Special thanks go to BlueEyed5ftAngel for her advice and encouragement.
Shara looked into the mirror smiling, running her hands over her curves, feeling the soft velvet dress caressing her fingertips. In her stocking clad feet Shara was exactly five foot tall, with her full breasts and rounded hips her figure could only be described as hourglass.
She may never really be a Goth but she did love dressing up as one.
The long, black velvet dress clung to her every curve, low enough in the front to show off her generous cleavage with slits up the sides to show flashes of her beautiful stocking clad legs.
The dark, smeared eyeliner made her smoky blue eyes look even more mysterious while the blood red lipstick gave her lips a fuller, inviting look.
"Tonight should be good" she thought to herself.
She needed a positive night out. Ever since the break-up her confidence had been shattered and non existent.
Her ex, John had thoroughly convinced her she was unattractive and this was his reason for cheating on her with younger, slenderer girls. He always described Shara's curves as fat, pushing her to a variety of diets. He had come very close to shattering her completely before she finally woke up to his manipulations. What a pity it took her three years to come to that realization!
Sitting down she pulled on her knee-high black platforms which added a few more inches to her height.
Julia, her housemate came in offering her vodka.
Shara smiled, "Sure, I guess a little Dutch courage could help."
As Julia and Shara entered the dark smoky club, Shara perked-up hearing her favorite song starting to play.
She moved onto the dance floor, sensually gliding to the song. She loved Portishead: Glory box for its slow sensual beat. Closing her eyes she let the music and words wash over her.
"Give me a reason to love you...give me a reason to beeeeeeeeeeeee a woman...I just wanna be a woman..."
As the song finished Shara ran her hands up over her breasts and into her hair opening her eyes to find Peter staring at her
Unconsciously she licked her lips.
She had been attracted to Peter since the first time they met, eight years ago when this club first opened. At the time they had both been in relationships and unable to act on the attraction they felt for each other. Unfortunately over the years they had never been single at the same time. Recently Shara heard Peter hadn't been seen with anyone since he broke up with his fiancée a year ago.
.
Peter oozed confidence and sex from very pore. Six feet tall, he had piercing blue eyes that made Shara feel like he was looking into her very soul. His fitted black leather pants left little to the imagination, seeming like second skin on his long lean legs. Shara couldn't tell if the silver buttons adorning his groin made his bulge look bigger or if the rumors of his size were true.
Gazing at his chest she could see he lost none of his muscle over the years. He was still lean and toned, at least from what she could tell through the mesh of his dark shirt.
Licking her lips again Shara wondered if he tasted as good as he looked.
Mentally shaking herself Shara felt her heated pussy begin to throb.
Smiling shyly at Peter she went to the bar to get a drink. Weaving her way through the crowd, writhing to the music, she brushed against a variety of velvet, leather and pvc clad bodies. She shuddered as her nipples, erect from her earlier musings on the dance floor, brushed against the back of a man in a studded leather vest.
"Ok Shara calm down" she lectured herself.
Seeing someone that she hadn't spoken to for a while, Shara got herself a drink and headed over to catch up. Cara was a good friend to Shara. Ever since the beginning of Shara's relationship with John, Cara had been trying to get Shara to realize just how bad he was for her. Cara was one of the many girls John had tried his moves on and one of the few that had actually turned him down! No wonder he hated her.
Cara is a willowy woman, standing five foot five with small pert breasts, flashing green eyes and long, natural blonde hair that cascaded down her back looking like it had just been ironed.
Tonight Cara was dressed in a black pvc catsuit, tight and low cut with her creamy breasts almost overflowing.
Grinning wickedly at Shara, Cara leaned in and whispered, "I saw you and Peter exchanging your usual longing stares. I swear I thought you were mentally undressing him!"
Shara blushed drinking some of her vodka.
"Not completely undressing him, just full of wishful thinking that he would go for someone like me," she muttered.
Cara looked down at Shara mentally cursing John for hurting her and cursing Shara for not being even remotely interested in a woman.
Cara was distracted with thoughts of bending down to kiss Shara's full lips, making her realize just how much of an attractive woman she was.
Frustrated, Cara snapped, "Stop being so down on yourself. Peter should consider himself lucky if you allowed him to lick your boots."
Seeing the hurt and startled look on Shara's face, Cara quipped, "Or, maybe if he let you lick his boots, seeing how you love to be the submissive slave."
Shara was blushing profusely.
"Finish your drink, have another... then go find Peter and talk instead of staring!" Cara grinned, placing a finger under Cara's glass, tilting it to her lips.
A few drinks later Shara did a circuit of the club, finding herself in the smoking area where she found Peter standing by himself.
For a moment Shara hesitated, her stomach full of butterflies at the idea of making any kind of moves on Peter. Her pussy was throbbing in eagerness. Giving herself a quick mental lecture about being a strong confident woman coupled with the confidence given to her by the alcohol, she went up to him.
Smiling, Shara greeted him with a hug, surprised and excited when he hugged her back longer then she had expected.
Pulling back a little she kept her hands on his hips.
"So how are tricks Peter?" she asked with a shy smile.
