It was a hot Friday night.
Everybody who was anybody was at The Ivy, the hottest club in town.
The music pumped so loud you could feel it in your bones, the drinks were reasonably priced and you could count on the duty manager to call you a good taxi if you drank too much. The bouncer collected a reasonable entry fee, while keeping the known troublemakers out.
For Victoria and Veronica, best friends since childhood, it was a second home.
The owner of the club was Veronica's uncle. The girls had a free entry and free drinks.
They also brought a lot of business. As two of the hottest things in town, all the guys came to try their luck, and all the girls came to console the not so fortunate.
Tonight, Victoria wore a red corset, short black skirt, and black knee high boots. Her blonde hair was tied in a pair of pigtails high on her head, her make-up was simple; light blue eye shadow, light glitter on her cheeks, and bright red lipstick. She may look like an innocent, but she was a dominant woman. No man controlled her, no man dared. She was quick with wit as sharp as a razors edge. The only person who had a chance of tempering her anger was Veronica.
Veronica wore a black corset, red skirt, black boots. Violet eye shadow, red lipstick, and glitter on her cheeks. Her black hair in a single ponytail down her back. She was laughter to Victoria's frowns. She would follow, she would submit. She didn't know how to deny any request. It was Victoria who kept her from being taken advantage of.
Veronica danced.
Her lithe body danced to the sensual music, yet she danced alone.
Victoria watched her friend with smile. She sat at the bar, considering her whiskey shot, while listening to the music. Normally she would be dancing with her friend, ignoring the men who watched with desire. But for now, she let Veronica dance. And gods, could she dance.
When Veronica danced alone, drink sales doubled. The sinuous movements of her hips, arms, legs, made the men lose their voice, so they drank to embolden their courage. Perhaps if they drank enough, they would ask her to dance with them. But many feared Victoria's stare.
When the two girls danced together, bodies barely touching, hinting at a relationship of more than friendship, drink sales went through the roof. The only people who danced when they did was other women, hoping to attract a partner, or attempt to upstage the pair.
It never happened. Victoria ignored them and Veronica was so sweet that all eyes stayed glued to them, and them alone.
The drink.
Victoria threw it back, the liquor burned pleasantly down her throat.
"She looks good tonight," the barman, Matt commented. "Your work?"
She smiled. "She does look tasty." She turned to Matt. "Have a KGB ready for her. She's going to need it."
"So is everyone else." He laughed.
She returned to her friend, slipping into the music as she would a hot bath. With an ease that bespoke familiarity, Victoria placed a hand on her friends hip, a gentle pressure on fabric covered skin.
She knew how they must look, touching almost intimately. Every mans fantasy.
Veronica turned her back to Victoria, and moved into her. Victorias hand was now encircled around the others waist. They moved as one, almost breath as one.
Victoria smiled again, thinking abut the poor men who would be salivating over them. Of the cocks growing, all because of them.
The song ended, and Veronica turned around. "I'm gonna grab a drink, be a few."
"See Matt, he's got one ready."
Victoria danced along to the next song, enjoying the attention.
She moved, not as sinuous as her friend, but with sex in each and every movement of her body.
While Victoria danced, revelling in the attention, Veronica sat at the bar.
She watched her friend with adoration.
"Sure is hot," a voice said.
"What?"
"Your friend. She's amazing."
He looked to be in his mid twenties. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a wedding ring on the hand holding a glass.
"Looks like you might be otherwise engaged." She smiled.
"She's a frigid bitch. Married her to get some action, and suddenly its non existent. She thinks I'm out with the boys."
"When really, you're looking for a young piece of, what?" She laughed.
"If you're offering," he smiled at her.
"I don't do married guys. But if you want, I can see if Vicks wants you," Veronica told him. She finished her drink, left the empty bottle on the bar, and floated back to her friend.
"Vick, see the guy at the bar?" Veronica asked.
"Cute with dark hair? Watching us?" Victoria continued dancing.
"That's the one. He wants some action. Think you can accommodate him?" Veronica had a wicked grin to her eyes.
"We'll see." They carried on dancing through two more songs, getting hot and sweaty before they paid him anymore attention.
By mutual agreement, they took a break, retuning to the bar.
"Can I buy you two a drink?" Cute guy with dark hair, asked.
"Sure, two shots of tequila, for us," Veronica announced.
"We'd also like your name," Victoria followed.
"Two shots each, and I'm Shane."
"Nica says you're after some action. What kind of action are you after?" Victoria asked.
"Depends on what you want," Shane replied.
"Don't you know who we are? You ask," Veronica started.
"And we give you what we think you deserve," Victoria finished.
"Especially as you're going to be cheating on your wife, you deserve punishment." Veronica added.
"And we might just be the girls to deliver it." Victoria finished.
"Well, I don't think I can argue with any of that." Shane looked at the girls in disbelief.
"He prolly thinks we're kidding," Veronica whispered to Victoria.
"Shall we go?" Shane suggested.
The three left the club, Veronica gave Shane their address, while Victoria got their jackets and helmets from Veronicas uncle.
"So, what do you think?" Veronica asked.
"I think he underestimates us," Victoria replied.
"Underestimates you, you mean. You're the scary one."
"Hasn't he heard our reputation?" Victoria wondered.
"I doubt it. He's married, so he probably hasn't been out in years."
The girls laughed as they got off the motorbike, Veronica pulling her keys out of her pocket.
The door was scarcely open when a dirty gold Pontiac Trans Am V8, pulled up into their driveway.
"What a poser," Veronica laughed.
"This is going to be fun." Victoria waited for Shane at the door.
