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

SAID GET DOWN,

fun here!" I closed my eyes at that very instant, trying to control my

from my feet. Now she was only in a black colored skirt which didn't even reach till her mid-thigh and a

and tightened my hold on it. She was about to unhook her crop top when I started walking, rather marching towards her, taking long strides at

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,

grabbed her hand as soon as I got near her and stopped her mid-way of the

upp here?" She

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