I don't get it. Why does she want me to prove myself? It's obvious we are both just in this for the lust and sex, so why make me go above and beyond? Does she want me to like be her personal fuck toy? Like, force me to settle down and commit myself to one person? What is the big appeal out of it? There is still so much out there yet to be tired, how can I just restrain myself to one person? But it's not like I am ready to give up Maddison either, I just started messing around with her, there is so much I want to do still...

Maybe I am just using her for my own sick fetish. Ugh. If that is the case, then what the hell am I going to do? She is such a clingy cry baby. Definitely, strike one that this isn't going to work, I hate clingy! If she really wants to make me hers, then we are going to have to fix that. No one backs Scarlet Ashton into a corner.

I mean what does she expect anyway? She came on to me! You don't just flash someone your ass and expect and meaningful relationship out of it. Ugh! This is so confusing! She makes me so confused. I can't think straight when she's around. My insides get all mushy and gushy. Yuck. No one has ever had this effect on me.

I hate it.

"Let me dress you," I say to Maddison as we raid my closet looking for something to wear out. We have been lounging around all day, but now the time has come for me to prove myself.

"Why?" she asks.

"Because, you dress well, but your body can take so much more. I bet I can show you just how hot you can really be."

"Fine, surprise me." she rolls her eyes.

Most of my clothes are slightly big on her, especially in the chest area, but I make do. I dress her up in a black cocktail dress that has an open back and a flowy skirt like bottom. We are the same shoe size so I lend her some heels. I fix her hair up turning her loose curls into strong tight curls, but not too tight to where she looks like a lady from the 16th century. But it does give her a wild and untamed look which suits her perfectly.

Then I do her make up. Dark red for her lips, making sure to do a gradient effect so it starts out dark on the outside but gets lighter in the middle. I contour her face so that it highlights every great feature, even though she has soft round cheeks. Then I do a simple smoky cat eye making her green eyes pop. Of course, I draw on her eyebrows darker and fuller. Fuck she is gorgeous.

"You look so fucking kissable right now," I say once I'm done.

"let me see, let me see, let me see." She begs as I've been making her wait to look.

I pick her up and walk her to my full body mirror in the bathroom. She gasps at her own reflection her eyes going wide.

"Told ya," I smirk.

"Holy cow! I'm hot!"

"You got the looks, you just need an artist to showcase them in the right way."

"I've never looked so good." She giggles and does a twirl.

"Yeah, yeah, don't rub it in. Now let me get ready, go wait in the living room." I order.

I quickly get myself ready, secretly trying to one-up Maddison. I'll admit she makes me feel threatened. She is freaking smoking hot! Any modeling agency would be drooling to have her in their collection.

I put on my lucky maroon cocktail dress, call me superstitious but every time I wear this dress I get laid, we have been through a lot together. I fix my hair by straightening it and giving it some volume. Then on to the most important part, makeup. I am very familiar with my own face by now so it doesn't take me that long.

"You ready yet?" Maddison complains from the living room.

"Just about." I grab my clutch and walk out.

Once again her eyes go wide and I smirk. I swear she is literally drooling. Still, I can't help but feel she looks better than me. Maybe it's lucky betty, my dress, I wear her so much that maybe she's worn out. But fuck do I want to fuck Maddison tonight. Lucky Betty will have to pull through for me, no way am I chancing it.

We head to my car and then take off towards the club. Turns out Maddison is a total pop hits girl, figured. She sings along to every song that comes on in the car. Even the ones she doesn't know the lyrics to, she just hums and mumbles along.

"How can you listen to that garbage," I complain, changing the station once I've had enough.

"Hey! It's not garbage, music is making a comeback." She flipped it back.

I rolled my eyes.

When we got there I parked the car, suddenly it got real. I got cold feet. No way am I going out there with Maddison. What if someone I know sees me! my heart pounds in my chest as the club is packed to capacity.

"I'll go first if that helps," Maddison said, she must have seen something in my facial expression.

"No you don't---" but before I could finish my sentence she was out of the car and skipping towards the entrance.

Fucker. She did that on purpose as a way to make me feel obligated to go inside. I clench the steering wheel,

"Okay, you can do this. It's just a stupid club, two cities away. No big deal." I give myself a pep talk.

"Except if anyone sees you, you will probably get arrested and stoned to death." My reflection said back.

"Great, well here goes nothing." I swallow down my fear and open the car door.

A cool breeze caused goose bumps to rise on my skin. I shuddered. I looked to the entrance and Maddison was already inside. Sigh. Okay here goes. I can do this. Fuck my heart is going to pound out of my chest.

"I.D," the bouncer said.

I showed it to him and he let me pass.

The first thing I see is a sign that says 80's night in bubbly colorful letters. Inside was really dark and foggy. There is a fog machine that coated the floor in a thick layer of fog that comes to my knees. There is also a bunch of neon lights and a big bar loaded up with all the good stuff. My mouth watered at the sight of it.

Stay strong Scarlet.

I weaved in and out of the crowd in search for Maddison. The music is old 80's hits. Sunglasses at Night by Corey Hart just started, the beat buzzing in my bones. I glance around to everyone around me, making sure I see no one I recognize. Fucking hell, what the fuck am I doing here?

Finally, my eyes catch Maddison on the far side of the dance floor. She is already swaying with the crowd to the beat. How did she even know about this place? How did she get a fake id? Why do I feel like this girl has a secret life? God, she looks stunning in low light. The fog encloses around her making her look like a mystical nymph. I swallow down my fear and step towards her.

She must feel my gaze on her because she turns to me. A smile spreads across her lips. My heart flips around in my chest. Finally, I close the space between us and lock eye with her. She doesn't say anything but instead, she starts dancing into me. Her body pressed into mine, she sways her hips with the music and grinds into me.

I grab on to her hips and move with her. My heart is racing. I can't believe I am doing this right now. What if someone sees us? What will I say? What will I do?

"Relax." She says into me just as the song changes.

When Dove's Cry by prince comes on. I take a deep breath. She's right, I'm being paranoid. Who the hell would find us all the way out here? I just need to relax. I can do this. Lucky Betty don't fail me now.

She moves into me. Our bodies becoming one. She is so warm, breathing heavy. My breath matches her own and I feel like we are buzzing in energy. She turns in my arms her hand running my stomach. I run my hands up her arms. She shudders.

I turn her back around and run my hand up her thigh. She throws her head back and rests it on my chest. I lean down and kiss her neck softly. I run my hands up her stomach to her chest. She moans softly.

She interlocks our fingers and then does a twirl in my arms. She faces me again, her eyes locked with mine. It feels like we are alone in the room like time has stopped just for us. She moves her hands up my shoulders, to my neck, then to my face. I lean into her touch.

She drives me wild. I can't take it. I pull her close and lean down. She pushes up to the balls of her feet, so we are eye level, and our lips meet. I thrill runs down my spine and goosebumps rise on my skin. She pulls back and we are both breathless, oblivious to the world around us.

She doesn't say anything she just rests her head on my chest and wraps her arms around me. The song changes to Crazy for you by Madonna, and I just hold her and sway with the music.