I get home and throw myself on the couch with a sigh of relief. It's been a shit week. Jack lost one of our big accounts and management has been taking it out on all of us. I'm stressed and tense, I can feel it like a knot in my stomach.
Thank fuck for the weekend.
I check my phone for the time, which is already late, and see that I have a message from Meg. She's been trying to get me to come out with her all week and her latest attempt is far more direct than any of the previous ones.
Wired. 11pm. Be there or I'm cutting you out of my life! xxxxx
I laugh at the fake threat. Meg is one of those lucky people who manage to be incredibly successful whilst seemingly having zero responsibilities. She's always cheerful, always doing something and honestly, if she wasn't my best friend I'd probably find her fucking infuriating.
I type my reply quickly, my nails tap-tapping against the screen of the phone.
Guess I don't have a choice then! I'll be there xxxxxx
Her reply comes almost immediately.
Damn right! It'll be good for you... And wear something slutty. We're not paying for a single drink tonight! xxxxx
I laugh again as I toss my phone down on the couch. She's right, this will be good for me. I need to blow off some steam and let my hair down, as cliche and shitty as that might sound. I've been cooped up in that office all week, working overtime for a promotion that seems no closer now that it was a year ago. Fuck the lot of them, I think. Time to go and have some fun.
I make my way into the kitchen and make myself a sandwich out of some leftovers from earlier in the week. As I eat I flick on the TV and begin to hop through the channels, finally settling on some home improvement rubbish where I can criticise houses that I know I'll never be able to afford.
After dinner I head into the bedroom to get ready. I kick off my pencil skirt and tights before taking off my blouse and tossing them into the corner of the room with my underwear. I go to the bathroom and step into the shower, closing my eyes as the warm water splashes over my body. I've always spent too long in the shower and it doesn't take long for my mind to wander to thoughts of what I am going to wear tonight and, more importantly, what I am after tonight. I can't remember how long it has been since I last had sex. A month? Maybe two? Work had certainly got in the way of things recently. I'd met this guy on the subway. He'd 'accidentally' bumped into me and we'd got talking and he'd given me his number. We'd met for drinks and one thing had led to the other... He'd been good. Not great, but good enough. We'd met a couple of times afterwards but he had clearly wanted more and I wasn't interested in anything like that with anyone so had called it there. Maybe if I'd known how long it would be before I next had a chance to meet someone I wouldn't have been so quick to act but then I'd always had problems committing. Life, I like to tell myself as an excuse for hopping from guy to guy, is too short.
I bite my lip as I daydream about finding another mysterious stranger in the club later tonight. My hand moves to my pussy, my fingers massaging my clit as I close my eyes and lean back against the shower wall, sliding down to the floor as I bring myself closer and closer to an orgasm.
"Fuck!" I gasp as I feel the orgasm pulse through my body, each wave causing me to tense with pleasure.
I take a moment to catch my breath, the water still cascading over me, before standing up and getting out of the shower. I dry my body off before walking naked to the mirror. It may sound arrogant but I know I'm hot. I've got long blonde hair, a narrow waist, f-cup tits and an ass that people can't help but stare at. It might be shallow but I take pride in how I look and I like to know people are looking at me.
I dry and straighten my hair before applying my make-up. Meg wanted me to look slutty so I don't hold back, choosing my brightest red lipstick, black eyeliner and dark, glittery eyeshadow. I smile as I finish the lipstick, pleased with how I look and feeling more excited about the coming evening.
Back in the bedroom I slip on a black thong before I open the wardrobe and begin to flick through my dresses. I pause on my favourite black dress before reluctantly deciding that it's too formal to go clubbing in. Instead I settle on an impossibly short and equally tight red dress that I haven't worn for ages. I step into it, easing it up over my body which it hugs like a second skin, lifting my tits so that I don't need to bother with a bra. The dress is so short that it barely covers my ass cheeks and would leave little to the imagination if I bent over. I smile at the thought. It's perfect.
Next I pull out a pair of red, strappy heels that I remember buying to go with the dress. They're high, dangerously so once I've had a few drinks, but they make my legs look great so it's a risk that I'm willing to take.
I look at myself in the mirror, nodding in approval at the reflection staring back at me. I look good but fuck am I still horny! The shower had done nothing to calm me down and my pussy still aches to be touched. An idea suddenly strikes me. It's a stupid idea, especially in this dress but once I'd had it I know I have to do it. I go to my bedside table, sliding open the bottom drawer to pull out a long black shoebox in which I keep my toys. I push my favourite pink dildo aside and pull out a small, black silicon butt plug and some lube. Next to the dildo, the plug is my favourite toy. I'd worn it to work a couple of times before and even on a few dates. The feel of it inside my ass as I went about my day sent shivers down my spine and I quickly kick off my thong and kneel on the bed, squirting some lube onto my fingers before reaching round to rub it into my ass. I bite my tongue as I take the plug and push, inhaling sharply as I feel my hole begin to open as the toy slides inside me.
"Mmm..." I moan as I feel the jewelled end press against the side of my cheeks.
I stand slowly, wincing with pleasure as I feel the plug shift a little inside me. I look at my thong on the floor and then make my second stupid decision, kicking it into the corner of the room with the rest of my laundry. Meg had asked for a slut and she was certainly going to get one.
After grabbing my purse I teeter out of the apartment on my heels and take an elevator down to the street. It's 10:45 and thankfully there are plenty of cabs on the street outside. I wave one down and clamber into the backseat, aware of the drivers eyes following my every move as I settle myself gingerly on my plugged ass.
"Where to, Miss?" he asks in a thick accent.
"Wired, please," I reply, savouring the sensation of the leather seat pressing the plug deeper inside me.
He nods and we take off, the lights of the city rushing past the windows as we cut through the streets. In less than ten minutes we are at the club and I'm paying the fair.
"Have fun, Miss," he calls as I step out of the cab, holding my dress down with one hand whilst trying to keep myself balanced with the other.
I throw him a smile as he drives off before looking around. There is a queue at the door, the two large bouncers at the entrance already looking like they have had enough of the evening. I catch a few men eyeing me up and down as well as some women throwing me icy glares. I fish my phone out of my purse and begin to text Meg.
Where are you? xxxx
Her reply is thankfully immediate again.
Inside. I've got you on the list. Just tell them who you are! xxxx
I walk uncertainly up to the bouncers, feeling the eyes of the queue on me as I approach them.
"Lady," the nearest one says before I can speak. "Even looking like that you gotta wait your turn."
"I'm on the list," I reply. "My name is Kate Miller."
The bouncer sighs as he turns to the list of names on his board. His friend looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on my tits as I wait patiently.
"You're good," he says. "Let's see the purse."
I open my purse, allowing him to shine a torch over the contents before nodding for me to head inside. His friend looks like he wants to pat me down and with the way I'm feeling, I probably would have let him!
I step inside the club and am immediately hit by the noise and the smell of dozens of bodies pressed together. Lights flicker and I can feel the pulse of the music inside me as I push my way through the crowd, keeping my eyes open for Meg. I spy her near the bar, leaning on a table chatting to a relatively handsome guy with black hair. Meg looks stunning as always. She's wearing a short white halter neck dress, the sides of her boobs visible through the cut outs on the side of the dress and the hen of the dress almost as short as mine. She looks round as I approach, her green eyes lighting up as she sees me.
"At last!" she cries, turning away from the guy she was talking to to throw her arms around me.
