wouldn’t be a problem.
As she pulled up to Lisa’s apartment, Gin’s jaw dropped. Lisa was wearing a bright red silk top that was completely backless and tied around her neck and waist. The front was loose fitting and barely covered Lisa’s tits. She paired it with a black lycra miniskirt that was short enough to expose the lower part of her ass.
“Please tell me you’re wearing underwear,” Gin said as Lisa slid into her car.
“Well, I’m not wearing a bra.” Lisa smiled.
“No shit. You may as well have gone topless with the amount of side boob you’re showing.”
Lisa smiled even wider. “The top hopefully comes off later.”
Shaking her head, Gin replied, “Well, I applaud your confidence.”
They walked toward the club, and Lisa peppered Gin with last second questions. As they opened the front door, Gin finally had enough. “It’s just a bar, Lisa. Seriously. Just be yourself. You always have guys falling all over you. It will be no different here.”
Lisa nodded as they approached Dave. “Hi Dave. This is Lisa, and she’ll be joining me tonight.” Gin handed the two cards to Dave.
“Nice to meet you, Lisa.” He looked at the cards closely under the light at his podium. He then dropped them into the card slot, looked up, and smiled. “I hope you enjoy your visit, Lisa.”
He held the door open, and the two walked into the Billionaires Club.
“There’s Vinnie,” Gin said, her heart leapt at seeing him. She hadn’t realized she was nervous that he wouldn’t be there. She walked over and sat down two chairs over. He glanced up and smiled when he saw it was Gin.
“Gin!” He glanced at her outfit. “Not a Versace occasion, I take it.” Lisa slid into the chair between Gin and Vinnie. Vinnie looked at Lisa. “Not Versace either, but definitely has the classy slut vibe.”
“Excuse me?” Lisa turned to look at Vinnie, anger on her face.
Gin grabbed Lisa’s arm. “He’s just kidding! We were joking about designers having classy slut-type dresses now. That was just Vinnie’s eccentric way of complimenting you.” Gin glared at Vinnie. “Right, Vinnie? You were complimenting my friend here, Lisa.”
“Oh, yeah.” Vinnie nodded slightly. “Nice to meet you Lisa. Your outfit is stunning. Really.” Vinnie nodded over his shoulder. “You’ll be a big hit.”
Lisa looked out into the room. “Really? You think so?”
Gin caught Vinnie rolling his eyes. “Rich, you lazy fuck. These two ladies need drinks,” Vinnie yelled out. Rich was at the other end of the bar serving two other women, both of whom were in business outfits and, while pretty, looked more like members than single women looking for a guy.
Rich flipped Vinnie off but soon walked over. Halfway down the the bar a man pulled him over and talked to him. Rich nodded and then continued to their spot at the end of the bar. He ignored Vinnie and looked at Lisa. “Mister Abrams would like to buy you a drink.” Rich nodded down the bar, where a really young looking guy in a suit held up a drink and smiled.
“I thought this was an open bar,” Gin stated.
“Shut up, Gin. The young man over there has bought me a drink,” Lisa replied. She looked at Rich. “Tell the young man I’d like a screwdriver and that I will be joining him shortly.”
Rich nodded and slid a rum and Coke toward Gin, which he had made while Lisa was talking. As he walked back down the bar, Vinnie spoke up. “Billy is kind of innocent and sad.” He looked at Lisa, practically staring at her tits as he spoke, “You’ll eat him alive.”
Lisa laughed. “That’s all I need to hear.” She stood up and walked down the bar. Gin slid over to the chair next to Vinnie.
Gin tapped Vinnie’s glass with hers and took a long drink. Vinnie looked at her but didn’t say anything. Gin put the now half empty glass down. “Phillip dumped me.”
“I know,” Vinnie said.
“Did he tell you?”
Vinnie shook his head. “I figured