hundred people are allowed entry into each party.”
“I know a person.” Mid grinned. “Let’s go, fellas. We can see the girls later. “Oh, Sam, Dominique and Cat are waiting for you and Carrie in the women’s room. Go get dolled up, see you later.”
Sameera watched the guys fade into black following the black light reactive rope and the glowing signs to the men’s room. She turned and linked arms with Carrie. “Shall we?”
“We sure as hell shall. This is amazeballs. Jackson, Carlie and Garrick are going to fucking hate missing out on this, for sure.”
“Yeah? They seemed to want some private time.” Sameera winked at Carrie.
“I thought your twin was more reserved.”
“Uh, yeah, but she’s coming out of her shell.”
“Hey girl, bout time you showed up. We’ve been waiting forever to see you.”
Sameera hugged her best friend Catalina and smiled when Dominique jumped in for hers. “I’ve missed you both so much. Hey, meet Carrie.”
“Nice to meet you,” Dominique and Catalina replied in unison. Sameera grinned as her friends dragged her and Carrie out of the entryway toward wardrobe.
“Wow.”
“Okay, so this is how things works. They have a huge closet of new clothing to wear, but we brought you two possibles. I say wear the black bikini top and the black booty shorts with heels. I swear you will look hotter than a hot tamale.” Dominique pushed the articles of clothing on her.
“Carrie. I have an extra bikini top or a really cute white top and mini skirt.”
“Oh, thanks but I think I’m okay with what I have on.”
Sameera laughed. “Carrie, just say yes. She totally has to have everyone sort of matching.”
Carrie accepted the outfit and went into a stall to change.
“Hurry up, you two, so we can get you painted up and head out to the dance floor.”
“Impatient much? Carrie, they are so impatient.” Sameera came out of the dressing room with her clothes, picked a locker and secured her belongings. Carrie soon joined her, still fixing her outfit.
“Who’s gonna paint us?
“We’re going for simple. Look at these fabulous shades. They will glow when we hit the club. For now you just need to put on some glow in the dark shim-shimmery lip gloss. Both of you.” Catalina handed them a wand and each a pair of glasses.
“Body paint?” Sameera grinned. “I want body paint.”
“Oh, girl. Just you wait.” She watched Dominique head to the door and holler for security. The muscle ripped god came to her rescue only to look around and see nothing wrong. “Ma’am, why do you need me?”
“We just need your hands, stud.” Catalina winked and held out the jar of paint. “Sameera get your fine ass over here for this man to put his hands on you. Jacob is it?” She read his name printed on his shirt. “Be a doll.” Catalina smeared the paint over his hands—one hand pink, one hand green—and stepped back.”
“Where do you want them at?”
“You’re a smart boy, I bet you can figure it out.” She winked and Sameera cracked up laughing. Jacob laid his palms over her breasts, his fingers touching bare skin leaving his brand on her.
“Nice.”
“All right, no need to get all pervy. Turn around Sam so he can grip that fine ass of yours.”
“God damn, what a sexy ass,” Jacob growled as Catalina reapplied paint.
Sam swore she heard her friend slap his ass. Next thing she knew he cupped her cheeks with his massive hands, then gripped her hips with his fingertips and stepped back.
“Admiring your handiwork?” she asked over her shoulder. She applied a line of gloss and tossed the shades over her eyes.
“Now for the accessories,” Dominique announced as Jacob tried to get close to Carrie.
“Uh, I have a man. Step back.”
Sameera cracked up. “Come get the light up necklaces and multi-colored bangles.”
“No one else has handprints.”
“I’m brilliant. Now here are your rules, Sam darling. Make him work for it. Work the handprints because
“I know a person.” Mid grinned. “Let’s go, fellas. We can see the girls later. “Oh, Sam, Dominique and Cat are waiting for you and Carrie in the women’s room. Go get dolled up, see you later.”
Sameera watched the guys fade into black following the black light reactive rope and the glowing signs to the men’s room. She turned and linked arms with Carrie. “Shall we?”
“We sure as hell shall. This is amazeballs. Jackson, Carlie and Garrick are going to fucking hate missing out on this, for sure.”
“Yeah? They seemed to want some private time.” Sameera winked at Carrie.
“I thought your twin was more reserved.”
“Uh, yeah, but she’s coming out of her shell.”
“Hey girl, bout time you showed up. We’ve been waiting forever to see you.”
Sameera hugged her best friend Catalina and smiled when Dominique jumped in for hers. “I’ve missed you both so much. Hey, meet Carrie.”
“Nice to meet you,” Dominique and Catalina replied in unison. Sameera grinned as her friends dragged her and Carrie out of the entryway toward wardrobe.
“Wow.”
“Okay, so this is how things works. They have a huge closet of new clothing to wear, but we brought you two possibles. I say wear the black bikini top and the black booty shorts with heels. I swear you will look hotter than a hot tamale.” Dominique pushed the articles of clothing on her.
“Carrie. I have an extra bikini top or a really cute white top and mini skirt.”
“Oh, thanks but I think I’m okay with what I have on.”
Sameera laughed. “Carrie, just say yes. She totally has to have everyone sort of matching.”
Carrie accepted the outfit and went into a stall to change.
“Hurry up, you two, so we can get you painted up and head out to the dance floor.”
“Impatient much? Carrie, they are so impatient.” Sameera came out of the dressing room with her clothes, picked a locker and secured her belongings. Carrie soon joined her, still fixing her outfit.
“Who’s gonna paint us?
“We’re going for simple. Look at these fabulous shades. They will glow when we hit the club. For now you just need to put on some glow in the dark shim-shimmery lip gloss. Both of you.” Catalina handed them a wand and each a pair of glasses.
“Body paint?” Sameera grinned. “I want body paint.”
“Oh, girl. Just you wait.” She watched Dominique head to the door and holler for security. The muscle ripped god came to her rescue only to look around and see nothing wrong. “Ma’am, why do you need me?”
“We just need your hands, stud.” Catalina winked and held out the jar of paint. “Sameera get your fine ass over here for this man to put his hands on you. Jacob is it?” She read his name printed on his shirt. “Be a doll.” Catalina smeared the paint over his hands—one hand pink, one hand green—and stepped back.”
“Where do you want them at?”
“You’re a smart boy, I bet you can figure it out.” She winked and Sameera cracked up laughing. Jacob laid his palms over her breasts, his fingers touching bare skin leaving his brand on her.
“Nice.”
“All right, no need to get all pervy. Turn around Sam so he can grip that fine ass of yours.”
“God damn, what a sexy ass,” Jacob growled as Catalina reapplied paint.
Sam swore she heard her friend slap his ass. Next thing she knew he cupped her cheeks with his massive hands, then gripped her hips with his fingertips and stepped back.
“Admiring your handiwork?” she asked over her shoulder. She applied a line of gloss and tossed the shades over her eyes.
“Now for the accessories,” Dominique announced as Jacob tried to get close to Carrie.
“Uh, I have a man. Step back.”
Sameera cracked up. “Come get the light up necklaces and multi-colored bangles.”
“No one else has handprints.”
“I’m brilliant. Now here are your rules, Sam darling. Make him work for it. Work the handprints because
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