Authors note: This is part 1 of what may be a two part or multi part story depending on if this is something people like and want to see more of. I haven't written erotica in years so I'm dipping my toes back into the water with this story. I do hope you enjoy!
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Daisy stood in front of the mirror and frowned at herself, smoothing her hands down over the top of her black dress to try and disguise the lace pattern of her bra that was showing through. Pulling the silky material one way and then the other she sighed out heavily only to pull the dress off. Walking across the hardwood of her bedroom her black stiletto heels clicked softly as she dropped the pink lace bra onto the floor and began to root through her lingerie drawer for something better. In the back of her mind she knew why she was obsessing about her outfit that night but she tried to convince herself that it was not the case.
Daisy always liked to look good, to be presentable, to have people compliment her whenever she left the house whether she was grabbing a pint of milk or hitting the town. The fact that Hayley was going to be there too was just an added bonus to look exceptionally good.
Pulling out a red balcony bra she turned back to the mirror and admired her ample breasts as she secured them, enjoying the sight of the hefty amount of cleavage that was provided with the correct support. Daisy loved lingerie that fit perfectly, accentuating her plump, perky breasts and showcasing them for whomever to see. Pulling the dress back on she slowly moved the material down over her skin, shivering a little at the way the material made her feel as it slipped over her wide hips and down over her shapely bottom.
Daisy had never been a size six but she was happy about that, that annoying bass song on the radio, while inane she believed to be true. She would never walk a high fashion cat walk, she had too much ass and hips and tits for that but she liked it that way. With long dark hair that slipped down to her waist and pale skin she believed she was the epitome of an English rose. A lady on the street and well... what went on in the bedroom and what was revealed when her clothes came off was a private matter. Reaching for her red lipstick she drew leaned into the mirror, dragging the colour slowly over her lips until it was perfect.
"Daisy! Are you ready or what? Addy Lee is going to be out here in two minutes!" Louise shouted from the bedroom next door.
"Yes. I'm ready!" Daisy called back, winking at herself in the mirror and giving her hour glass shape one last crucial glance only to head out of her room and down the stairs where the taxi was waiting. Feeling the cold night air on her bare skin she smiled at the driver as she got in, feeling his eyes moving over her appreciatively only to cross her legs demurely. "Alright drive? Having a good evening?"
"Can't complain..." he said, looking at her in the rear view mirror. "You ladies out to have some fun tonight?"
"We're out to get fucked tonight." Louise said with a grin as she slid into the taxi, pulling the thin spaghetti strap of her dress back onto her shoulder where it had slipped down. Louise pulled out her compact, running her fingers through her bleached lilac hair, ensuring her blunt cut bob had every strand in place.
"Lou..." Daisy said, wrinkling her nose at her friends crassness. "Really?"
"So where are we going?" The taxi driver asked, laughing to himself as he openly oggled the two young women in the back of his cab.
"One Whitby street please." Louise said with a smile as she touched up her make up only to turn to her friend. "You look really, really hot... and I'm not a lezza but... I could re-consider for you tonight."
Daisy rolled her eyes at that and pushed on her friend gently. "You are such a cock whore I don't think that would actually go down well. You'd be really selfish and just let me go down on you and then when I could bring a sausage to the party you'd kick me out of bed."
Louise burst out laughing at that and nodded in agreement, knowing it was more than a little true. "Okay. Fair point. However... you do look really good. Where's the dress from?"
"And Other Stories... it's nice... is it... too much? I feel like my dress is like hey here's my tits and my thighs, I'm a massive whorebag." Daisy murmured, twisting her lips in thought. She wanted to look hot but not slutty and not like she was really trying, despite having been stressing on this for the last week.
Eyeing her friend over Louise leaned back, eyeing her friends blemish free skin, seeing the swell of her breasts and her slender thighs. "Well. Your tits are always there. There's no getting around that when you've got big ones but... it's not so short that everything is out. It's suggestive. I like it." she murmured, eyeing the few different rings on her own small hands. "Why are you so - ohhh. This is about Hayley isn't it?"
"It's not." Daisy shook her head, her eyes drifting out of the window as she watched the streets flyby as they made their way towards the Lounge Lover bar.
"It is! This is the first time you're going to see each other since it all kicked off aren't you? Ah... that's - is that going to be awkward? I mean, she's with someone else now isn't she? A boy?" Louise pressed, elbowing her friend lightly in the side.
"I thought we were going to NightJar?" Daisy replied, ensuring her tone was as bored sounding as could possibly be.
"We are - the tables aren't booked till later though." Louise murmured, knowing better than to push her friend when she clearly didn't want to talk about it. "I just wanna put it out there... that you could do a lot better than Hayley. I mean, I don't know what it is lesbians look at? But.. she's a little emo kid and you're there like sex vixen. You could do better."
Daisy smiled tightly at that, knowing that Louise and Hayley had never seen eye to eye throughout their two year relationship and so took her comments with a pinch of salt. Listening to the radio station that the driver had on for the rest of the way Daisy felt her heart race in anticipation, having no idea what to expect.
Arriving at the bar they bid farewell to the driver and headed inside, the bar already busy and filled with people on the couches and in the standing areas. Meeting their friends at the bar they were greeted with a row of shots each and a cocktail waiting for them. Knocking back a few shots of tequila Daisy felt herself starting to relax, able to enjoy herself now that the rest of her friends were there. Chatting about their weeks and plans for the rest of the weekend they worked their way through the rest of the cocktail menu. With her head a little lighter Daisy was smiling big, moving her hips to the music a little and ready for the rest of the night.
Heading back out to the street she had her arm curled around Louise's waist as they stepped onto the bus that would take them up to Old Street. Jumping off just after the round about Daisy was laughing at a joke someone said when she saw her and immediately her stomach turned. Hayley was there, her hair usually a vibrant red now dyed candy floss pink but in its usual shoulder length with bangs style. A pair of skinny jeans clung to her hips and a t-shirt for a band Daisy didn't know covered the rest of her slim frame. As Daisy got closer she felt her throat go a little dry but she forced a smile. "Hey... how are you?" she asked, leaning in and kissing her cheek, smelling that familiar scent of vanilla that always lingered around her.
"Hey!" Hayley said happily, her eyes shining bright and already clearly drunk. "How are you?" she asked, her arms circling Daisy's hips and pulling her close for a hug.
"I'm good..." Daisy said with a smile. "I love your new hair," she murmured, instinctively reaching out and sliding her fingers over her the silky strands, her fingers lightly brushing over the nape of her neck as she did so.
"Thanks." Hayley murmured, her eyes locked on Daisy's as she shivered a little at her touch. "I got it done this morning. It's going to be a bitch to maintain..." Hayley murmured with her smile, her eyes ticking over Daisy slowly as she bit into her lip gently. Eyeing her ex-girlfriend for the first time in three months she felt that familiar coil of arousal pull through her, seeing her pendulum hips and knowing what probably lay beneath those clothes of hers. "You really do look-"
"Hayles... our table is ready." A boy came from where he had been talking to the doorman and smiled bright as he slid his arm around Hayley and pulled her back. "Who is this?" he asked, eyeing the girl in front of him. In heels she was just a little taller than he was and he couldn't help but let his eyes move over her discreetly.
