Where I Belong

Darling Nikki, Leave With Me

My breath caught and my cheeks caught fire as her eyes locked with mine. With my conscience screaming at me to look away and hide, I held her eyes as she walked towards me, a smile on her lips, her combat boots taking each step with a purpose.

I’m so stupid, I chastised, I’m not even supposed to be here, and here I am, drooling over someone famous. She’s probably marching over here now to humiliate me, and then get me kicked out of here within five seconds. God, I’m so stupid.

 I held my breath as she closed her distance. Not many people were around… but they’d be sure to come once she starts ratting me out.

“Hey,” she smiled. “See something you like?” I caught her eye as it quickly shut- a wink.

I smiled nervously, desperately clinging onto my composure, “Maybe. And if I did?”

“Then I’d have to tell you I love your dress, just so I can get you out of it,” she whispered.

I grinned. “Well then yeah, I see something I love.”

She laughed, taking her crown off her head, placing it on mine. “I’m Rihanna.”

“Nikki.” I smiled.

“Mmmmm, my darling Nikki.” She smiled, taking my hand. We were headed in the direction of the tables. She looked at me sideways, smiling. “Eat with me?”

“Well, I do have a friend… I don’t know where she went though…” I said, looking around for Kelsey.

“Well then you have to sit with me. I can’t let you sit alone. I mean, you’re not even supposed to be here. Sitting alone calls too much attention, Nikki.” She scolded.

My heart raced, “How’d you know I wasn’t supposed to be here?!”

“Shhhhh, Nikki. It’s fine. No one cares. And I saw you and your friend walk come in through the kitchen.” She laughed.

I blushed, “Oh. Not as sneaky as I thought…”

She smiled as we found a table, where Blake and Kelsey happened to be sitting.
“Rihanna! I haven’t seen you in forever!” Blake exclaimed, getting up to hug her.

Kelsey grinned at me, mouthing “Can you believe this?!”

I shook my head, nodding towards Rihanna, who was standing with Blake talking. I bit my lower lip.

Kelsey made small, quick thrusting pelvic movements.

I laughed, putting my hand to my face. She leaned in across the small circular table, “You have to. Think you’re gunna?”

“I don’t know!” I laughed, silently begging for that to happen later on in the evening.

“Nice crown, by the way. Where;d ya get that?” Kelsey asked.

“Rihanna.” I grinned.

Blake and Rihanna sat back down, Rihanna next to me, Blake next to Kelsey.

“So, how’d you two end up together?” Blake laughed, pushing her blonde hair out of her face.
“Um, she actually complimented me on my dress…” I said, smiling.

“No, I actually caught her staring at me from across the club.” Rihanna said, nudging my side.

Kelsey’s face turned into that of mortification. I quietly dismissed it, shaking my head slightly.

Our conversation dulled as Chicken Parmesan was placed in front of us. As we ate, the underlying question was quickly revealing.

“So, I’m curious… Why did you guys sneak in here?” Blake asked once Rihanna told her that we weren’t on the guest list.
Kelsey quickly looked at me, “She dragged me here.”
I laughed, smiling, “Because this is the life I’ve always wanted. Ever since I was little, I wanted to be famous. And I knew I would be. I figured we should start somewhere, and this happened to be the closest place we could find.”

Blake nodded, “Legit enough for me,” she laughed.

Rihanna laughed to, “So, how do you plan on being famous?”

“Since I can’t act or sing, I’m hoping to put my fashion degree into play and design dresses for the red carpet.” I grinned.
“Well, I want to be the first to wear one of your pieces!” Rihanna smiled, putting her hand on my leg. She left it there.

“You will be.” I smiled.

Blake pouted. “I want to be second!”

“I wanna be third, then!” Kelsey chimed in.

“And this is all hypothetical, too!” I laughed.

We finished our dinner, and Blake announced she was ready to jam. “Wanna come with my, Kelsey?” she asked, extending her hand to my friend.
She looked at me. “Oh, I’m probably going home with her,” I jabbed my finger towards Rihanna.
Kelsey grinned, “Call me with everything tomorrow!” she laughed as she took Blake’s hand, who led her out the door.

“Darling Nikki, leave with me.” she she purred.

“If you really want me to come with you…” I smiled.

She grabbed hold of my hand, and led me towards the door.

The wind met us, our hair standing up on our arms and legs immediately.

In the distance, about a block or two away, I saw the dim, repeating flashing lights. Paparazzi.

A black Escalade pulled around, and a large bald man opened the door.
I climbed in first and Rihanna followed behind me.

“You’re over 18, right?” she asked me, looking at me quizzically.

“Turned 21 three months ago!” I smiled.

“Awesome…” she purred, moving her lips to the crook of my neck. Just before she touched them, her driver asked, “Where to, RiRi?”

She sighed, the release of her hot breath poured onto my skin.

“Whatever hotel we’re staying at.” She laughed.

He nodded, and sped off.

I felt her lips touch my neck moments later, her touch sending shocks of electricity throughout my body. I grinned.

“Ready for the best night of your life?” Rihanna purred, rubbing my thigh.

I sat on top of her in the car, never seat belted in to begin with. I kissed her right there.

She locked her hands in my long, blonde hair, our lips moving in sync.

“I take that as a yes.” The driver chimed in.