Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

Sameera was not even on the dance floor, she was up, on a raised arena made exclusively for the club strippers, on one of the dancing poles. She was swaying in a drunken state, with one hand clutching a bottle of double malt whisky while the other hand having her black leather jacket. I won't lie, she was really looking hot.... Jaw Dropping Hot ! And the way the lads around her were eye-fucking her, left me agitated.

Wait... 4 shots and an empty bottle of double malt whisky!? Does her belly have a stomach or is it fitted with some underground water tank?!

"MISS SAMEERA VERMA! GET DOWN FROM THAT DAMN POLE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I COME UP THERE TO GET YOU!" I yelled at the top of my voice. My face had turned deep red as my blood began to boil.

Suddenly, the blaring of the music stopped and the whole crowd was eyeing me, gawking at me as if I had grown two heads. Umm... you don't expect a girl in salvar kameez with braided hair, that too in a violent mood to show up in night club. Do you?

Jennyyy Babeee! Atlast.. YOUU

GET DOWN,

my eyes at that very instant, trying to control my

she threw her jacket in the air, which fell a few inches away from my feet. Now she was only

earned her hooting, I was pissed. I bent down to pick up her jacket and tightened my hold on it. She was about to unhook her crop top when I started walking,

went up the twirling stairs and then stepped on the glass floored tiles, which led to the stage. Throughout this time only the click-clack of my heels and the shouts of Sameera were present. Rest, all the jerks were simply staring at me as if I was going to

hand as soon as I got near her and stopped

You upp here?" She