"GET UP! CLUBBING TIME BITCH!" I heard a voice scream. I opened my eyes to see my best friend, Kylie standing over me. "Ky... What are you doing?" I asked sitting up rubbing my head. "You promised me we could go clubbing today since I turned 18... Remember?" She asked, batting her eyelashes. I groaned and got up. "I don't see why your so obsessed with going to the club. All it is, is horny men trying to get some. It's not like your gonna find your true love at a club!" I said as I walked into the bathroom. "Either way, you have to get up cause it 9 at night!" Kylie giggled, sliding on the bathroom counter as I started to wash my face. "For your info, I was out til 7 am last night doing 6 photoshoots." I chuckled, washing the soap off my face. "What ever bitch. Hurry up were leaving in a hour." She hopped off the counter and ran to her room.
"GET ONE MORE GOOD HIT IN JASON!" My "coach" shouted. I pushed Adam to the floor and slammed my fist to his jaw, hearing the cracking noises of his teeth falling on the floor of some guys basement. "AND THE WINNER IS, JASON MCCANN!" Everyone hollered and hooted, as I stepped outta the crowd, tossing my gloves next to my brother Alex, otherwise known as "coach". "Hey, I gotta go home. Haileys has been mad at me latly. She thinks I spend to much time here. Bitch I bring in the money." I said, picking up my jacket from the chair next to him. "I told you bro from the start, shes gonna distraact you from the game. Speaking of money, heres your week's winnings." My brother pulled a wad of hundred dollar bills from his pocket. "How much?" I asked, grabbing the wad, smelling the green paper. "10,000." Alex said standing up, patting my shoulder then asked, "Me and Ken are going to the club tonight. Gonna find some broads to take home. Wanna come?" I shrugged and said, "This is a little low for this week. I guess I'll have to sell more weed this weekend and maybe..." "Okay, I'll see you later bro. Text me if your coming." I nodded and walked out of the basement, from the backdoor.
Soon I was at home, in my drive way. I put my lambo in park and walked inside. "Babe. I'm home." I shouted through out the house. She hopped down the stairs with a angry look on her face. "What?" I groaned glaring at her. "Jason McCann, what time is it?" She asked tapping her foot. "Ughh... 9:45..." I said, looking at the clock on the wall. "Exactly, you came home 3 hours late! You better have brought more cash then last week! $12,000 was too hard to live on babe. I have needs too." She said, walking into the kitchen. I took off my jacket and slammed it on the table, following her into the kitchen. I slammed her against the wall and spit in her face, "First of all bitch, I can be home anytime I want. Second, I bring the money home, and it shouldn't matter how much, ya golddigger slut. Try yelling at me again cunt. Next time it will be worse." I pushed back from her and walked away to get my jacket. "Where the fuck are you going?" She screamed, running to the dining room. I slammed the money the table and said, "Out, heres ten thousand dollars. Go crazy slut." Then I got in my car and drove to the club.
I hopped out of the shower and got dressed in this
I slipped on my gold heels and put on light makeup. "Ky! Lets go!" I yelled walking out of my room and into the hallway. "Coming!" Kylie yelled. A few minutes later she walked out in this
"Wow babe! You fix up nice!" I said, watching as she turned around happy with her appearance. "Thanks lets go!" She said, walking down stairs.
"Oh my god! This is awesome Sky!" Kylie said running to the bar. I chuckled and said, "I guess..." She sat down and demanded 2 drinks. I slipped in the seat next to her and said, "Did they card you?" "No. I think he thinks I'm like...23." I chuckled and said, "Cool." Our drinks were slammed down our drinks down. I took a sip and asked the bartender, "How much?" as I took out my card. "Oh that man over there paid for yours but hers is 5 bucks." He smirked pointing, to a guy sitting at a table a few feet away from us with 2 other guys. I looked over and saw him smirking at me and checking me out. I nodded at the bartender and slipped him a five, patting Kylie on the shoulder and said, "I'll be back." She nooded sipping her drink. I hopped off the stool and headed over to his table.
"So your guy who bought me a drink?" I asked, setting my empty glass on his table. He looked up at me and smiled. "Yeah, babe. Why don't you sit?" He asked, moving over in the booth. I nodded and sat down. "Oh and my name is Skylar Deep." I said flipping my hair to the side so I could look him in the eye. His golden brown eyes gleamed into mine and he smiled looking at my breasts. "My names Jason. Jason McCann." His eyes glided back up my face. "Yeah thats right. Eyes up here buddie." I chuckled pointing to my eyes. "So what do you do?" He asked, sliding his hand on my lower back. "Oh I'm a swimsuit model." I winked, scooting closer to him, resting my hand on his leg. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Really?" I nodded and turned my head to the other guys, "Who are you guys?" I asked. "This is Alex my older brother and his friend Ken." Jason said then added, "So your really a fucking swimsuit model?" He asked, moving his hand to my ass. "Uhh... yeah. Wanna see some pictures from photoshoots?" I asked moving my hand closer to his dick. He nodded, eagerly. I pulled out my phone and showed him some pictures from yesterdays photoshoots.
"Damn." He mummbled, eyeing the pictures. "Do you have one of your ass?" He asked, scrolling through my photos. "Uhh... No." I chuckled, pulling my phone away, then looking over to see Kylie talking/flirting with the bartender. "So you just gonna leave me hanging like that babe?" He asked, shifting in his seat. "Hey, um Jason were gonna leave. Bye bro." Alex said, getting up from the booth then added, "Nice to meet you Skylar." Then they walked away. "I didn't mean to 'leave you hanging'." I said chuckling. "Well, you sit here showing me some sexy ass pictures I shouldnt be looking at in the first place and now you won't show me a womens best asset?" He asked, taking a sip of his beer. "Why can't you be looking at my pictures?" I asked, confused. "I'm dating a girl. Her names Hailey. But I don't think its working. For christ sakes I bring home about 20,000 dollars roughly each week and if I bring home anything lower then that she goes crazy. Talkin' bout Gucci shit and Makeup she can't buy. Bitch is a golddigger. We got in a fight becasue I came home late and brought to little with me. So I came here." Jason said looking at the time on his phone. "You know what you need?" I asked. He head snapped in my direction as I looked in his eyes. I slipped on his lap and whispered in his ear, "A women. A women with a working job, who appreciates the shit you do. Also a women that can give you a fun time."