Neon Nights Where Lipstick Rules – They Can’t Resist Me

His love of lipstick was insatiable.

The neon lights wash over the club in electric pinks and blues as Brittany slips her arm through Scott’s. They move easily together—comfortable, confident—the kind of couple that will never need to prove anything. Still, when Brittany pauses at the bar, Scott feels it immediately. It’s time for neon nights where lipstick rules.

Indeed, it was the lipstick, freshly applied and bold. So red it is demanding the attention of those around them. Brittany sees her reflection in the mirror behind the bar and presses her lips together, slow and deliberate, sealing the color like a signature. “That look usually means trouble, Babe,” Scott murmurs.

Brittany smiles without looking at him. “It means I’m in the mood to be noticed.” As the bartender reaches them, she orders a martini. Of course, being her cocky self, she kisses the rim before taking her first sip. Scott loves seeing the perfect crimson mark on the rim. As he watched Britt, he also noticed a woman nearby.

She was the right fit for neon nights where lipstick rules, too. 

The woman is a few stools away. Her dark hair and curious eyes are already focused on Brittany’s mouth. Staring so hard at her as if Britt’s mouth has all the answers. Brittany notices her too. She is always aware of those around her. Instead of turning away, Brittany reapplies her lipstick openly.

She is deliberately using the bar mirror so the other woman can watch. The moment is held in time. Finally, the woman is stepping closer to say something. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this,” nodding towards Brittany’s lips, “but that lipstick color should come with a warning label. Bring on the neon nights where lipstick rules.

Then Brittany laughs softly. “It does. People just ignore it.” Scott leans in, finding the moment amusing. “She knows exactly what she’s doing.” Then the woman is smiling at him, then back at Brittany, “I figured.” The conversation flowed easily after that. They are enjoying drinks, laughter, and glances that linger just a second too long.

Brittany softly brushes her fingers against the lady’s wrist while reaching for her glass.

A bit of lipstick on her nails transfers to the woman’s hand. As the woman looks at it and backs up, she says, “Did you mean to do that?” Brittany and her cocky self ask with a tilted head, “Does it bother you?” The woman quietly says, “No, I think I like it.” Of course, Scott is watching the exchange with interest.

He loves the energy between the three of them. It is thick but unspoken. Oh, the neon nights where lipstick rules. Then Brittany leans closer to him, her lipstick brushing his cheek this time, leaving a mark she didn’t bother fixing. “See?” she whispers. “Lipstick tells the truth.” I am the little whore everyone is craving.

This woman is intrigued by Britt and laughs softly. “If that’s true, then yours says you don’t play by the rules.” Brittany smiles—slow, confident. “Only my own.” We and the sexy stranger were standing there a moment longer. The neon lights were humming, while lipstick marks were blooming like quiet promises on glass and skin.

What fun those neon nights where lipstick rules.

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