The dress barely covered her ass from being so short, while the top part was looser and less revealing. Lake was a bit taller than other girls, having longer legs, but what she had gained in height, she lacked in curves. No matter what Lake ate, she never knew where it went when looking at her thin body. She believed this was as sexy as she would ever get, and she didn’t think of herself that way in the least.
Lake thought of herself as average, a plain Jane. She had straight-as-paper, light brown hair and hazel eyes. When she put on makeup, she thought she still looked like a child. Even when she got side-swept bangs, it didn’t help make her look older.
Done criticizing herself, she looked over at Adalyn’s perfect reflection. “Do you think it’s been ten minutes yet?”
Adalyn grabbed Lake’s hand, ready to leave the safe haven. “Close enough. I’m ready to dance!”
The music got much louder as they exited the bathroom. They made sure to crouch down a little as they hurried to the dance floor where they managed to push their way through the sweaty couples until they reached the middle. Satisfied they weren’t going to be found anytime soon, they pulled out their phones, snapping a couple pictures of themselves.
“I think that’s good enough!” Lake yelled when she got a good picture of herself with a couple sucking each other’s faces off in the background.
Putting up her phone, Lake decided she was going to have fun for once in her life. Hell, I’m already here; might as well make the most of it.
She couldn’t be happier as she and Adalyn started dancing. The two friends had held many dance parties together when Lake spent the night with Adalyn, and they were finally at a real dance party.
* * *
Who on God’s Earth owns that sweet ass?
Vincent couldn’t move his body as he stared at the perfection before him. He was watching a girl with the longest, sexiest legs dance in a black dress which should have been illegal to wear. Especially with a tight little ass like that.
“Who is that? I need to fucking meet her.” Vincent was going to seriously need to thank his friends Nero and Amo for setting this whole thing up. He might have come to Poison with another girl and planned to get Nero’s fake date, too, but that didn’t matter anymore. He was sure the girl shaking her ass to the music would be way better than the threesome he could have had.
I’ve had threesomes before, but her … I want her.
He knew he had competition by the crowd of guys surrounding her and her friend, but then he watched her push them away. I’d like to see her push me away.
Vincent was primed and ready, thinking about all the fun and glorious rough sex they were going…
“Wait, I think I know them.” The flash of the neon light had illuminated their faces for mere seconds. In that moment, he was definitely sure he knew the hot girl’s friend in the purple dress.
Vincent continued to watch them until the perfect moment when they faced him and another strike of light flashed. That was when he wished he could turn back time.
“Holy shit, that’s my fucking sister!” I am going to kill Adalyn and burn that fucking purple dress.
“Yeah, but who’s the one I need in my fucking bed?” Amo was just as entranced.
Something inside Vincent didn’t like what Amo had just said.
His words came out more like a growl as he watched the hot girl push her long, silky hair back. “Lake, my fucking sister’s best friend.”
Amo’s eyes didn’t waiver from her ass. “Damn, have you been keeping her all to yourself?”
“No, man. I’ve known her since preschool, so don’t fucking think about it.” Vincent made sure the last part did come out as an actual growl that time.
He tried not to listen to Nero’s laughter. The guy was clearly getting a kick out of Vincent’s two heads fighting. I’m not thinking about her that way. I’m not thinking about her that way…
“Shit, man, just think about all the years you’ve missed out on that one,” Amo joked, again not moving his eyes, which made Vincent want to rip them out of his fucking big head.
I am going to kill them.
“They are dead.” Although Vincent tried to keep his body under control, Nero’s laughter was making it hard. Then, when two guys appeared and started grabbing at the girls, he decided to fuck control.
“No, they are fucking dead!”
* * *
As the night progressed, she and Adalyn got into a rhythm and they couldn’t be stopped. Many guys tried to dance with them, only to be pushed away. They only danced with each other, which enticed the men even more.
When a group of guys joined around them, Lake noticed their dates had finally found them. She decided to treat them the same way as all the other men trying to grope her by pushing them back. Thankfully they didn’t put up much of a fight, seeming to be content simply watching.
That was when Lake and Adalyn were quickly grabbed by two guys who had gotten sick and tired of being turned down.
Get off me! She was attempting to shove the guy away when Lake thought she heard Adalyn yell, “Vincent!”
“Huh?” Confused, she quickly used all her strength to shove the guy off. When she turned, she saw Vincent heading their way.
Oh, shit. She knew this wasn’t going to be good. Lake and Adalyn scurried toward him.
Vincent happened to be Adalyn’s brother. Well, technically, her stepbrother. They were toddlers when his mother married Adalyn’s father. Hell, they didn’t even know they weren’t anything other than blood siblings until they got older. With them both being the same age, they might as well have been twins.
It’s okay. He doesn’t know we were on a date.
His pissed-the-fuck-off face said otherwise, though.
“What the fuck are you both doing here?” Vincent growled.
Michael and Tim pulled them back. “They are with us.”