New Rule: Never tell your girlfriend you aren't wearing any knickers! Well that might be a little harsh, so how about be careful who you tell you aren't wearing knickers because what might happen next will change your life! Yea, that's better. Now whether the change is for the good or for the bad depends more on your than your girlfriend!
That was the start of it, silly me fighting my way across an incredibly crowded club, all girls, except for the male dancers on stage. I fought my way across to join the long line for the loo. It might sound funny, but this club had one loo and it was unisex, but it was still to freaking small for the number of bodies that packed in! So it took absolutely forever to get there to pee! And . . . well there is no sugar coating it, by the time I got there, I had leaking just a little. It was just enough to dampen the gusset of my thong, but I couldn't stand it! So I stripped them off, wrapped them in a little toilet tissue, and hid them in the bottom of my minuscule purse. I mean who would know, right? Just me and my big mouth! I really have to drink a lot less!
Getting back to JJ at our table seemed to be another fight just getting through the crowd. I did start to regret the short and tight silver Lycra skirt I was wearing, but a few careful tugs kept me from showing things I didn't want to show. JJ was grinning at me, this was her favorite club on ladies night and she knew how crowded it would be. Another drink or two and she would be in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by other ladies and loving it!
I sat back down and she scooted close so we could hear each other talk.
"How was the line?"
"It was freaking impossible, you shyte! And you damn well knew it, didn't you?"
"Yea, it gets bad about now, but it'll lighten up later. For some reason 6 and 9 seem to be the call of the loo."
"you coulda warned me!"
"Why, it was fun watching you do the pee dance across the club."
"You have a sick sense of humor, JJ."
"I know, but you love that about me!"
I had to admit she was right. Her skewed way of looking at things is one of her most endearing traits. I just wish I wasn't the target so often. We settled down and had another drink. I had to shift myself a lot as the Lycra seemed to stick to the vinyl seat cover.
"Why are you so fidgety?"
Here is where my big mouth should have just stopped, but I let it run wild!
"I am not wearing any knickers!"
"No way! I saw your sexy thong when you got in my car. Someone steal it?"
"What are you doing check out my undies?" I was surprised!
"Hey, Emmy, no biggie. You sorta flashed me a bit as you got in my sports car. I thought the thong looked sexy as hell!"
"Well no one stole it, I leaked a little waiting in that long line. I was a minute out from going out into the alley and trying to pee standing up when I finally got inside."
"You're shitting me? You really gone commando under THAT skirt?"
I nodded and sipped my pink strawberry-ish thing JJ ordered for me. She acted like she didn't believe me! But hell, what was she going to do!
She leaned against me and I felt her hand on my thigh.
"JJ!" I whispered harshly. "What are you doing?"
"I don't believe you. I'm going check it out." She slid her hand up and tried to push between my thighs.
"JJ, enough is enough, knock it off!"
"Oh fuck no! Besides, you can't move that far away without flashing that whole table over there." She pointed her chin toward a larger table with a selection of . . . Well to be kind . . . Biker chicks . . . Sitting there. While I looked at them, JJ forced her hand up into places no one but me and a few boyfriends had ever visited!
"Damn, you are naked under there!"
"Fine you have your proof, now get your hand out of there!"
She rubbed her fingers over my more sensitive spots and pressed closer against me.
"Not just yet, you feel downright yummy!"