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“Where are you going?” Callum’s deep voice carries from the living room. I look over as he stands from the couch. When he turns and his eyes settle on me, his entire body turns to stone. The man could be a statue if it weren’t for his searing gaze moving over me from head to toe.

“Girls' night out.” My brows come together in confusion. What’s his problem?

“That’s what you’re wearing? It’s a fucking napkin.” The accusation in his voice has me looking down at my outfit.

My emerald green top has an open corset front, the strings connecting the two halves stretching over a large gap that doesn’t cover much past my nipples and ends right above my high-waisted wide-legged black pleather pants. This top cuts down the globes of my breasts and puts them on full display.

Too open to wear even the lowest of plunge bras, I’m taped to high heaven. This industrial-strength boob tape is a miracle worker, and it’s definitely fighting for its life against gravity. Somehow, it’s winning—because my giant boobs are currently defying the laws of physics. Best fifty-five bucks I ever spent.

“This napkin is gonna get me lots of free drinks tonight.” There’s not an ounce of apology in my voice. I have nothing to be sorry for, I look great.

“Drinks? Looking like that, they’ll think they can buy you.” Coming closer his eyes keep finding their way back to my cleavage, expression darkening considerably.

Grabbing my handbag from the counter, I saunter over to the door. Pausing with my hand on the doorknob, I throw him a taunting smile over my shoulder. “In that case, don’t wait up.”

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“Are you serious?” Ronnie cries the instant I step out of the car. “Girl, your boobs! You look so hot, I can’t even stand it.”

“I was just going to say the same thing to you. You look so good.” I mean it. The vibrant orange of Ronnie’s monochromatic look pairs incredibly with her rich, dark skin. And she knows how to pull off a look, her mini dress matching both her bold orange lipstick and the shoulder-length, wavy orange wig completing the ensemble.

“You know I gotta show up and show out,” Ronnie laughs, doing a little spin to show off the full effect. She then turns to gesture to the beautiful woman standing next to her. “This is my girl, Maya. She’s my best drinking buddy, she definitely knows how to have fun.”

“I’m Lexie, so nice to meet you.” I introduce myself with an excited smile. “I’m always looking for fun drinking buddies.”

Maya is simply stunning. With thick straight, black hair hanging to the small of her back. Her tan complexion and dark features hint at a Hispanic heritage, with a curvy hourglass figure to die for. “I’ve heard so much about you, I’m very excited to see you get on stage,” Maya laughs.

“Oh, you better believe I’m getting on that stage.” I grin, excitement buzzing through me. “Let’s go in, I’m ready for a drink.”

The bar is large, colorful, and packed with people in various stages of inebriation. A stage that stands along the back wall is lit by colorful spotlights that change with the music. The music playing over the buzz of the crowd has a pulsing beat that vibrates through the floor and makes me want to dance. This is the perfect place to get drunk, let loose, and forget about my problems.

“Lexie, I can’t get over your boobs. How did I not know you have a body like this? You’re doing the world a huge disservice by ever wearing a shirt.”

“I mean, scrubs aren’t exactly the most form flattering.” I laugh, as we make our way over to the bar. “Besides, I try not to show off for the crazies in the ER.”

“So true,” Ronnie agrees readily. “Look at us, the blonde, brunette, and redhead.” And between my top, Ronnie’s dress, and Maya’s skirt, we’ve got tits, legs, and ass covered tonight. We’re a hot group of ladies. This is already gearing up for a fun night.

The first round of drinks has us loosening up nicely. We dance, clap, and cheer for the drunken karaoke performers, and just laugh together. Maya is hilarious, and she’s definitely as fun as Ronnie described. She’s ordering shots and matching my energy on the dance floor.

Lots of male eyes are on our trio from the moment we walk in, and it’s not too long before men are trying to join us on the dance floor. They think they’re so slick, slipping behind us like we won’t notice they’re trying to grind on us. Each one is pushed away, but that doesn’t stop them from trying.

If men have one thing, it’s the audacity. Cue the drunken asshole who looks like he has at least one photo of himself holding a fish on his dating profiles. The type who thinks he’s God’s gift to women, but can never actually land one. Including me.

“My boys like your friends.” He jerks his head to where two other incels stand at the other end of the bar, both leering at where Ronnie and Maya stand a few feet away.

“Oh, really?” My tone clearly says I don’t give a single fuck. Apparently, he can’t take a hint.

“Yeah, so guess I’ll take one for the team.” He leans closer, glassy eyes staring straight at my tits. “I hear big girls give the best head. Why don’t you give the twinkies a night off and put those pretty lips to good use.”

I look him up and down, utterly unimpressed. There’s definitely something he’s hiding under his backwards hat and his blonde facial hair is pathetically patchy. The way he stands stiffly, looking down his nose at me, makes it obvious he’s trying his very best to look taller than he is. Which isn’t much taller than me in my heels. He’s a mess and needs to be put in his place.

I’m not about to let this piece of shit treat me like shit.

“If your dick is too small to get past my ass, that’s all you had to say.” It takes a good few seconds before my words register in his tiny brain. He looks taken aback.

“What did you just say to me?” His voice is tinted with outrage, but I’m just getting started.

“The only companionship you deserve is in the blowup section of your favorite sex shop, plastic women are the only ones that’ll put up with your shit personality.” It’s not just the alcohol talking, but it’s definitely loosening my tongue. “It’s perfect too, because the dolls are great listeners since you like the sound of your own voice so much. I’m sure they have ones you’ll be able to get it up for, I hear they can customize them to look like your mother. That’s what you’re into, right? I mean, she’s the only woman who will ever love you.”

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