Disclaimer: The following story is an entirely fictional work based on fictional characters for adult entertainment. It includes details of no real people or events.
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Night had fallen on the small hamlet along the outskirts of Birmingham. The small town was a good thirty miles south of civilization, which meant any kind of entertainment required a short train ride into the city. On this particular night, Marissa and Susan were planning to indulge in the many vices the city had to offer. After a few drinks at the Worchester, they would head over to Studio 54 and see where the club scene could take them.
Marissa sat on the couch taking in the sight of Susan's fit body. She pranced around the flat in nothing more than a purple bra and panties, digging through her suitcase for the "perfect" dress. Marissa was also scantily clad in a pink bathrobe she had yanked off a hook from the bathroom door. Work had been awful that day and a quick shower had washed a lot of the stress from Marissa's smooth shoulders.
"Have you heard of this club before?" Marissa asked, wondering what type of excitement their night would entail.
"Yeah, Jessica told me it was built to look like the American club," answered Susan while draping a black blouse over her well built body. "It should be lots of fun, with disco music and flashing lights."
"And an incredible amount of men," Marissa said with a raised eyebrow. It had been a month since her and Brian had called it quits and she was aching to have someone new in her life.
"I'm sure that there will be plenty of men, but I doubt any of them are worth your time," Susan retorted while looking at her round ass in a full length mirror. "Don't focus all your attention on guy wrangling and just try to have a good time. You'll find Mr. Right another day."
"But I'm thirty-five years old," replied Marissa with a pseudo sigh. She buried her face into the quilt that covered the top of the couch and let out a muffled wail.
"You sure as hell don't look thirty-five," Susan said with a chuckle. "Compared to me, you look like you're in your twenties." Susan was in no way wrong in her observation. Time had been good to Marissa, adding curves in all the right places. She was 5'6 and all legs-- her hair an auburn red, which curled way below her lean shoulders. Her facial features were well-defined, with a small round nose and bright baby blue eyes -- she definitely did not look like your average thirty-five year old.
"If you say so," Marissa said as she pulled herself up from the quilt. She continued to watch Susan hunt for a black skirt that she had possibly left at home.
"You have any idea what I should wear?" asked Marissa, batting her eyes.
"I'm worried enough about what I'm going to wear!" Susan yelled from across the room. "Find something yourself."
Marissa rose from the couch, letting the robe hang open on its own accord. She walked to the modest sized wardrobe and surveyed her options. She had a few sexy pairs of panties and some very nice looking bras, but unfortunately none of them seemed to match. For some reason, Marissa had a tendency to buy her underwear individually instead of in sets. She thought that maybe it was somehow artistic in nature, or just plain weird. She pondered her options for a moment and decided that the red cotton and black laced panties would look awesome with her bright pink bra. It didn't match, but it was the best she could do. She removed the robe and slid the panties up her long, silky legs. They fit firmly over her well rounded ass and slim waist. She hooked her bra into place, letting it cup her pale 34B breasts.
Marissa fell back onto the couch, holding her head up with her right arm in a pinup girl pose.
"How do I look?" she asked Susan with a sexy smile.
"Is that all you're wearing?" she inquired, running her eyes over Marissa's resting body.
"No, but this is as far as I've made it."
"Well if you want to go skimpy, do you still have those little black shorts?"
Marissa thought for a moment, and then dashed to her chest of drawers. She dumped the contents onto the bed, searching for the item that Susan had suggested. Marissa's eyes glowed brightly when she finally found the tiny shorts that would fit so tightly against her body and leave very little to the imagination. She pulled them on, wrenching the fabric over her curves.
Marissa was still in need of a top, which came to her in the form of a jet black bikini top with little white polka dots. Her look was now complete.
Marissa returned to Susan, who was now fully dressed in a blouse and skirt ensemble.
"You look good," commented Susan. "but you're going to be cold."
"I know, but it may be worth it," Marissa replied with a grin.
"I don't think so. You can wear this," offered Susan, removing a pair of black silk stockings from her suitcase.
"Thanks," Marissa answered as she slid the thin black fabric up her smooth legs. "I'll probably wear my blue sundress until we get in the club."
"Not a bad idea. Although I think if any guy tries to undress you, he's going to have a hell of a lot to keep up with," Susan said with a smirk.
Both girls continued to prepare for the evening in the cramped bathroom. They stood in front of the sink, applying eye liner, glossy lipstick, and a few dabs of red blush to their cheeks. Within half an hour, the ladies were ready to hit the town.
They walked arm in arm to the train station, which was less than a mile from Marissa's flat. The air was crisp and a cool summer breeze was blowing through the trees. They entered the train station, receiving a look of satisfaction from the attendant at the ticket counter. The girls made their way to the B-Train, which would take them into the city of Birmingham. It was a metropolitan area that was second only to London in size and population-- the more people, the more fun.
The ladies anxiously waited as the train pulled into the station with a deafening screech. They boarded, finding seats toward the back of the car. Many people flocked to the remaining seats, as the automatic doors hissed shut. The train pulled away from the station and chugged along the dark, empty, countryside. The girls chatted throughout the ride, noticing stares from many of the gentlemen who were sitting a few seats ahead. They would turn around to gawk and then intently look away when the girls noticed. It filled Marissa with sexual energy, knowing that she was eliciting such a response from strangers. Every time she would catch one of the men looking, she would send a flirtatious smile there way. Susan would then nudge Marissa in the ribs, reminding her that they hadn't even made it to the club yet.
After a short ride, the train came to a halt and the girls stepped off. They made there way through the crowded station, which was packed with travelers from all over Europe. This was one of the central stations, which was the exact opposite of the little station they had departed from. The girls held hands, attempting to stay together through all of the hustle and bustle. Wearing heels proved to be a problem, since they were not the easiest shoes to maneuver in. At one point, Marissa felt a hand grope her ass, but when she turned around to confront the culprit, there was only a businesswoman on a mobile.
Once out of the station, the crowd grew manageable. The ladies eased down South Street, which would take them to the famed Worchester. The bar had an eclectic atmosphere, which they had always found appealing. When Susan and Marissa pushed through the large wooden doors, all eyes turned their way. It was embarrassing, yet empowering at the same time. Marissa and Susan sat down at the bar between a burly man with a thick mustache and a muscular lad with wavy blonde hair.
