WARNING!! SPOILERS FOR
THE CAMGIRL
If you haven't read my first story on here,
The Camgirl
, go check out my profile and read it. This chapter contains mild spoilers for that story, and though you can probably read up to Chapter 12 of this story before you spoil too much for that one, I recommend reading it first for the best experience!
For those of you who
have
read
The Camgirl
, 1) You're awesome for reading all the way here, I hope you continue to enjoy it! 2)
The Camgirl
is just the first arc of the overall story. I thought about waiting until that was done to publish this, but thought you might like switching back and forth to see what Marie has been up to. This chapter takes place on the same night as Chapter 55: "Stupid Fucking Rules" I hope you enjoy it! <3
I: I Want To Be Your Little Slut
Marie and Lexi
Marie
Marie's body vibrated with the club's near-deafening music as she walked toward the bar. She had just turned twenty in September, but her fake hadn't failed her yet. And she needed a drink. Bad.
As she went up to the bar and ordered a kamikaze shot, Marie scanned the dance floor. The dim lighting didn't allow her to see too much, but she glimpsed more than enough cute girls to let her know coming out tonight hadn't been a waste.
She'd been horny all week, and nothing seemed to satisfy her. Alice and Leah weren't interested in anything more than a drunk make-out sesh now that Liam...
Don't think about him. You're here to have fun and get him out of your fucking head.
Marie downed the shot immediately when it came, thankful for the distraction. She paid for the drink, tipping the bartender, then looked toward the dance floor again.
She'd come here alone instead of going out with friends or to any school parties because she didn't want to develop a reputation with her sisters--and because it was easier to find girls to hook up with at a gay-club--but she still felt hesitant. She'd already decided she didn't want casual sex with a guy. That didn't appeal to her, and even if it did, doing so would just be proving Liam right.
"Is there anything between us other than sex anymore?"
Marie shook herself, realizing she had her phone out and open to her texts with Liam. She'd pleaded with him to give her another chance, promised she would try this time, and be an actual girlfriend like he deserved.
Looking at them just made her feel pathetic.
For a moment, Marie was tempted to order another shot. Instead, she pushed away from the bar and took a few steps toward the mass of dancing people. She stopped however, biting her lip. She felt so awkward just going in there alone, but she didn't really have any friends to go out with.
Sophie and Blake wouldn't have judged her, but Sophie didn't seem like the type to go out dancing. Blake might have come, but things had been tense between them ever since that night, and Blake had just gotten more distant since Marie had told her about Liam and propositioned her.
She could have done that for me at the very least. Her problem before was that I was with Liam, so why wouldn't she sleep with me once he dumped me.
A pop made Marie blink, and she realized she was clenching her fists. She was angry.
At Blake? Or at myself?
Marie sighed. Suddenly, she just wanted to go home. But she knew that all that waited there for her right now was an empty, silent room and an unsatisfying night with her toys. She was too horny--had been too horny all week--for that.
No sense waiting here all night.
Marie finally walked onto the dance floor, looking around as she made her way through the people--just in case.
If Ashley finds out about this, I'll never hear the end of it.
Marie already had enough to worry about in that area.
Once she was in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by couples and small groups of dancing people, Marie felt awkward again. She wished she could have told someone about this, or at least had someone to bring along with her, but the only people she would have felt remotely comfortable talking to about this were Blake and Stephanie. The latter was on the opposite coast, and Marie hadn't talked with her that much lately, either.
Not knowing what else to do, Marie just closed her eyes and started dancing, trying to forget about everyone and everything around her for a few minutes.
The alcohol eventually kicked in, which helped her relax and start dancing with some other girls and groups of girls. Some just danced near her, while a few were more than happy to grind up on her and get a little handsy, but none of them tried to make out her. The one time Marie went for it, she got a lukewarm kiss that lasted a bit longer than she had expected, and the girl danced with her for one more song before excusing herself.
Discouraged, Marie headed back over to the bar and ordered another drink.
As she waited for the shot--another kamikaze; they were blue and tasty--Marie somehow ended up with her phone in her hand, her conversation with Liam pulled up, thumbs ready to type.
"Fuck," Marie swore, letting her phone fall to the bar. She sighed, resting her head on her hand.
"Rough night?"
Marie blinked at the address. She looked up and met the eyes of a girl resting on her elbows next to her, body toward the dance floor. Marie had to look the girl up and down twice. She wore minimal make-up, yet somehow still had plump cheeks, full lips, immaculate eyebrows and light blue eyes that sparkled even in the club's dim lighting. All of that would have made her look a bit too girly if not for her strong jawline.
Her body made Marie's blood run hot. And also made her a little jealous. She wore a crop top and jeans--nothing fancy, but her tanned abs made Marie's mouth water, and her breasts looked impossibly perky. They weren't huge, but bigger than Marie's.
Bitch isn't even wearing a bra.
Not that Marie minded the view that provided. The girl's clothes did make her feel a bit over-dressed in her tight, shiny silver dress, however.
Then Marie remembered what the girl had said to her. Her cheeks heated as she met the girl's eyes again and realized she'd definitely been caught staring.
"Yeah," Marie said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, "Rough night, rough week."
"You here with friends, then?" The girl asked, her voice a little low, almost raspy, "Or just you?"
Marie bit her lip for a moment. She almost lied, but...
Why do you care what this girl thinks? You don't even know her.
She was hot, though.
"Just me," Marie said, unable to keep a bit of heat from her cheeks, "You?"
The girl gestured toward the dance floor, "They're somewhere in there, having fun. I got a little tired and wanted a drink. Heels are a bitch."