“Come on, Cora. It’ll be fun, and we can relax, and find a man for you.”
Shaking her head, she turned to stare at Stacey, who flopped down on the sofa.
“Fine, I’ll have one drink, and then I’m out of there,” Cora said.
“Go and get changed. You’ve got to look hot or the guys don’t let you in.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Cora asked.
“What? It’s their club, and what the hell is wrong with dressing up? You’re hot, Cora, so put it to good use.”
“Sexist pigs,” Cora said. What kind of club stopped women from entering or exiting based on the way they were dressed?
Changing into a pair of tight jeans and crop top, she pulled her blonde hair back into a rubber band. When she came out of the bedroom, Stacey looked upset.
“What are you doing?”
“This is the best you’re going to get,” Cora said, holding her hand up. “I’m not interested in picking up a guy. They’re probably all infected with some kind of disease. I told you I wasn’t interested in the club. I’m not going to change my mind.”
“The hot kind of disease.”
Rolling her eyes, Cora grabbed her leather jacket from the back of the couch, and followed Stacey outside. She clicked her car, and when Stacey made to protest, Cora cut her off.
She’d seen many of the Dirty Fuckers around town. They were good looking, but they were also surrounded by women. Cora wasn’t interested in following a long list of women who’d fucked the men. She only had a few rules when it came to men, and not being at the mercy of them was one of her rules.
Starting her car, she drove toward the diner, bar, and club. It was one large building that had a large parking lot. The music hit her ears the moment she stepped out of the car. The heavy beat was filled with sex, heat, and promise. She couldn’t help but be affected by the noise. Cora had heard plenty of rumors about the club but hadn’t believed much of it. Tonight she was going to get the chance to see what all the fuss was about.
The diner was amazing. Cora had eaten there many times, and the chef, Teri was a darling, even if she did belong to the club. Cora liked her a lot, and had tested most of the menu. She was a sucker for some good food.
“Are we eating?” Cora asked, suddenly hungry.
“You’ve got to be kidding, right? We’re going straight to the party. I’m not letting any of those sluts take the best men.”
“You do realize you’ve called a bunch of women sluts for being at this party, right? The same party you’re going to.”
“I’m not a slut?”
Cora gave her a pointed look.
“I’m not a slut, but I may like acting the part of one.”
“You’re a slut.”
Stacey slapped her playfully on the arm. “Sluts have a lot of fun. Come on, let’s go.”
Cora followed Stacey up to the door, not seeing the point in arguing with her. There were two men who each had a woman sat on their lap. She recognized their faces but didn?
??t have a clue what they were called. Cora never paid attention to the club before, choosing to ignore them.
“What are you doing here?” the one on the left asked.
“We’ve come to party,” Stacey said, cocking her hip out, pouting her lips.
“What about you?” the one on the right asked Cora.
“I’m here because she wouldn’t leave me at home.” She crossed her arms over her chest, hoping he tried to piss her off. Cora was more than ready for him. This was the last place she wanted to be, and she was practically begging for them to come at her.
“We only allow party girls inside,” left guy said.