Clubbing & Rubbing-Closed w/ league-sluts
Finally.
Finally, her schedule opened up enough that the mintette could take a weekend to herself. It was one thing to have appointments back to back that filled her checkbook for the month, but it was another thing to actually relax and make plans for herself to recoup so she could do it all over again.
She had nearly dedicated herself to a weekend in--binging Netflix and hiding in sweatpants, if it weren't for the fact the club downtown was having one hell of a rager Saturday night. The thought of dancing and grinding out her frustrations was too good to pass up, and a few hours of makeup, hair, and outfit planning later, Claire was in the middle of a heavily crowded dancefloor in a killer black mini-dress and pumps. It was an outfit that left little to the imagination of what her curvaceous form contained beneath, but screw it all if she didn't need some attention that way. No, she craved attention that way. Lusted for attention. And the way her hips were moving? She was definitely proving that point. @league-sluts
















