MJ’s POV

I nervously looked between Brian’s credit card and Versace, chewing my bottom lip. He wasn’t serious right? Like, he did understand that everything in there was over $500 a piece, right? No one ever spent that kind of money on me before and I knew Brain was a stickler about his cash. Hell, not even ten minutes ago at Hot Topic he was rolling his eyes at me over the band shirts and a dress I bought and I spent my own money there! Okay, so maybe I had about three other AC/DC and Guns’N’Roses shirts at home, but these ones were so cute! I planned on cutting them off and transforming them to fit my own style and the cliental at Johnny’s. Don’t hate me for wanting to get tips wearing something that I loved. Dice always told me, ‘if you got it, flaunt it’, and boy did that work.

“Brian…I-I…” I gaped, shaking my head at him. I didn’t feel right about it. That a grand was a lot of money to spend on a dress to go out for dinner and that was for something on clearance. Though, I’m pretty sure there isn’t any clearance wrack in Versace.

Brian’s brows shot up as he looked down at me. “So now you have a problem spending my money?” What he laughing at me? I looked up at him with a small frown, resulting in a sigh from him. “Look, just go pick out something that will knock my socks off, alright? Unless you don’t want a nice dress for tonight…” Now he was taunting me, perfect.

“Fine, but don’t yell at me when you see the bill,” I huffed, receiving another eye roll. I gave him punch in the shoulder after taking the card out of his hand.

“What the hell?” Brian rubbed his arm, looking at me with crease between his brows. “I’m about to buy you an expensive fucking dress!”

“You rolled your eyes,” I shrugged, standing and pulling my purse over my shoulder. If he could give spanks, why couldn’t I give punches? Seemed fair to me.

“That’s not the deal, sweetheart.” Brian grabbed my hand and pulled me back down on this lap. My teeth sank down into my bottom lip as I stared into those amazing brown eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking. “Spanks are for eye rolls and now pinches are for punches,” and without further ado, he firmly pinched my ass, casing me to jump up. “Better get going because I can’t stop Matt from leaving us here once he and Dice are done in the lingerie boutique.” Brian spanked my ass as I turned around to head into the store, my heart racing. Was this really happening?

An hour later we were headed back home and I was guarding my Versace bag. I had never spent so much money on a pair of shoes and a dress before in my entire life. I mean, four grand for that? That was more than I made in an entire month on salary. Though, Brian didn’t seem to mind when I handed him the receipt with his card. He just shrugged and put it back in his wallet. So now I get it. It’s okay for me to spend a shit tone of money when it’s something we’ll both enjoy. Note taken.

“So where the hell are we going for dinner?” Dice called from the front seat, her fingers running over Matt’s knuckles. Well, that was certainly something I had never seen her do before. Was that a loving look she threw Matt? Tickle me surprised when I saw it again when we turned the corner. I’ll be damned. Dice is in love with Matt! I almost squeaked with excitement. I always did have a feeling about those two. I felt like a proud momma, seeing Dice take this huge step in her life and actually embrace an emotion besides anger, hate, or sarcasm. But how long would it last? I knew my best friend too well to know that she would be happy stuck with one thing for two long. Though, her longest relationship has been with my chocolate covered bananas that I first made when we were in middle school. Could she stick with Matt longer than a few weeks? I hoped so. He was a good guy.

Brian and Matt exchanged glances with smirks mirroring on their faces. “It’s a surprise,” Matt finally said, causing Dice to look back at Brian and I and roll her eyes. Did the spank rule apply to her too?

“What the hell are we going to wear?” Matt just shrugged, still watching her with a smirk out of the corner of his eye. “I swear I’ll wear the worst fucking thing you’ve ever seen if someone doesn’t speak up!” Oh, and she would. She’d done it to me before when I tried to surprise her on her birthday last year. Dice wore the most horrible outfit I’ve ever seen as we showed up to the nice restaurant, laughing hysterically because she refused to change when I finally clued her in. Yeah, Dice was a bit crazy.

“Just dress nice, Red,” Brain chuckled, putting his arm around my shoulders. “It’s not ripped denim kind of place.” Oh, so that’s why he wanted me to get a dress from Versace. It was all starting to make sense now, but was there a place that nice in Huntington Beach? Or were we driving out to Long Beach?

Dice whipped around in her seat just as we pulled up to Brian’s house, her eyes narrowing in on the Versace bag. Must be she just noticed that I was guarding it for dear life. Her narrow green eyes darted between me and Brain before a smirk fell over her face. “So Blondie knows where we’re going, but I don’t? That’s no fucking fair!”

“I honestly have no idea where we’re going,” I shook my head frantically at her. “Brian just told me to get a nice dress…”

“And he oh-so conveniently pushed you into Versace?” Now she was laughing, causing a blush to fall over my cheeks.

“Y-yeah?” I mumbled before opening the door and climbing out. I felt guilty enough about spending that much of Brian’s money, I didn’t need her to rub it in. I just hoped he liked the dress. Plus, I would have to make it up to him later.

“So you’ll pick us up around seven?” Brian asked, my eyes still on Dice as she shook her head at me with a smirk.

“Yeah, we should be ready by then,” Matt sighed, looking over at Dice who threw me a wink. Oh, we were both ready to make these guys drool, and my new little dress would do just the trick.

An hour later, I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, staring at my reflection. I was wearing the very short salmon collared dress I bought this afternoon along with the six inch gold textured heels. It was a tight, part see-through, long sleeved, tulle layered dress, that showed off my every curve, long legs, and ass all at the same time. It was almost like the dress was made to fit my body and I had never owned something sexy and expensive at the same time. I just hoped Brain thought it was worth it.

Along with my dress, I had curled my hair and applied just the right amount of make up to make my blue eyes shine brilliantly. I felt like a million bucks but part of me was nervous to open the door and go downstairs to Brain. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if it was too much? Oh, and lets not forget my anxiety over the strip club. Yes, I loved to go to the strip club with Dice but what would Brain think of me? I mean, I let my inner wild child out there with a few drinks. Hell, the last time, Dice had to stop me from climbing up and using the pole. I don’t know, there was just something about that scene that turned me into a different person for a little while—a nice little escape from the naïve MJ everyone else saw.

“MJ?” Brain wrapped at the door behind me and a blush fell over my face. I guess it was now or never. “You almost ready? Matt just texted and said that they would be here in ten.”

“Yeah, be out in a minute,” I quickly moved over to my jewelry box in the corner and pulled my gold and CZ earrings. There, that was much better.

Suddenly my phone started screaming the party rock anthem from the counter, signifying a text from Dice as her picture appeared for a text message. I smiled down at her goofy face, clicking open the picture message. There in front of me was Dice in a backless, black dress with her hair all curled. She looked freaking gorgeous and I suddenly felt a little bit jealous. Why would anyone look at me when Dice looks like this?

Does this look okay? ~Dice

Was she crazy? And since when did she care what others thought? Oh, shit, maybe she was trying to impress Matt! Wow, I never expected that.

You look drop dead gorgeous, babe! How about me? <3 MJ

I quickly snapped a picture, hearing the closet door shut in the other room. What was Brain doing out there? He was getting dressed when I was getting in the shower an hour ago. Did he decide to change his clothes?

If Gates doesn’t bang you tonight, he fucking likes the d. Hell, I’ll bang you and share you with Matt ~Dice

Share me with Matt? Was she talking about a threesome? A deep blush fell over my face at the thought. Not that Matt wasn’t attractive, I guess I just never let the thought of having sex with two people at once cross my mind. Hell, before I started dating Brain I could count the amount of times I had sex on two hands. Now? Well, call me a fucking sex addict because I couldn’t go a day without Brian having his wicked way with me. Speaking of which, we still hadn’t ‘made up’ from this morning.

I took a deep breath and slowly walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs, my heart racing with each step. My teeth found their way onto my bottom lip as I carefully watched each foot move to the next step, praying that I didn’t fall on my ass. It was seconds later when I walked towards the kitchen that I heard glass shatter. My blues shot up to find Brain staring at with his mouth agape and a broken scotch glass at his feet.

“Are you okay?” I asked, moving closer to help clean up the glass. I couldn’t help but let my eyes rake over his body. He looked so damn sexy dressed in that black button down shirt with the top buttons open, not to mention how perfectly his hair stood up in those spikes. God, he was mouth watering.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You just surprised me, that’s all.” he ripped his eyes away from me and scooped the glass into the garbage.

I stood back up and put my hands on my hips, watching his eyes move from my shoes all the way up my body until they met my eyes. “What surprised you?” I wrinkled my brow, slightly confused.

That wicked smirk spread over his face as he stepped towards me, pulling me into his embrace as his hand ran over my curves. “You just look breathtaking,” he breathed before his lips crashed into mine. Oh, god this is what I had been waiting all day for! He tasted so good, like a mix between smoke and spearmint toothpaste, and that tongue. I felt weak in the knees as it danced with mine in a battle for dominance. With each passing second I was rising higher and higher into cloud nine, my back now firmly pressed against the wall.

“Fuck,” Brain and I both hissed as the doorbell sounded. Well, at least they decided to be polite today and not just barge in. Though, maybe Dice had given Matt the heads up about how I looked.

“You assholes ready?” Matt called from the door just as we both stepped around the corner. Once Matt saw me, he let out a low whistle. “Looking good, blondie.”

“Thanks,” there was that evil blush making its appearance again. I quickly grabbed the gold clutch off the table and headed out to the door, only to find Dice leaning against the hood of the Audi, almost flashing us with her one knee pulled up on the bumper. To say her dress was short was an understatement too, but I must say, we both looked pretty fucking hot.

“Well that was quick. Thought you’d last longer than two minutes, Gates,” she teased, pulling me into a hug. Brian flipped her off and swatted a laughing Matt over the back of the head.

“Funny, and I was going to tell you, you looked nice but your mouth ruined it. Now, lets get out of here. I’m fucking starving.”


Matt’s POV

“So you mean to tell me that you and Red used to break into beach houses and crash there over the summer?” I couldn’t believe the shit that was coming out of MJ’s mouth after she had a couple of glasses of wine in her. It was like all of her insecurities disappeared when she had her booze-goggles on.

“Yeah, we would squat in Long Beach all summer when we were in high school. I have to admit that I’m pretty good at picking locks and cracking security codes,” and she looked damn proud of herself too. I guess I never really thought of MJ being one to get in trouble but how could she not when she was best friends with Dice.

Speaking of which, I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off her all night. She looked so fucking hot in that little black dress and don’t even get me started on those tattooed legs in those heels. Fuck, if I didn’t calm down, I was going to bend her right over this table in the restaurant. And to make matters worse, she keeps fucking running her smooth legs over my leg and walking her hands up my thigh. Dice was driving me fucking crazy and my pants were starting to fit really tight. I honestly didn’t know if I was going to make it to the strip club.

“You’re making that up,” I laughed, trying ignore Dice’s walking fingers up my thigh.

Dice and Blondie both turned to look at each other, MJ blushing in response. “Yeah, Blondie here is pretty bad ass when she wants to be. Hell, once she out ran the cops for like two miles…they got my drunk ass though.”

“Wait, you were almost arrested?” Brian gapped. His eyes had hardly left MJ all evening and I could tell he was in the same world of hurt I was. These girls new exactly what they were doing to us with these teasing little game.

“Why is that so hard to believe?” MJ laughed, her cheeks flushed from the wine. What was she on glass three or four now? Hell, it wasn’t my job to keep track.

I threw my head back and laughed. “Because you’re so….innocent….” Now it was MJ and Dice’s turn to laugh. What? Did I say something funny? Have you met the girl? She barely looks you in the eye when you talk to her let alone holds a full out conversation. Oh, and lets not forget that she blushes every time that you say a crude joke.

“She may be naïve but she isn’t all that innocent,” Dice raised her glass of jack to her best friend, a smirk lingering on those beautiful lips. “But she’s broken my ass out of jail and out run the cops loads of times. This bitch used to be a fucking track star…well if she was on the team.”

Brian and I looked at each other with raised brows, trying to figure out if this was some kind of drunken rouse or if they were actually telling the truth. It was hard to tell with those two.

“So you mean to tell me that, MJ, the same girl that is afraid to go down in the basement to get a bottle of wine by herself, has out run the cops and got away with it?” Brian looked shocked and I’m sure so did I.

“Yep, and on more than one occasion,” she said proudly, sloppily holding her wine glass up in the air.

“You guys are fucking nuts,” I laughed as Dice continued on with a story about her and Blondie on a college break sneaking onto the roof of the Library at Yale with three bottles of liquor.

And from that moment, the night got fucking wild. We left the restaurant and headed to the strip club on the other side of town, not exactly prepared for what we were about to witness. From the moment we walked in, Dice and MJ were all over the place, ordering dances, throwing their tip money in girls g-strings, and making a ruckus. I’m not going to say it wasn’t hot watching the two of them get lap dances, but it wasn’t really anything that I expected.

“Come on, Matt, get out the fucking ones, lets go!” Dice cried as she climbed over the table to grab my wallet. “Do you see the fucking back bends this chick is doing! Give her some money!” I gapped at her as she flung dollar after to dollar up on the stage, her beer sloshing in her hand. To say she was smashed was an understatement.

“Come on Dice, just relax, make sure they’re fucking looking before you hand out the cash,” I groaned, knowing full well that the stripper was eye fucking some guy in a booth behind us. “Beside, if you wait then we can both have a dance.”

“Oh, fuck,” I looked up to see Dice running her hands over her face. “We’re out of ones…”

“What?! I just fucking got those!” I swear I was the fucking National Bank of Matthew Sanders today by how much of my money was flying out of my wallet. I picked up my drink and took a sip, trying to control myself and just enjoy the evening. “You better go work for some then,” I wiggled my eyebrows at her only for her to climb onto my lap and call over a stripper. Oh, god this was fucking hot.

I turned my head to the right to make sure Gates was seeing this because I couldn’t believe it myself. I was the fucking luckiest guy on the planet to get a two girl lap dance. Though I wasn’t quiet prepared to see what was going on next to me. “What the hell is MJ doing?” I whisper to Dice only for her to burst out laughing at MJ and Gates. The little blonde was all over the place and if I didn’t know any better I would have said she works here.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that MJ gets a little frisky at strip clubs? Tho, it doesn’t look like Gates minds too much,” she laughed just as the stripper stuck her beautiful tits in my face. “Now shut up and enjoy the show…and maybe I’ll give you one later.”

My dick twinged in my pants at the thought. Oh, it was going to be a good night.

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