My Hot Baby's
Humiliation

Zareena has arrived at the summer night club, but Tristan's nostrils are not visible. She also wears a low-cut one-fingered black dress with her cleavage open to above the knee.

"Give me a soft drink" Zareena pinta on the bartender.

"Give him some vodka" Tristan said.

Zareena turned her head, smiling wryly to find the man who had just arrived. "Intentionally make me wait?"

"Do you mind, honey?"

"Just be clear. I hate guys that don't make it on time."

"Oh, then you'll keep that promise, right? Because I don't like disbelieving women" Tristan said.

"You can see how I look, sir. I dress up the way you want."

Tristan approached so that Zareena could feel the perfume and breath of the man. The intoxicating masculine aroma, tensing the nerves, thrilling his heart. Zareena wants to fall in the arms of the most annoying man in London.

"You're so pretty. I can't wait to see your actions tonight" whispered Tristan.

Unfortunately the hot atmosphere was instead interrupted by the bartender who had finished making drinks for them.

"For tonight," said Tristan, brandishing her glass, which was greeted by Zareena. "Dear lady, will you dance with me?" tristan said, extending his hand.

Zareena welcomed the hand. "Of course I'm willing."

They both went down to the dance floor. Tristan's hands were on the sides of Zareena's waist. Following the woman's hip movements with the occasional mischievous hand rubbed Zareena's lower back. Pressing it was soft and it felt very dense. You can imagine if the impact would be so beautiful with up and down movements.

Tristan further tightened Zareena's body, one hand slipping into the nape, brought the woman's head closer so that she could kiss the red of Zareena's lips.

"You ready to be with me?" ask Tristan.

"I have to keep it, right?" answer Zareena.

"Dear."

Tristan and Zareena turned to the woman who rebuked. The beautiful blonde woman who flanked Tristan's arm.

"I'm tired of waiting for you, Stacy" Tristan said.

"What does this mean, Tris?" ask Zareena.

"You heard that, didn't you? This woman is my date" Tristan replied.

"What?" ask Zareena who is getting upset. "You promised me, right?"

"Oh, do you really want to be with me tonight? Please, Zareena. I'll keep you company tonight."

Zareena's eyes widened. "I will never beg you."

Tristan chuckles. "You think it's worth it to me? I don't like women who are still innocent."

Zareena jerks. "You're too much, Tristan!"

Tristan laughs. He clapped his hands which made the visitors notice. "Look at this, this woman wants me to fuck her."

"Tristan!" snapped Zaree.

"Please, Zareena. I'm willing to satisfy you" said Tristan.

"Miss, we're also ready to fuck you if you beg us" said another man.

Zareena clenched furiously. "Silence!"

The sound of music stopped because of this commotion. Silence with eyes fixed on Zareena and Tristan.

"I'll never forgive you, Tris" said Zareena, then walked away.

Tristan smiled at Zareena who came out of the club. His plan of humiliating the woman paid off. He took his revenge in cash.

"Everyone is back partying" said Tristan who received a call from club visitors.

Zareena got in her car. He hit the steering wheel to vent all the frustration. Zareena did not expect that Tristan had managed to humiliate her.

"You're too much, Tristan! I won't forgive you" Zareena's wrath.

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