As the tunes continue to spin, the door for the nightclub opens up once again. And, almost as if it were on que, the infamous song "Fuck Like A Star" by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to blare from the sound system, as DJ Kinning mixes the beats. It seemed at an almost perfect timing, because just as the song came on, a beautiful, slender, quite petite female with  an amped chest area struts into the club. Her flowing, long, red hair was left down, hanging over her shoulder with light curls throughout it and only a small portion was pulled back into an even smaller clip. She had a light hump at the top, which was sort of the hairstyle going on right now, and she had a very satisfied smirk on her face. Slowly, she ran her tongue over her luscious, full lips covered with a gloss that seemed to be satisfying to the taste buds -- strawberry flavored. Her ice blue eyes peered at everyone in the club as they turned their attention to her, and why wouldn't they? She was a fucking knockout...especially considering the fact that, what she was wearing left very little to one's imagination. It was a Christmas party, afterall, why not come decked out for the Holiday season. Ho, ho, ho! With a confident strut, she bypassed a few of the people that stood closest to her, not even giving them the time of day or a second glance as she glided into the room, as if she were floating on air or something. Her dress was extremely tight, and very form-fitting, showing off ever single curve that she'd been blessed with. And despite the amount of plasticness that constantly surrounded her in the wrestling world, Bridgette was 100% authentic. Over her head, she gently placed the normal Red and white Santa hat, as her flowing red hair hung over her shoulders in an elegant manner. Gently, she bit down on the tip of her French tipped finger nails as she looked at her surroundings, continuing to saunter into the room. Her dress was a halter top that tied around the back of her neck. The tie was small and hidden quite well behind her thick red hair. It had an extremely low, plunging neckline and showed off quite a bit of that ample chest she was blaced with -- thanks to her mama. Underneath, cupping the breast area, was a somewhat thick, velvey black belt that went all the way around the dress. In the center was a huge, rectangular shaped silver buckle that caught a lot of attention. Not to mention, it was right in the center of her chest, so it was like a bullseye that brought everyone's attention, immediately, to her chest. Of course, it's not like she really minded that people were starring at her chest. In fact, it's what she admired most about her delectible body. The dress continued downward some, in a red colored, velvet material that hugged her body quite nicely. Especially her hips. The bottom of the dress stopped just under her ass, and we mean just barely under. If she bent, well...let's just say...everyone might get an eyefull. Of course, that was Bridgette's MO. She liked wearing things that were quite revealing. She was blessed with a killer body -- and the most desirable legs this side of the Mississippi, why shouldn't she show them? The bottom of the dress was aligned with bright white fur that matched the fur on the Santa hat. The bottom of the dress flared out some, giving it a little bounce, which only got more obvious as she walked. She naturally had some bounce to her ounce, with her country butt she'd proudly inherited from her mother. Another valuable asset that definitely made her one of the most gorgeous and drop dead sexy females the companies ever employed. Covering her feet was a pair of black, leather stileeto thigh high boots. They had a somewhat pointed toe tip, and a rather high heel to them -- six inch to be exact. And those were normally referred to as the "fuck me" heels. Again, it seemed to be yet another trademark style for the gorgeous Bridgette Pryor. She'd manage to outdress every other broad in the club. and that made that usual Bridgette cocky smirk appear on her face. She knew that all eyes were, undoubtedly, on her. "Merry Christmas everyone!" she exclaimed, in an excited tone. Despite her usual bitchy nature, she was quite chipper tonight. She raked it up to being her in the holiday spirit, because there were places that she'd much rather be, then some stale company Christmas party like this. But, she also wanted to make a statement within the company and why not? She was a knockout, so she needed to make sure her career matched her personality and body. It had to be fuckin' booming! Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted an old friend. Well, more like an old flame, in Christopher McKenzie. See, not to long after his separation from Kaylee, and their subsequent divorce, he and Bridgette began a rather torrid and extremely sexual love affair. It was nothing more then a lot of sex, a lot of devotion and some insanely exotic -- and erotic -- moments together. It was more pleasure he'd had in a really long time, which put Bridgette on a higher scale, in his book, then Kaylee. She was more fun and free, she never worried about pleasing or impressing anyone. And, let's face it, he traded in a banged up pinto that's been around the block more times then a damn school bus, for a banging, hot-shot, new, flaming red Ferrari. It was definitely an upgrade from what he had then to what he had now. Of course, that was short lived as soon, he was seen in the arms and bed of Janae Black...which lasted a whole...seven days. And then, he began to tutor and see a girl that seemed quite quirky...which was the pilar opposite to Chris' personality. He ended up marrying her and apparantly, she's got a bun in the oven. Or so Bridgette heard. And yes, even he had his eyes on her. Boy oh boy what a reunion this would be. You could tell it was killing him inside, or at least in the pants, that he had to let this little hellcat go, but hey...when you make a mistake, sometimes, you have to pay the consequences. "Hello Christopher" Bridgette said, coldly, as her ice blue eyes fell on his. "Oh Bridgette, hey. How are you doing? You look..." he began to say, and she immediately cut him off. "Amazing? Yeah, I know that sweetface. Tell me something I don't know, eh?" She said, with a confident smirk on her face. "Yes, I'd like two shots of tequilla and the largest Sex on the Beach you could possibly make" Bridgette said, with a smile. She wasn't a light drinker...not in the least. "What? I'm thirsty" she said, as she shot a smile to both the bartendar and Chris. "So how have you been, Bridge?" Chris asked, trying to avoid an awkward situation. "Oh just fine thanks. Actually, better then fine. Peachie fucking keen. I'm having my fine...me and my new partner that is. Terrorizing all these little halfwit bitches that actually think they are worth something. Pathetic losers" she said, as she immediately downed one of the shots of Tequilla she'd just been given. "I saw. What you did to that guy was pretty damn cold, Bridgette. I mean, you left him their in nothing but some red handcuff's and let two fat chicks violate him. Is that what I turned you into? A cold, heartless bitch?! A bitter woman, hating on all men?" he said, in an overly confident manner. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Chris, don't flatter yourself. I was a cold, cast-iron, heartless bitch before I ever met you...and I'll be one 'till the day I die. Guess you could say that I got it from my mama" she said, with a smile as she immediately downed the second drink. "Besides, I'm not cold nor am I bitter to men...if you think that is bad, then you'll be quite surprised when you see what we have in store for the rest of the world. That? Pfft. That was merely fun. Besides, he deserved it. The man was repulsive and he actually thought he had a chance with someone like me. Please. Bitter, no. Bored? Extremely. So, I decided to have a little fun...he was just a toy...a pawn. But, if you wanna pretend it was all about you, to feed your own ego, then so be it. But, let's remember something dear" she said, as she took a sip of her Sex on the Beach, letting out a satisfying moan, which seemed to grab Chris' attention quickly. "I'm not the one that'll be taking cold showers and masturbating tonight as you dream of me" she said, in a whispered tone as she leaned in to him. With that same cocky smirk on her face again, she took a second sip of her drink. "Try not to get too turned on Chris, wouldn't want your little wifey to feel inadequete, now would we?" she said, lightly patting his lap in a teasing fashion. With a light giggle, she walked away from the bar, heading towards the dancefloor. She'd begun to move her body to the beat of the music as a second female joined in, dancing with her. And we're not talking about slow jams...it was Bobby Valentino's "Beep" that they were moving their bodies to, and in a very slow, exotic fashion, as if they were putting on some sort of show. And really, they were.

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