Celestine, the Femme Fatale

"Ooh, Celestine Wu is looking hot!" Veronica greets Celestine as soon as her elongated and flawless legs wearing a black stiletto shoes come out of the car. As if on cue, there came a breeze of wind which swayed her silky long black hair on her favor.

Celestine is wearing a body-fitting revealing dress that accentuates every natural curve she has on her body, from her chests down to her waist. She has the most ideal body that any woman would kill to have.

"Aw, thanks. So, where's our spot?" Celestine asks Veronica as they link their arms together on the way inside the most expensive club in the country where the richest and the wealthiest younger generations of the society gather for fun.

Veronica pats Celestine's arms, "The usual, Celestine. We are not paying thousands of dollars for membership fees every month for nothing," At that, they sashayed inside the club.

As expected, the party animals are dancing like crazy in the main dance floor of the three story club. The music is so loud to the point that Celestine could feel the music coming from the gigantic speakers make its way to her chest, popping.

From the entrance of the club, there are already people counting up to almost a hundred either smoking, making out because they can't wait, or just flirting. Nevertheless, they all parted in between like the red sea when Celestine and Veronica made their way inside.

Veronica and Celestine are considered the power duo of the elite society. I mean, the other is the wealthiest female CEO who just arrived to rock the city and the other one is no less than the daughter of the country's President.

"All their eyes are on you, Celestine. The women and men alike. I mean as for the women, who would not dream of having such voluptuous breasts that you have without taking an international trip to find the best plastic surgeon?" Veronica said while laughing as they walked on the way to their private VVIP suite in the club.

This time, an employee of the club wearing an all black uniform is escorting them to their private space. The private luxury suite of this club has its own bar and cocktail spot. It has the best things in this world where you can do almost everything imaginable, under the sun.

"Oh, shut up. You are flattering me too much," Celestine spoke as she carefully took a step up on the spiral chair leading them to their private space.

On the way up, Celestine and Veronica had to take multiple stops because they constantly bump into a familiar person and then ends up engaging in a conversation. After all, the members of this high-end club are mostly the children of VIPs.

They have met some of the sons and daughters of a huge business conglomerate, children of wealthy politicians who accumulated wealth by the means of corruption, a few mistresses and playboys who prey on sad rich figures, and the rest.

"Will you not go and dance on the dance floor and show us how a goddess like you dances? Celestine, a lot of men are itching to get to know you. Look!" Veronica was standing near the railings of their private spot where they could see everything that was happening down below on the dance floor.

The spot where they are has a wide and panoramic view of what is happening below. There is indeed a group of young and dashing men constantly looking up where Celestine and Veronica have entered.

Celestine scoffs at the sight of those men eyeing her, "I'm sorry but I am not here to play. I just want to clear my mind off something," She says and slowly walks back to the L-shaped couch.

"And does the loud music do the work of getting your mind off something?" Veronica chuckles and turns to Celestine.

"Yes," Celestine gulps down the wine and crosses her legs.

Just as she thought that she has always been a straightforward person, Timothy Garcia broke that thought. I mean, who would propose for marriage during their first date? Only Timothy could do that.

Celestine kept her mouth shut and told no one about his proposal. She came into this club for two main reasons: one is to put her mind off something and two, to make herself known in the highest strata of this society.

A few shots of wine would surely skyrocket her confidence to go down the dance floor and show everyone what she got. The nightclub was filled with neon colored lights and a lively beat that makes someone dance.

The sound vibrations kept getting into Celestine's body as if it was urging her to stand up and dance. Veronica left a few minutes ago to start dancing. This time, Celestine puts her empty wine glass on the center table as she fixes her dress.

Celestine takes out a small bottle out of her purse and sprays her signature all over her body. A sweet but seductive vanilla scent that would make everyone want to draw close to her. It was Celestine's most trusted weapon.

"It's showtime," Celestine whispers to herself as she goes down the stairs in a very sultry way as she studies the group of people dancing below.

In no more than five seconds, Celestine easily attracted the heir of the largest producers of electronic devices. No doubt, he was rich but extremely wild around women.

When Celestine finds it tiring to dance, she walks to the bar and sits on one of the high chairs as she orders a drink for herself. Celestine then noticed the electronic devices heir follow her to the bar.

"Hi," he finally greeted. Of course, Celestine knew him. He is Phil, the notorious womanizer who gets crazy with women.

From the looks of it, the way he stares at Celestine and especially how his eyes landed on her bountiful chest screamed lust and desire. There is nothing that he wants in this world except getting to sleep with Celestine on his bed of roses tonight.