You and some buddies are traveling through Canada during your summer break from college. While in Montreal, you decide to take in some of the nightlife. You hear about some very popular clubs downtown and decide to check them out.
Walking in to the first club, you aren’t disappointed. The place is full of beautiful people. You and your buddies buy a round of drinks and start working your way out to the dance floor. It isn’t long before you feel someone’s ass grinding against your back. Hoping it’s not some dude, you turn around and notice a little brunette facing away from you, dancing as her friends giggle. She’s wearing a sparkly silver minidress and has her long hair pulled up and pinned behind her neck, leaving a couple locks framing her face. ‘This should be fun,’ you think to yourself as you put your hand on her hip without saying a word. The girl plays along, her butt pushing against you as you both move to the music. You lean your head over her shoulder and see a cute girl with a round face, full lips and a toothy grin. You‘re instantly hit with the idea that you know her, but you don‘t know from where. “Bon soir,” you say in her ear as you assume she must be a French speaker. “Hello,” she says in a Southern twang. ‘That’s it! It’s Miley Cyrus!’ you think as this suddenly becomes more exciting.
As you talk to her, you realize she’s in town for a movie shoot. You keep dancing with her until she invites you and your friends to her VIP booth. You joke around together and really seems to hit it off as you share a couple drinks. As she pours you one more drink, she takes a seat on your lap. ‘Thank God for lower drinking ages,’ you think as you let one hand brush against her bare thigh, causing the 18 year old to raise an eyebrow then smile. “What do you think of my shoes,” she asks as she sticks her leg out and shows off her grey 4 inch stilleto. “They look great on you.” “I know. I don’t know why I included that line in the song, because I look better in this stuff than cowboy boots anyway.”
You look down at the bottle of vodka and realize that between her friends and yours, it’s all gone. “I think this is a sign we should get a move on,” you suggest. “I was thinking the same thing,” she say as she stands and takes your hand. As the night has gone on, you’ve become more comfortable with hanging around with a hot little celebrity, but you’ve also become hornier, too. At this point you want to get into her pants right now.
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