I sat down at the bar, flashing my I.D. before the bartender contested my age. As much as I might look like a high schooler, I am an adult of 19 years of age. I've been in the party planning business for a year now and I love it more than anything else in my life. The thrill of being surrounded by people richer than your whole apartment building and it's my best chance of finding my bottom of my dreams...
"A virgin mojito, please." One of my classic, OG drinks. Of course, one could contest that a glass of whisky or a pint of beer is better, but the more exotic the name, the more I feel compelled to order it.
The bartender nodded, and proceeded to make the drink in a flourish while I sat at the bar, scrolling through my social media feed. The amount of notifications that I was tagged in was insane.
"Amazing party planner @VickyMoon does it again!"
"The balloon sea was amazing @VickyMoon."
"At Skye's 18th birthday blast, planned by the undisputed best, @VickyMoon!"
My page already has dozens of millions of followers, not that it matters to me. I don't see them all as friends, I see them as a way for me to earn more money. They are simply there to advertise me as the best planner in the city. As long as you can outbid everyone else, I'll plan you the best party out there!
"Your drink, Miss." The bartender slowly set the drink on a napkin in front of me and I immediately took out the money to pay him. However, he shook his head and gestured towards a handsome man at the end of the bar table.
"No need. This kind sir has already paid for it." We exchanged glances and in the space of ten minutes, he and I had entered the hotel bathrooms and were making out on the sinks.
His suit is a custom-made designer, and his watch is worth a million on its own. Not to mention that this man is hot. I pressed him against the sink, my tongue slipping deeper and deeper down his throat. He groaned into my mouth before flipping me, pressing me against the sink. Darn it... he's a top.
I pushed him away, wiping the corners of my mouth. "Get out." The guy seemed confused but when I snarled at him murderously, he stepped back and ran away. I sighed. And he was so close! Darn it, why can't rich and handsome men be submissive for once? I just want a bottom, is that so hard to ask?
I walked out of the bathroom upset, leaning against a marble pillar in the lobby. Then, through the corner of my eye, I saw a man stagger out of a room, clutching his chest. He seemed disoriented and then, I saw a girl help him up the stairs.
That man doesn't seem drunk... he seems drugged.