Chapter 3 The One Where Barbie Went Clubbing

"Shit Emi! He stroked your hair and you didn't go for it? Damn! I thought I'd taught you better. Even my sweet Amber knows the signs. He's a doctor, he's single and he's a Ken." Angelica scolded me. Again. She explained that I should've stripped, and let him have his way with me. Sexy ways. Ugh...maybe I should since I was feeling the hots for him. Of course. I should've known better. My life is in their hands now. Later that night, when my group of girls arrived, Amanda went straight to doing my hair and makeup while Amber started me up with a glass of wine. Our sweet deranged Amber. I know. I didn't know how, but Angelica managed to pull out the skimpiest dress I owned. I decided to pair it with my black stockings, not wanting to bare my naked legs for the whole club. Callie called me an hour ago, telling me that she was staying with her friends. She said would be back tomorrow afternoon. My sister was another problem that I had to worry about. But as long as she came home in one piece. I would deal with her issue when she gets back. Ken called me after Callie ended her call. He said that he got me rehired. I was pissed at him, but then Derrick called and told me to get my ass back to work tomorrow morning. His dad apparently ordered him to do so. He accused me of going behind his back and straight to his father. To which I denied, I've never even met the man. Derick was grumbling but finally said at least he still gets to see my pretty face in the office tomorrow. Fuck. Double Fuck. So that night, I was actually looking forward to getting wasted. Maybe even get laid, if I find the right dick. I know... beggars seemed to be a chooser here. My girls taught me well. We arrived at the club a couple of hours later. Angelica was taking the lead, she was passing us through security. She got us a table and ordered our drinks. She was like our alpha female, while Amanda was the playful one, and Amber was the calm controlled one. I was like an accessory to them, but they loved me to bits. I kept on lowering my dress down. Amber just laughed at me. "Here drink some more. The dress will grow longer if you drink. It's magical like that." "Drink up bitches!" Angelica shouted. I didn't know how many glasses she drank already, but two bottles were already empty. These girls drank their champagne, like water after a long run. Amanda was inviting a couple of guys to our table. I didn't know where she found these guys, but they were all handsome. Well, maybe it was the alcohol taking part in viewing them. But I was a bit tipsy already, one of the guys was inviting me to dance. Angelica was pushing me to him. Guess I'm dancing then. "So what's the occasion?" The guy I was dancing with tried to make small talk. But I was way too intoxicated to understand his question. I just dance to the music. Snaking my hands to his chest, smiling seductively at him. But then my foot hurts. Damn, Ken! I decided to get back to our seat making the guy take off and dance with another woman. Oh well, I saw that one coming already. I slumped to the sofa, while Amber was giggling beside me, pouring me another glass. She was teasing the hunk beside her. Damn. She's good. But what I didn't see was Ken, coming to our table until he was in very close proximity. I was instantly sober. I didn't know a doctor could look this sinful. I chugged down the rest of my champagne, making my girls look straight at me. I knew they were looking out for me. They always had my back, no matter how drunk they became. The downside was now they all looked in my direction and then straight to Ken. They all mouthed "Ken" to each other. He was closing in as Amber was pouring me another glass with her mischievous grin. She was wearing the most conservative-looking dress out of all of us. Yet, she was the one that had been drowning us in champagne. The third bottle drained. "Emilie, I didn't know you were coming here. I thought your foot still hurt." Angelica was quick on her feet as she slid out of her seat to let him take the seat next to mine. "Hi there, you must be Emi's friend. Why don't you accompany her? We need to take our guys dancing. And yes, her foot still hurts. So she's done dancing." The sexy doctor sat beside me. His eyes were on mine waiting to be introduced. "Angelica, this is Maxim Markov. Maxim this is Angelica, that's Amber and Amanda...Amanda, Stop kissing! Maxim this is Amanda." I blushed when they all laughed. I pouted. Though in seconds my girls scattered to the dance floor, leaving me alone with the hot doctor. "Emilie. You look..." "I know, I know the dress is too short. They're making me wear this. They're making me come here. But I love them to death and can never say no to them." I blurted out before I could stop myself. "I was about to say that you look sexy. I like it." His hand was on my thigh. I didn't know how, but I managed to blush in this dimly lit nightclub. He looked pleased with my reaction while I was just glad that I didn't embarrass myself further. "So, who are you here with?" "I was with my boys. But I'm with you now." His hand moved higher, as his body got closer to mine. His head was inches from mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. I suddenly moaned when he latched his lips just below my ear and started giving me small feathery kisses. "Damn Emilie, I can stop thinking about your moan since the sandwich thing this morning. You make me hard. So fucking sexy, Em." I could feel him inching closer. His kiss felt gentle and somehow calming, though only took moments before they got hotter and our breaths got heavier. He finally let go, and we were both moved back and looked into each other's eyes. "Woah...seems like we're back too soon." Angelica was thrilled, to see me making out with Ken. I just rolled my eyes at her. "Ladies, do you mind if I stole your friend for the rest of the night?" "Hey, you didn't ask for my permission. Why are you asking them?" I pouted, but then he shut me off by bitting and licking my ear, then whispered dirty things that he was going to do to me besides fucking me. My girls were ecstatic seeing me with Ken. All blurted words saying that I should go home with him. He helped me up and my legs were spaghetti all over again. His arms wrapped around my body, making the girls grin at us. Oohhh...very strong arms. I didn't know doctors had strong arms. It didn't take long before we were out of the club and into his car. "Ivan to my place." "Um... actually, can we go to mine instead? I need to be available in case my sister calls. It's a long story." I slumped back to the seat feeling he might end our night because I came with issues. But he surprised me when he pulled me onto his side and asked for my address. He spoke in a foreign language to his driver. I didn't even want to know anymore. I was getting tired, and my foot hurt.