Amy said goodbye to her friends as their cab pulled up outside the restaurant.
"Why don't you reconsider and come with us?" Sandra asked.
Amy smiled politely and shook her head; she waved as the girls drove off down the street. The last place Amy wanted to be was at a nightclub full of desperate middle-aged men groping any girl in a dress. Amy wanted to go somewhere different however her girlfriends were creatures of habit and for weeks Sandra had her eye on a handsome young barman and tonight was going to be the night, Amy smiled how many times had she heard that before.
Amy decided home with one of her toys would be more enjoyable, she looked up and down the street, and there wasn't a cab in sight, Amy poked around in her hand bag and found her phone she flipped it open and it just beeped at her as the battery died, not going to catch a cab that way she thought. Amy started walking expecting a cab to come along soon. It was Sunday night and most of the restaurants were closing and the street was slowly emptying out, Amy decided to head towards a place where there were people.
Amy walked towards the brightly lit building where most of the people where. The night was warm and Amy paused for a few seconds and tilted her head slightly back as a gentle breeze whisked through her long brown hair, she slightly parted her legs allowing the breeze to enter through the split in her skirt. Amy smiled as the cool breeze quietly danced over her exposed pussy, Amy never wore panties when she had dinner with her girlfriends, she loved the fact that they would die a million deaths if they knew and when the topic of sex became steamy Amy would cross her legs and squeeze her thighs tight together stimulating herself.
Amy reached the building and realised that it was the gay nightclub that her friends had mentioned numerous times that they should go too, they had heard the music was great and as most people in the place were gay there was less drunken straight men looking for a quick fuck or grope, however Amy knew that it was all talk and her friends would never go to a gay club.
She sat down on the bench outside the entrance and gave her calves a light massage and wiggled her toes hoping for some relief from the six-inch stilettos she was wearing. Why! Why! That every Sunday night her and her girlfriends would try to out dress each other? She made a mental note not to wear these shoes again.
Amy was surprised by how many boy girl couples were going into the club and how the crowds seem to increase with each minute. Amy's attention was drawn to the cab as it pulled up and dropped off its passengers as Amy grabbed her bag and headed towards it, the cab raced off, its driver oblivious to Amy waving frantically. As this had been the only cab sighting in a half an hour Amy decided to head into the club and find a public phone.
The good looking security guy smiled at Amy as she entered and she could feel his eyes watching her all the way up the stairs to the entrance, a slight shiver ran up her back causing her nipples to harden against her blouse. Amy asked the door bitch where the public phone was and headed down the hall outside the women's toilets. Amy grabbed the receiver and went to dial a cab the other end of the phone cord dangled in front of her. "Shit! Fucking vandals." Muttered Amy.
Amy walked towards the bar she realised the nightclub had lots of small rooms set out in different colours and the music varied from room to room, the bar seem to be the central meeting location with a large dance floor and pounding music, the dance floor was packed with people of all genders dancing with each other.
Amy ordered a Vodka shooter and immediately received two, the barman announcing it was two for one night, wonder why the place was backed Amy thought.
Amy sculled the vodka's and ordered another and received another one complimentary. The music thumped through Amy's body causing a sick feeling deep in her stomach, she decided to head for one of the quieter rooms.
Amy chose the blue room, the music was quiet and the lounges big and fluffy, most of all there were only three or four people in the room. Amy placed her vodka shooters on a small table next to a two-seater lounge and sat down. Relieved of the pounding music Amy stretched her legs out and layed back in the comfy lounge, she surveyed the room, it wasn't long before the blue room emptied of people and Amy was left to ponder on her own thoughts.
Amy's mind drifted thinking that her girlfriends would never believe her when she told them that she ended up in the club, a smile draw across Amy's face at the thought, she leaned across to grab one of her vodkas.
Hi
Amy looked across the room from where the voice had come, before she could answer the young woman started to talk again.
"Gosh its hot on the dance floor," said the young women standing and flapping her top trying to push air against her sweaty skin and as quick as she stood up she sat back down.
Amy politely smiled as the young woman tried moving about to stop her short skirt from clinging to her slim thighs. Amy looked away as the young woman awkwardly arranged her clothes, it wasn't long before a handsome man joined the young woman, she grabbed the long tall green drink from him and drunk it all down.
"That's so much better," she gasped.
