I decided to wear a dark grey button up with ripped black jeans. Not my usual choice, but damn did I look good. The shirt was almost too small, which made my figure pop really well. I even broke open a Gucci cologne I was saving. To be honest, I’ve never really been to a club before because I’m only 18, but that’s not what the ID says that DJ got for me.
I walked down the stairs to see DJ wearing a lowcut velvet dress. The dress hugged her curves and the v-neck exposed her cleavage enough for any man to do a double take. The dress cut off just above the halfway point down her thigh, and sent a rush of blood below my belt. DJ was also wearing black tall heals, giving her maybe and extra 3 inches.
“Ready to go?” she said, looking me up and down.
“Go where?” a voice from behind me spoke up.
I turned to see Aunt Kimmy in her pink nightgown from earlier, standing in the kitchen.
“Out Mommy, I’m showing Cole Kiki’s,” DJ said, we might stay the night at Jordan’s so we won’t have to drive or Uber.”