that’s the reason the bar is big enough that an adult can lay on it comfortably.

Once the bartender has what I need, I place the lime in Kayla’s mouth, and I sprinkle salt on her breasts. I pour some of the shot on her belly and watch as chills break out on her skin. I look into her twinkling eyes and lick my lips.

“Bottoms up.” I dive in and slurp up theJose Cuervolike it’s the last thing I will ever drink.

I kiss around Kayla’s belly button. Then I trail my tongue up to her breasts to lick the salt. I take my time licking up every drop before continuing to the side of her neck. I suck her sensitive skin into my mouth, knowing my mark will remain.

I finally make my way to her mouth where I take the lime with my lips and suck the juice. Kayla’s chest is heaving up and down, and her nipples are hard beneath her swimsuit top. I can’t wait to take them into my mouth. But wait is exactly what I have to do if I don’t want to end up in a Vegas jail cell.

I help Kayla sit up and pick her up off the bar. Her body slides down mine as I place her on her feet. The feel of her body against mine is heaven, and by the look on her face, I know she feels just how excited I am.

“That was hot!” someone yells behind me.

I turn around to a small crowd cheering us on. I was completely in my own world and hadn’t noticed the wild party still going on around us. I smile at an embarrassed Kayla and kiss her lips.

“You can officially mark off number sixteen.”

“Doing a body shot wasnoton my list,” Kayla says with a shake of her head.

“Uh… yes, it was.”

Kayla slaps her palm against her head. “I’m going to kill, Shelby.”

“Well, I’m going to thank Shelby!”

14

More Shenanigans

KAYLA

Ihop out of the shower hummingCity Girls,and I laugh to myself. I have never listened to so much raunchy rap in my life. But the music is very fitting for my first girls’ trip. We’ve had so much fun these past couple of days that I think the smile is permanently etched on my face.

It’s a change from my normal demeanor, and I’m not mad about it. I am not angry or even a sad person, but I wouldn’t classify myself as happy either.

Again, I have to shake off my negative thoughts to finish up in the bathroom. I walk into my bedroom of the large two-bedroom suite we rented. It’s amazing what having a billionaire cousin can get you. It’s another perk of being on vacation with Shelby.

“Hey, Kay, do you need me to do your hair?!” Shelby yells from the other room of the suite.

I check my hair out in the mirror. When I got my partial sew-in, the beautician permed my leave-out so it will all blend even when it gets wet and curls up. I like the “natural” way it looks, and I don’t have to put much effort into doing my hair, but unlike before, I still look stylish.

However, I do want to impress Anderson. I don’t want to show up for our night out looking like I didn’t care. I want to get out of the habit of not looking my best. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to look nice.

I spent so much of my childhood and most of my adulthood trying to be invisible that I feel guilty for wanting to look nice. I was always so thankful for having the basic necessities when I was a kid that, as an adult, I tended to live way below my means so that I wouldn’t have to be without again.

I have plenty of money in my bank account, and I shouldn’t feel guilty about getting things for myself. And although I will never be someone that spends my money without thought or be high maintenance when it comes to the way I dress, I will take more care of my appearance.

#18. Stop dressing like a schoolmarm.

“Can you put those wild curls in my hair?” I finally answer Shelby after some consideration.

“Sure! Let me plug in my curlers, and I’ll hook you up!” Shelby hollers from the other room. I smile to myself because Shelby is the kind of friend you need when you are embarking on something new.

She will support you however she can, and will encourage you to step outside of your comfort zone. Shelby is a real friend to me, and I’m thankful for her. I just wish that Emani would tell me what’s going on with her.