�What do you want to do next?� I definitely wasn�t in the mood to be too good, I did the good girl thing last night. I wasn�t going to see my city for a week so it was only fitting that I participate in a little farewell party,
�Veruka.� The ultra hot lounge was notorious for it�s hard to cross velvet rope. I needed some fun and I know I will definitely meet up with someone that I know intimately that I wouldn�t mind going home with, male or female.
�Great choice, it�s been about a month since I�ve been there. Believe it or not.� It was easy to believe. New York City was too big to limit yourself to the same places. Of course you had your regular spots, generally the hottest places to be seen, but you couldn�t get stuck in a rut or you would miss out on something amazing.
She left the tip, there was no bill, and we made our way out to Sullivan street after one of the employees called a cab. We hurried into the back of the car,
�Veruka.� Amanda called out to the driver. He turned around and gruffly spat,
�Address.� I shook my head,
�Who the fuck doesn�t know where Veruka is?�
�I don�t bitch.� Well, how do you like that? You have to love New York,
�Figures, bet you know where a hot dog stand is you fucker.� Amanda seemed a bit uncomfortable but I didn�t. You have to give and take, �Look, its just a block up really. No more than three hundred yards.� May seem crazy to some but I have on a fierce pair of stiletto that hardly keep me upright, they definitely weren�t made for walking.
Chapter 102
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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