It was true. Katie was Spencer’s best friend in the world; sometimes she even thought she was her lifeline. Despite her insatiable thirst for sex and games, she was more than willing, in fact, almost anxious, to show her cousin a good time. Besides, it’s not like a little fun would hurt, right?

“Thank you. I have to go though, I’m on my way to the airport—we’ll meet you around…ten?” Katie offered, “Or is that not enough time for you and your playmates?”

Spencer laughed, what else could she do?

“That’s more than enough time,” She said, “Are you forgetting who you’re talking to?”

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Party like a rock, Party like a rock star, Party like a rock, Party like a rock star.

Harvey’s looked spectacular. The two-tiered nightclub was ablaze with strobe and black lights, littered with hot and gyrating bodies. It smelled of Cuban tobacco and expensive alcohol, wreaked of sex and old money—Spencer loved it.

“VIP—very classy, K!” Spencer noted, sliding onto the plush leather couch with her friend.

She was already buzzed, something three dates and two quickies in less than four hours could do to a girl.

“Did they put out?” Kate asked, handing Spencer her vodka cranberry, stirred twice with exactly four cubes of ice made from fresh Fiji spring water.

“Kate, look at me.” Spencer began seriously, “How could they not put out?”

“Where’s that mystery cousin of yours, anyway?” She finished, taking a slow sip of her signature drink.

“Bar, I think—Why are you so anxious to meet her?” Kate asked suspiciously, eyeing a very good looking Don Juan from across the room.

“I like making new friends?” Spencer tried, heading to the bar, “I’ll be back!” she shouted.

“The usual Donny,”

Spencer was no stranger to the bar scene and Donny worked all the best clubs. It was always a sort of comfort to know he’d be mixing her drinks.

“Got it, Spencer,”

“So, I’m going to assume, Donald, that you’ve been keeping your eye out for me?” Spencer grinned, nursing her second drink of the night.

“But of course,” he winked, leaning forward so only she could hear, “90 degrees to your left, black halter, curly brunette, sexy pout—hottest piece to come by these parts tonight.”

“Stunning…” Spencer whispered, drinking in the subject of the night.

She is gorgeous

“Just another notch?” Donny asked, watching Spencer’s eyes wander on the brunette just a little longer than the others. The girl was an animal and her repertoire surpassed the impressive—he wondered if she’d ever break.

“Always another notch,” Spencer grinned, snapped out of her daze, “Excuse me.”

I’m getting fucked tonight.

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