The Girl with the Red Lipstick
Prologue
I was completely smashed, that much I knew. My friend Lola was off somewhere making out on some hot guy and now here I am in my tiny skirt and stiletto heals looking for someone to mack on as well.
My signature red lipstick stayed untouched on my lips and my long lashes swooped over my eyes making me look like a goddess. Dispit the fact I was very drunk I still walked steady, it comes from years of experience.
And that . . . that was the moment I saw him. He stood by the bar, his hair to the side and he had on a huge grin that made the dimples on his cheeks prominent. He was holding a beer in his hand and was talking to a dude with a quiff.
I smiled when I saw him. Let me tell you something, when Emma sets her eyes on someone she does everything to get him. And trust me I never lose.
I had the perfect plan to win him over. As I walking by him I tripped over his shoe witch caused him to spill his whole beer over me. Hey, not like I cared much for this shirt anyways, it was Lola's after all. I pretended to be shocked as I looked down at my soaking shirt, my bra totally see through.
"Wow I'm so sorry!" he said frantically as he reached over and grabbed a couple napkins. He started to dab them on my shirt (like that was going to help, just saying) but gulped when he saw my bra.
"Don't worry about it, honestly. I'll just have to walk home wet. Hopefully I don't catch a cold." That's when I pull the sympathy card. Get him to feel bad and offer me something. Like a place to stay or a jacket.
"Oh um here you can wear my jacket if you want?" I nodded and took it, feeling the warmth press down on my cold skin, he smelled good. "Harry I'm going to see what Liam's up to." The dude with they quiff said and wondered away.
So this British guy was named Harry, doesn't surprise me. I actually know a lot of British dudes named Harry. I've actually never been to England though, I kind of want to now. Okay stop you're going off topic you stupid drunk mind.
I turned my attention back to Harry who was sipping his drink awkwardly. Now would be the time he would buy me something to drink or asked if I wanted to dance, instead he was sort of just standing there. Look's like I'll have to take the lead then.
"So sweetheart why don't we go dance?" I asked sweetly and flattered my eyelashes at him. "Okay look I know what we are both going after so why don't we just go back to my hotel room and get it on." Woah! I have to say that was the first time some guy basically told me he was to horny to wait.
I was actually a little offended though. Who did he think I was a prostitute? We'll I'll be damned if I never got to fuck him so I'll just forget about it. I linked arms with him and dragged him out of the club. We hailed a taxi and sat in the backseat.
I sent a text to Lola telling her I'll be home before 12 tomorrow but before I could send it Harry put his hands between my legs, so that's how it was going to be?
Game on Harry, Game on . . .
I woke up to a very sore feeling between my legs. My head was pounding and I noticed that since I was freezing I was also very naked. I looked to my right and noticed Harry sleeping peacefully next to me.
Well done Emma, well done.
He mumbled a little in his sleep for me to wonder if I ever seen him before because he sure looked familiar. And that's when it hit me. I've seen this face on poster's and Magazine covers.
This guy is fucking famous, and he's in an hot boy band.
We'll down Emma, you fucked a famous guy.
Now was the last part in my hock up system, leave a sexy note and leave. It always made sure you stayed on there mind and not just a random hookup.
I took out a pad of paper from my clutch and a red pen and I wrote.
Dear Harry Styles,
Very nice on the shag. Probably one of my best if I do say so myself. I never gave you my name last night so I will forever remain a mystery to you. I won't forget what we shared and the orgasm I hit because of you. For now adios, good luck in that boy band of yours. And don't you forget me
XOXO
The girl with the red lipstick
I didn't expect to see him again. Boy was I wrong.
My signature red lipstick stayed untouched on my lips and my long lashes swooped over my eyes making me look like a goddess. Dispit the fact I was very drunk I still walked steady, it comes from years of experience.
And that . . . that was the moment I saw him. He stood by the bar, his hair to the side and he had on a huge grin that made the dimples on his cheeks prominent. He was holding a beer in his hand and was talking to a dude with a quiff.
I smiled when I saw him. Let me tell you something, when Emma sets her eyes on someone she does everything to get him. And trust me I never lose.
I had the perfect plan to win him over. As I walking by him I tripped over his shoe witch caused him to spill his whole beer over me. Hey, not like I cared much for this shirt anyways, it was Lola's after all. I pretended to be shocked as I looked down at my soaking shirt, my bra totally see through.
"Wow I'm so sorry!" he said frantically as he reached over and grabbed a couple napkins. He started to dab them on my shirt (like that was going to help, just saying) but gulped when he saw my bra.
"Don't worry about it, honestly. I'll just have to walk home wet. Hopefully I don't catch a cold." That's when I pull the sympathy card. Get him to feel bad and offer me something. Like a place to stay or a jacket.
"Oh um here you can wear my jacket if you want?" I nodded and took it, feeling the warmth press down on my cold skin, he smelled good. "Harry I'm going to see what Liam's up to." The dude with they quiff said and wondered away.
So this British guy was named Harry, doesn't surprise me. I actually know a lot of British dudes named Harry. I've actually never been to England though, I kind of want to now. Okay stop you're going off topic you stupid drunk mind.
I turned my attention back to Harry who was sipping his drink awkwardly. Now would be the time he would buy me something to drink or asked if I wanted to dance, instead he was sort of just standing there. Look's like I'll have to take the lead then.
"So sweetheart why don't we go dance?" I asked sweetly and flattered my eyelashes at him. "Okay look I know what we are both going after so why don't we just go back to my hotel room and get it on." Woah! I have to say that was the first time some guy basically told me he was to horny to wait.
I was actually a little offended though. Who did he think I was a prostitute? We'll I'll be damned if I never got to fuck him so I'll just forget about it. I linked arms with him and dragged him out of the club. We hailed a taxi and sat in the backseat.
I sent a text to Lola telling her I'll be home before 12 tomorrow but before I could send it Harry put his hands between my legs, so that's how it was going to be?
Game on Harry, Game on . . .
I woke up to a very sore feeling between my legs. My head was pounding and I noticed that since I was freezing I was also very naked. I looked to my right and noticed Harry sleeping peacefully next to me.
Well done Emma, well done.
He mumbled a little in his sleep for me to wonder if I ever seen him before because he sure looked familiar. And that's when it hit me. I've seen this face on poster's and Magazine covers.
This guy is fucking famous, and he's in an hot boy band.
We'll down Emma, you fucked a famous guy.
Now was the last part in my hock up system, leave a sexy note and leave. It always made sure you stayed on there mind and not just a random hookup.
I took out a pad of paper from my clutch and a red pen and I wrote.
Dear Harry Styles,
Very nice on the shag. Probably one of my best if I do say so myself. I never gave you my name last night so I will forever remain a mystery to you. I won't forget what we shared and the orgasm I hit because of you. For now adios, good luck in that boy band of yours. And don't you forget me
XOXO
The girl with the red lipstick
I didn't expect to see him again. Boy was I wrong.
10/18/13