Page 5 of Pick Your Poison

“Doesn’t it scare you?” I ask.

“All those stories are just that, stories.”

“You don’t think there’s any truth to any of it?”

“Do I think some crazy shit happens there? Absolutely. You know they say that there is a second party within the party that only a lucky few get to experience. Aren’t you the least bit intrigued?”

I’ve heard the scary stories about this party ever since I moved to Chicago a decade ago.

Some call them the parties to end all parties where powerful people, celebrities, politicians go to rub elbows and make friends. Others, have a very different story to tell.

Stories of orgies, monsters, hidden sex clubs, blank spaces in memory, and of others… who go into the Bellevue, and never come out again. It’s the thing spooky, sexy Halloween stories are made of.

“What would you do?” I ask her.

“Well…” she sighs, “I think I’d go. I mean, you only live once, right?”

I furrow my brows in confusion. “Did you just say YOLO to me?”

“Damn right I did, but I’ll deny it if you repeat that to anyone at all.”

I drop my head back again and stare up at my ceiling.

She’s right. If I’m only going to live once, I may as well live without regrets or wondering what could have been.

And going means I get to feel that connection, that vibration that was like a drug, again.

So it’s settled.

“All right,” I sigh. “Let’s go shopping.”

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Shopping created a bit of a dent in my budget for the month, but standing here, right now, looking in the mirror, I’m having a hard time caring.

I look fucking hot, and it feels so good to actually feel that way.

The short, black body con dress is hugging and showcasing the curves that I have. I make a mental note to not bend over too far because I’ll be giving quite the show if I do.

I added black stockings that have that sexy seam up the back that disappears under my dress.

“Damn, girl, look at you!” Callie says as she eats Cheerios from the box, when she finds me in my bedroom.

“It’s not too much?” I ask, as I apply the last of my matte blood red lipstick. “And that’s my cereal.”

“Hell no! It’s perfect. Which shoes are you going to wear?” She completely ignores my question and smiles as she pops another piece in her mouth.

I toss my lipstick into my clutch then walk over to pull my tall, platform, shiny black stilettos from the closet, holding them up for her to see.

“You think these are okay?”

“Lilith, you’re going to be a walking wet dream.”

“You’re so good for my ego.” I give my wavy, brown hair a bit of a fluff, and exhale sharply, willing my nerves to kick rocks. “I’ll call you when I get home?”

“You better. I want every sordid detail.”

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