Winter had really picked up this London night. Boys lined up at the Velvet club buried their hands in their leather jackets, and girls in their skimpy outfits huddled in moshpits to keep from turning into blocks of ice before they even reached the bouncer. Of course, Apple and her possy didn't need to worry about any of that.

They rode in with a chauffeur and a black rolls royce. The three in bubble dresses red, purple, and blue respectively. Apple strutted her signature red bottom Christain Louboutin heels out of the car, past the queue, and confidently by the bouncer. Betty had signaled to him from behind, so one more poor soul would be saved from Apple's wrath.

"Holy shit, its packet," 

Eliza breathed as they entered the heavy air of dim lighting and dried precum."Obviously, it's the grand re opening. My cousin shuts it down when his out of town," Betty skipped past Apple and headed straight for the bar, leaning on the counter and shoving her titties infront of the bartender for free drinks. It didn't take much convincing. Betty had an average face with makeup but her body looked like a porn star's. 

"Atta girl Bebe," Eliza cheered when Betty returned triumphantly with pink moscato's in the air. 

"His pretty cute," 

she giggled when she reached them, gesturing at the arab bartender she'd just flirted with. We all turned in unison to catch him checking Betty out. But rather then turning away shyly, Betty shook her ass and winked. Betty never got embarrassed by anything. Especially when it came to guys. She was a boy crazy romance novel freak by day, and a slut by night. And rather then hating her for it, Apple liked that part of her the most. 

"OMG," Eliza suddenly screamed, "Someone brought a Chihuahua," 

she raced into the crowd before Apple and Betty could grab her, and got on the floor to baby talk the dog in the middle of the dance floor. Flashing her pink underwear at the happy dog owner at the end of the lead. "That fucking bimbo," Betty cursed in jest. On the other hand, Eliza was as stupid as they made them. The complete embodiment of the classic blonde American. 

"Just let her be, next time we'll bring a toddler leach for her." 

Apple and Betty continued through the crowd, and up a staircase protected by a body guard and a red carpet rope. Betty just smiled and the guard knew better then to stop her. 

"Is Maddie not tagging along?" Betty whispered to Apple.

"Idk, she hasn't been replying to my messages."

The air grew heavier with cigar smoke, and faint vulgar sounds wafted down the stairs. "Sounds like someone's having fun," the girls smiled on each other. They walked into a dark mezzanine room with luxurious furnishing, metal stripping poles, and glass coffee tables full of ash trays and zip lock bags.

"And here's my trampy cousin, say hi boys," a man in gucci, a pair of sun glasses, and two strippers on each leg called to Betty. She showed him her middle finger, "Fuck off Tony," she stuck her thumb at Apple, "this is my friend, be nice or even I wont be able to protect you from her," that brought a light chuckle out of all the other dark suited men. The girls took a seat on one of the empty coaches and were served drinks with the rest. "So hows the shit hole academy doing, heard it's gone down the drain since I left."

Betty rolled her eyes in agreement, "You have no fucking idea, they just accept any jackass now. All the girls are bitches, and the guys players." 

Her cousin chuckled, "you mean like you," Apple laughed at that, earning her a glare from Betty. 

"And what about you gorgeous? Are you like my cousin here?" he asked Apple. 

Apple put on her flirty smile, "the only thing me and Betty have in common is that we fucked Samuel Butch in the 10th grade," 

Betty smirked, "he was big down there, had good arms too," 

"yeah he also fucked like half the grade, pretty sure he got gonorrhea and dropped out cause of it." 

Betty jerked back in disgust, 

"ewww, and I sucked his willy last year." 

Apple laughed, "fucking slut," 

"shut up."

Tony watched their convo in amusement. He was never particularly interested in the girls Betty brought, mostly cause they were underaged and too proud for their package. But something about Apple captivated him. Her body wasn't the type he'd usually go for. She was built like a model and skinny, yes, but he usually liked them curvy. Big mommy titties and a fat ass. More like Betty.

Yet something about her still captivated him. She was exotic. Her frame was delicate, sophisticated. And her face. God that face. People would kill each other over that face. And the most fascinating thing of all. Her arrogance. She wasn't just confident, she was a narcissist. No doubt about it. He had a knack for reading characters. Being a drug lord and all. And by god she had every right to be. But rather then putting him off, it only tempted him more.

"You girl's bored of chatting yet? Why not come out for a ride in my Ferrari, it'll be fun," he smiled at Apple and shrugged the two strippers off. Apple and Betty eyed each other with a grin. A man's desires were always plain on his face, and what Tony wanted was no secret to either girl. But Apple just wanted a good time, wanted to do something wild and dangerous, anything to forget what she wanted to forget. She didn't care if she had to lead him on, anything to get what she wanted.

"This better be fun," 

she batted her lashes at him, swished her brown curls, then swayed her hips out the door with Betty. Tony watched her leave with hunger in his eyes, and a boner in his pants.