The dubstep from the party room downstairs was muffled by the walls of the elevator, but it seemed that the bass still made its presence known no matter where she went. The floor seemed to buzz in time with the tune. Well, it was the music or the extra "razzle" in the bud she held in between her fingers.
Whatever the case may be, she didn't care. She walked away with three highly coveted awards from her latest album, performed a crazy set at the after party, and had enough *poison* in her system to numb any pain from the past, present, and future. "Fuck yes..." She muttered as the elevator dinged and the doors opened to her penthouse suite awaiting her.
Security stood guard by her door; oh trusty security. Always keeping her and her secrets safe. She shot Aldo, head of the Security team, a wink as he opened the door to hazy, dim lit room.
Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she entered. It was the only sound she heard at the moment, which began to worry her. Had her company not made it there yet?
Just as doubt crossed her mind, she heard a soft voice say in a sing-song manner, "Oh, Mileyyyy! Come playyyy!"
Her eyebrow raised as she followed the sexy giggles of her guests, her clit twitching and hardening with excitement at what was to come.
She slowly opened the master bedroom door to find two of her beautiful backup dancers laying in bed, waiting for her.
"Hello, my favorite bitches..." Her raspy voice practically growled out as she shut the door behind her.
