It was here. Saturday night, and all Sandra could do was think about going dancing. She'd go dancing almost every single Friday and Saturday night with here two best friends Lisa and Stacey. Saturday nights at the club were the best. That's when the best looking guys showed up with lots of money.
Sandra admitted she was a bit money hungry. She was only 19 going to college and living with her uptight parents. She'd mostly only go out with older guys who drove fast cars and had a fat wallet. You could say she was a bit of a snob, but Sandra thought she only deserved the best things money could buy.
She brushed her long brown silky hair pinning it up. She would put on extra makeup on to bring out her big hazel eyes. She'd felt something special would be happening that night. The feeling was so intense that she even went to go buy a sexy short little black dress she'd spotted weeks ago.
The dress was quite short and low cut. She knew she'd make a statement with all the men at the nightclub. She'd have them all eating out the palm of her hand by the end of the night like she always did.
She always knew Lisa and Stacey were jealous of her. They always got stuck with the "losers" while Sandra got all the hot studs. But Sandra loved getting all the attention to herself.
"Sandy, where you going?" She heard her mother ask as she was ready to walk out the door.
"Mom you know it's Saturday night! I always go out dancing!"
Her mother shook her head. "No, I wish for once you'd stay home and help me with your sick father. I get tired honey."
Sandra rolled her eyes. "Oh damnit Mom, he's your husband. It's a wife's duty to take care of her man. Now I'm sorry but I already made plans!"
Her mother looked down at the floor sadly."Sandy you used to be so sweet and kind. What happened to my little girl?"
Sandra sighed. "Your little girl grew up. I'm not going to be naive and sweet. In this world you have to be tough and a bitch to get what you want."
"Goodnight Sandy. I hope you have fun." Her mother responded walking upstairs disappointed in her daughter.
Sandra drove over to Stacey's house where she'd pick up her friends. It was almost eleven that night and she knew the club would be overcrowded by the time they arrived. Sandra's friends looked just as radiant as she did. Lisa had her short black hair decorated with shiny little pins which matched her short dark blue dress. Stacey wore her long blonde hair loose letting it flow everywhere. Her short red dress could kill.
The girls arrived at the night club checking out the whole scene. It was going to 80's night at the club. Sandra made sure they got to sit at the table where they always sat, which had a great view of the entire club. Tonight though the club looked quite like a ghost town. Not that lively of a crowd like it usually had on Saturday nights.
"Whew! Things are looking a bit dead tonight don't ya think?" Stacey said as she tossed her long hair back.
Sandra looked around at the spiritless people. "Ah don't worry I'm sure things will kick off in about half an hour or so."
"Well, Sandy I hope your right." Lisa replied.
"Look let's just order some drinks tonight. You all brought your fake I.d's right?" Sandra began taking her I.D out.
They'd started going to the club since age seventeen but they always carried fake identification. They passed as always knowing the bartenders couldn't care less how old they were. Sandra would always flirt with the bartender and always get her way.
It'd been over an hour and the night club was still lifeless. Sandra looked as she saw only ugly loser guys walking around thinking they were big shit. The girls were getting tired and Lisa looked like she was beginning to fall asleep!
"Lisa! Come on now. Wake up." Sandra cried out to her friend.
"Well, shit this place is boring! Let's just go home. I gotta do some studying anyway." Lisa claimed.
"Study? On a Saturday night? You must be stupid!" Sandra said raising her voice.
Lisa tightened her mouth about to scream back at her friend.
"Sandy, calm down." Stacey interfered.
"Look you two are bringing me down. You know I'm all about fun and wild times. Now come on let's try to make the best of this." Sandra tried explaining to her friends which she knew was useless.
She'd often think about hanging out with different friends. Friends who would like to party out and not be thinking of stupid school work. She watched as her friends just got quiet drinking their mixed drinks.
An hour and a half later Sandra was getting fed up herself. Not one guy in the entire nightclub had even asked her to dance! That was a huge rarity. Actually it was just flat out rare. She always got asked to dance, even by loser guys.
"Damnit no one is even asking us to dance!" Lisa cried out in frustration.
"Yeah I know. I wish any guy would ask me to dance. Hell I wish the devil himself would ask me!" Sandra complained as her friends laughed at her remark.
The girls sat there watching a small crowd dance as the rest of the people just sat down getting drunk. All of a sudden as Sandra was about to give up, she saw a gorgeous tall gentleman enter the night club. This guy was tall. He had short dark jet black hair and his spellbinding blue eyes were able to be seen even from a far distance.
