"He literally fucked my brains out," Nikki drawled, taking a slow drag from her cigar.
On the other end of the phone, Mina giggled. "Swear, if he'd gone for one more round, I was about to start spitting some 'I love you' bullshit."
Nikki laughed, running her fingers through her hair. "That good, huh?" Mina teased, sounding thoroughly amused.
"Coming from you, whore, that man deserves a damn award," mina replied with a chuckle, then growled in frustration, grabbing a bottle and taking a swig.
"If I hadn't gathered my shit and left right then and there, I would've ridden him into oblivion. Twice wasn't enough, and he's supposed to be a one-night stand!"
"Did you even see his face?" Mina's curiosity practically jumped through the phone.
"Nope," Nikki admitted, tossing her heels aside. "But I swear, he must be a stripper or something. A regular human being can't move his hips like that. Lord Jesus, I need to go out, right now. My system needs a goddamn cleanse."
As Nikki shed the shimmering ensemble from the fashion show she'd just wrapped, the makeup artist beside her touched up her curls with painstaking precision.
"Ray, darling," Nikki drawled, glaring into the mirror. "I love you, but if you touch another strand of my hair, I swear I'll lose my mind."
The drag queen hairstylist gave her a sharp look. "Bitch, you're messing up perfection," he snapped.
Nikki sighed, slipping into a diamond-encrusted mini dress paired with sparkling silver heels. "I'm sure it'll survive," she said breezily.
"Don't ruin your makeup, either. I'm not Ray, and I will beat you with my brush," Dylan, the makeup artist, warned with mock severity.
Nikki chuckled nervously. "I don't doubt that," she replied, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I'm out. See you all at the next shoot."
She strode out of the grand fashion show venue, where the air was electric with the lingering buzz of cameras and applause.
Her manager, waiting outside with an impatient scowl, raised an eyebrow. "We leaving already? You've got a Vogue shoot at 7 a.m. sharp tomorrow."
Nikki planted a quick kiss on her cheek, brushing past her to slide into the sleek black Mercedes waiting nearby. "Club Queen," she said simply.
"If you're making headlines again, please, for the love of God, don't be high this time!" her manager yelled after her as the car sped off.
"I can't hear you!" Nikki laughed, gripping the wheel in a crazed frenzy as she zoomed off into the city lights.