My alien friend

The underground nightclub is an excellent prank place in the center of new york. Especially those with money, because only customers with heavy wallets and smart VIP members are welcome here, and they only pay for fun. Of course, grad students like me wouldn't go to these nightclubs if the girl I'm with wasn't part of this.

I got out of the cab, stopped at the entrance of a luxury nightclub, where several big guards put their hands in their trouser pockets, took out their cell phones, told Amelia to come out and pick me up, and waited for a while. A blonde in a black dress showed her plump body, and she jumped in at once, embraced her hair, and at the same time added a big mouthful of fragrance to her cheeks.

"I miss you very much, Kevin. I thought you wouldn't come to me, but every time I ask you, you always avoid it."

Kevin is the English name of a Western friend. Actually, my name is Kevin. It sounds like I am Thai. I came to this Western city because I studied for a master's degree in communication at a university in New York, but just studying made me nervous. So my goal in New York has changed since the first month I came here. There are not only schools, but also many parties and unrestrained girls. Actually, I did it when I was in Thailand. However, when I met a Chinese immigrant friend, they were also attending parties, and their daily life was like in Thailand.

"I told you, I did a project with a friend before the summer vacation, don't you understand?" I asked sweetly, but she smiled.

She knew I was an indifferent person, and if she wanted to drag my hair longer, she would give me up, or I would dump her and bake with the new one at once, and she certainly didn't want to lose me.

Of course, I'm Asian, which seems unlikely to be the Western girl type, but I don't know why I'm so hot among them, maybe because I'm as tall as Western girls. Although their faces are sweet and deep at the same time, which makes their hair sticky, I'm not sure if they are beautiful. I've never missed a prey to eat. I often hear them say that I am interested because I am attractive and sexy.

I don't know how it feels. What I know is that not only Western women are interested in me, but sometimes men propose to me. No. . . It's better for me to propose because they think I'm gay. I was wrong, which is not surprising, for although I am almost 180 cm tall, I am still very thin, although my muscles are tight, and I like to dress neatly, and to those who dress very ordinary, I look the same type.

Even so, I don't want to be with a man. Of course, I refused.

"I see. Is that all you scold?" Said Amelia, thrusting her plump chest into my arm.

"What do I sound like?" I glanced at it, and she smiled and continued to ask. "Can you go in?"

Amelia now realized that I had been standing here too long, and then she came in, whispered I was her friend, and took me to the convenience room.

The electronic music and laughter coming from the entrance made my blood boil, and I wanted to enjoy it. Amelia took me to her girlfriend playing poker and vodka on the sofa in the corner, she introduced me to her friends, and before her friends screamed, she heard my fame.

"Is this Kevin? She is really handsome." Violette, a friend of Amelia's, said. I turned around and smiled at her.

"If you weren't here with my friends, I would invite you to the bathroom," she added. I know what it means to invite you to the bathroom. Fast food, of course.

"Forget it, it's mine," Amelia said, her voice stiffening when her girlfriend said so, triggering laughter from the entire crowd.

"It's just a joke, it's too much. Let's continue to play poker, our strength." Violette hastily changed the subject before her friend grabbed a bottle of vodka and hit her on the head. "You play too, Kevin. It's fun."

I said yes right away. Of course, these girls lied to me to lose to get drunk, I know, but I've been thirsty for weeks. Although getting drunk is not as easy as you think, I am really tired. The more I drank, the higher the social blood in my body, and I began to become colorful, which made Emilia twice as much as before. I kept trying to touch me, and I couldn't stand it. Caressing her in front of her friends many times, but when she was almost under her temptation and she was drunk, I turned my target into her friend.

As I said, I don't care who can't respond to me. I'm going to find a new replacement at once, and that person is Violet sitting opposite me. She has already cast a staring eye on me. Why didn't I know that look was an invitation.