"Kim, find a bra that pushes your boobs up more," Michelle ordered me. She was my best friend, and her mission in life seemed to be introducing me to the glorious world of sex in college. She tossed orders around like a drill sergeant, as usual when we were getting ready to go clubbing. "You want your girls to be on full display for all of the hot guys at the club. If you've got it, flaunt it." I sighed and acquiesced, turning around and changing into a push-up bra that had a bit too much padding. My boobs pretty much spilled out of the bra. I turned around and Michelle scanned the area. "Perfect."
She was doing her makeup while I picked out a dress. A white one would pop too much against my dark skin, and my blue one looked like I was heading to church, so I went with a red bandage dress that hugged my torso and ass and had overlapping straps on the back. I looked at myself in the mirror. It gave me curves in all the right places, especially my ass, which outshone my boobs even in this bra. My straight black hair fell just below my shoulders. "I think you'd like this one," I said to Michelle, and she whistled.
"You're going to get so much dick, I swear to god," she said.
"You know I'm a virgin, right? It's not like I'll take three guys back here and let them all put their dicks in me," I snorted. It was true, me being a virgin. I had made out with guys plenty of times, but always stopped when their hands reached for my jeans.
"You make it sound so horrible, Kim. You might take one home, right, though?" Michelle asked, applying mascara.
I sighed. "Maybe," I replied, though I said it mostly to get her off my back. I checked my phone and saw the time. "Shit, we need to meet the boys at the club. We're half an hour late." Michelle dropped her- my- mascara on the sink and we walked as fast as we could in heels to the car. A few minutes later we pulled up at the curb of the club.
It was your typical club, with the name outlined in neon lights. Brighter, though, was the club right next door. Its name, the G spot, flashed in various shades of pink. "What's that club?" I asked Michelle.
"Oh, some lesbian bar," she said, pulling at my arm. "Come on."
She led me in and we met up with our friends Will and Ken. Ken sure looked like his Barbie version. He was tall and had neat blonde hair, and always dressed like he was going to some country club. Michelle said hi to Will and then sidled up to Ken, all over him in an instant. I rolled my eyes.
We got some drinks, leaving me with a twenty dollar bill, and then headed onto the dance floor. Will, a pimply guy, eyed me up. He shouted something at me over the thumping music.
"What?" I shouted back.
"You look nice!" he said.
"Thanks!" I yelled. He got closer to me. I realized with a shock that he and I were supposed to pair up.
"You're welcome," he said in my ear, his breath already stinking of alcohol. To distract myself, I quickly downed my drink, which tasted vaguely like lime. Bad idea. It burned at the back of my throat.
Then Will started dancing with me. His hand crept around my back, and his eyes couldn't seem to leave my boobs. I gave a shiver, despite the heat of the club, and pushed my glass at him. He took it and stared at it, confused.
"I'll be right back. I need to get some air," I said.
"What?"
"Get some air!" I shouted. Jesus fucking Christ. I made my way through the crowd hot, gyrating crowd. I felt men's eyes on my ass, and then finally made it outside.
I stepped near the side of the building, taking long, deep breaths. What was getting into me? That was how it was supposed to happen. Me and that hormone-filled guy who was shorter than me.
The lights from the clubs around me shone right into my eyes, though the cool air felt like heaven in my lungs. I stumbled my way into the dark, narrow alleyway between the two clubs. A narrow strip of sky shone above me, speckled with stars.
Then I heard the voice, as low and rumbling as a panther.
"Hey baby, what's your name?"
A woman appeared from the shadows, seemingly melting into appearance. All breath left my lungs. She had glossy black hair that she threw over her shoulder and skimmed the tops of her breasts. On her head was a headband with cat ears. Her face was delicate, and her light brown eyes were lined with thick lashes. Her full breasts tumbled out of her lacy black bra, and I caught a glimpse of her nipple as her boobs bounced and then settled. She had a narrow waist, and lacy panties were pulled taught over her round hips. She wore garters connected to sheer black stockings over her pale, shapely legs, and black heels.