"Come on, Dee! The story can wait! Single, hot, gyrating men cannot!"
Cassidy Delia Bennett, Dee to her friends, grinned at Becca's daring comment. "Becca," Cassidy responded in her laughing voice, "They can all wait. It's not every year that the Miami Dolphins beat the New England Patriots!" Cassidy scribbled something onto the blue, tattered notepad she was holding and she mentally tried to block the onslaught that Becca was sure to expel right about now.
"Football?! Dee, you are going to be a single girl forever! Guys don't want strong, football-watching, car-fixing, women! You just need to be a damsel tonight. It is your birthday, after all!" Cassidy chuckled to herself as she wrote down Tom Brady's less-than-perfect statistics from today's game. She took her job as a Sports Journalist for the Chicago Sun Times very seriously. She had grown up a tomboy in a small city in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, the youngest child of her father, a commercial and hobby pilot, and her mother, a chemistry professor at the University of Northern Michigan.
Her parents and her four older brothers saw to it that she grew up with none of the preconceived notions of what a woman can or cannot do. Her weekends were full of hockey, football, and basketball -- she grew up a die-hard fan of the Detroit Red Wings, the Green Bay Packers, and the Michigan Wolverines. She was a four-wheeler and dirt biker; clever, with a wild-streak once she turned sixteen. She loved mud racing and tractor pulls. When she got her degree in Journalism from the University of Wisconsin-Madison, it was an easy decision to focus on sports. Then she was offered the position at the CST and she had to take it. Unfortunately, twenty two year old small-town tomboys were not in high demand to Chicago's male population.
"There are so many things wrong with that statement, Becca," Cassidy responded as she flipped the notebook closed and pushed her long jet-black hair out of her face, "BUT, my editor said I am to do the response story instead of just the score report, so my story isn't due until Tuesday. That means I actually am a free woman tonight."
Becca squealed with delight and ran to Cassidy's walk-in closet, "I am finding you the hottest outfit that you never wear!" Cassidy looked down at the clothing she wore, Jeez I thought I looked fine to go to a club, Miri thought as she brushed some of her cat's orange hair off her black pinstriped corduroy pants.
Another squeal indicated that Becca had found the smuttiest thing she could find. Cassidy sighed, she loved Becca like a sister, she had been her first real girl friend in Chicago, but she could be a lot to handle sometimes. "I found what you are wearing (no complaining now!), and as you are showering, changing and putting on hot make-up, I am going to call Niki and Jules! They will be here in 45 minutes! Go, go, go!" A slinky dress and a pair of shoes were hurled out of the closet at Cassidy's head and she ducked just before being nailed by a pair of stilettos.
She grabbed the garments, appeasing Becca, and headed to the shower, positive that she would regret this night.
Soon enough, Cassidy, Becca, Niki and Jules were clip-clopping down the busy Chicago streets in dangerously high heels and short dresses. Cassidy pulled and tugged at the way the dress hugged her curves, not used to clothing fitting so closely. Before leaving her apartment, Cassidy had assessed herself in the bedroom's full-length mirror and was actually surprised at the sight that had greeted her. Her 5'7" frame looked like a different body! Her normally straightened long black hair was now naturally wavy as she had not had time to straighten it after her shower. The hair serum Becca had brought offered it a healthy shine that she normally did not work to achieve. Her golden eyes were outlined in black mascara and her long lashes seemed even plumper. Her pale skin looked flawless, the water-based foundation hiding the freckles at her nose and forehead. Her pink lips were accented by a juicy clear gloss.
Even more surprising was the sight of her body! She kept it covered so much that she kind of forgot what it looked like. Her muscles were nicely toned in her arms and legs, mostly because she was an active person and not from hours spent in a gym. Though freckles covered her shoulders and upper arms, she did not mind too much in this dress. The dress was simple, a halter top, black with silver embellishment in all the right places. It accented her modest breasts, thin waist (her mother always said she had a 'sporty-frame' which meant her hips were not good for much other than swinging a bat or running a track), and long legs.
Cassidy snapped back to the present as her friends burst out laughing at Niki's comment about Dee finally turning into a proper, fuckable lady. Cassidy smiled as they rounded the last corner, she was a lot of things, but fuckable had never been one of them. The four of them certainly appeared like they were out looking for trouble, and the bouncer at the hottest club in Chicago recognized that predatory gleam in their eyes, nodding them through the red velvet rope in front of a line of at least a hundred people.
