Sierra Cartwright sighed for the hundredth time that day.
It was fresh after another fight with her daughter, Olivia. Ever since she had gotten her new boyfriend, it was like she fought her every day. Whether it was clothes, grades, her manners, honestly the list was consistently growing.
Dropping the laundry basket on the ground, she took to surveying her daughter's room, the sight of their most recent battleground.
The room looked ransacked. Shirts, tops, skirts, dresses, shorts, pants, panties, and bras dotted the room's landscape, not a speck of the floor even visible. That wasn't even accounting for the mess of makeup that covered her desk, the unmade bed with pillows and blankets tossed all over. It was all a huge mess.
Sierra let out a groan as she began gathering the discarded clothes and dropping them in the basket. She loved her daughter, she really did she told herself as she fought through the swamp.
Sierra had reached down and pulled out one of the pieces. It was a sheer dress with a fringe bottom, the dress leaving nothing to the imagination as it showed everything underneath in a silhouette.
It was simple luck that as Sierra looked over the dress, she saw her reflection in the full-body mirror that Olivia had. She looked at herself where it looked like she was wearing the dress. Wading through the rest of the clothes on the floor, she removed the ones obscuring her vision completely from the mirror tossing them into the hamper. Walking back, she modeled the dress now.
It looked good. She like how it worked as she held it against her.
Feeling a bit bolder, she quickly took off her own clothes and put on the dress, it was a good material, feeling soft against her body as she filled out the dress. She liked it.
Her breasts had always been huge, and the dress showed them off considerably.
Alright, I'm done, Sierra thought.
And she would have, but then she spotted a lingerie set that her daughter had bought. The bra and panties were both ambitious and sexy, laced and everything. Sierra found herself chuckling as she picked it up, knowing full well her daughter wouldn't have filled either the bra or the panties out having gotten none of her bustier attributes.
But her...
Sierra let the giddy feeling inside her to motivate her and within seconds she had donned the lingerie set with the dress over top of it.
She felt renewed and sexy as she admired herself in the mirror. She wasn't even sure the woman in front of her had been a mother.
She glanced slyly over at the makeup sitting on the desk and thought why not.
She applied the makeup like her daughter did and hoped it was right.
When she was done, she took one finally look in the mirror and liked what she saw. In fact, she wanted to show it off.
She paused looking over her appearance. It had been a long time since she had an opportunity to show off. Her married life had been nice, but it offered her no outlets to do anything. She had settled into her routine of life of cleaning, cooking, taking care of the house and she had wanted something excited to help jolt her back to life.
It was already eight, she checked. Neither her husband nor Olivia was coming back today. The more she thought of sneaking out and having a night on the town, the warmer she grew to the idea. No one would ever know, and it made her feel naught and badass to have a secret like this. She wouldn't call her mom friends either, she didn't need those gossips interrupting her innocent fun.
Sierra grew giddy. She moved around smiling as she grabbed a bag stuffing it for a overnight. She wanted to stay in a hotel. Flipping open her laptop she made her reservations at hotel about an hour away. She quickly crammed everything in her bag and walked briskly over to her car parked in the driveway.
Clicking her car keys she unlocked it. Tossing her bag over on the passenger seat and hopping in, she gripped the wheel. As her hands went around the steering wheel the first doubt popped in her mind. What if this was a bad idea?
Once the first doubt entered her mind, a second one popped up, and then another. It wasn't long before she found herself suddenly feeling very silly and dumb.
She flipped down the sun visor and looked at her appearance again. What had once looked sexy and seductive now looked silly, like she was playing a role completely unsuited for her. She felt ridiculous.
At that moment her purse buzzed. She opened the brown bag and pulled out her phone alight with a notification. Opening it she saw it was a text from her daughter. Sierra looked over the text, reading it.
Sierra felt a fire alight in herself after finishing the text. It was a goodnight text, the preparations to leave had taken her until nine o'clock, which had rapidly become a time that Sierra had found herself falling asleep at.
It was the absurdity that pushed her finally to turn the car on. As it roared to life, she felt herself do that same. Goodnight? It was nine o'clock, what happened to her? What happened to having fun and partying?
Any other day she would have loved to have gotten her daughter's text. It would have been a symbol of love. Right now, it did nothing but piss Sierra off. It wasn't just the text but also how empty her phone was. She remembered how often she had received texts, gotten invitations, what happened that now the only reason her phone jingled was when she was playing Sweets Slider?
She reversed out of the driveway and rode out of her suburban cul-de-sac. And she was off.
She arrived at the hotel at ten. She got her keys, went to her floor, and opened the door.
She breathed out a sigh filled with her pent-up anxiousness as she set her bags down. She was here, this was it. Grabbing, the bag, she pulled up the dress and lingerie having taken it off and stashing it off before she left and looked back over at her makeup, doing touch ups here and there before going back and putting on her outfit.
She felt as good as when she had first put it on, the sleekness of the dress combined with the open sexiness of the lingerie underneath made her feel, like, well, a bad bitch. Combined with an older pair of heels that she adored but never found the right chance to bring out, it felt like her night.
It was time to go out.
She walked to her car, noting the looks a couple of men and some women had given to her as she passed them by, alighting the giddy feeling from earlier.
As she got into the car, she opened a bag she had in the back for one more surprise.
There was no guarantee that someone she knew wouldn't see even if she had chosen to party an hour away from where she lived. Inside the bag was a purple wig. Having gotten pointers from the sales lady she put on the wig, her brunette hair disappearing into a pretty lavender that matched her dress. The red lingerie underneath standing out even more because of the monochromatism, the red of the lingerie paring perfectly with her lipstick. Sierra knew this night was hers as she followed the gps to the club she had chosen for her night.
Parking in a parking lot, she walked the streets, eyes following her as she walked throughout the streets.
There she found the club, Free Spirits lit up in neon. She could feel the pounding club music from outside.
She joined the line behind a couple that were being very public about their affection. She watched them as they kissed and groped each other. There was something familiar about the brunette that was currently pinned against the building as the guy chocked her, playfully rubbing his thumb against her lips as they peered into each other's eyes.
Sierra watched as they continued the rough play of their affection. Their clothes looked painted on with how close it was to their skin, showing off the girl's curves and the boy's muscles. They continued brushing up against one another. At one point, Sierra noticed the boy moved in close to the girl's ear and whisper something that caused her to giggle briefly before whispering something that made the man grin.
"Hey, what's a good-looking lady like yourself doing alone?" The girl asked.
Sierra didn't reply at first but after a few seconds of the girl looking expectantly at her she realized the question had been asked to her.
"Oh, you know...Enjoying the night life?" Sierra could have kicked herself. What was the point of going out in disguise if she was just going to stumble over the first question she got?
"All by yourself?" Asked the guy next to her. "You should join us!" He said this by waving his hands around as a group of guys in front of him answered in a cheer as they looked over at her.
Sierra felt herself blushing at the group's rambunctious behavior on her behalf. "Well, if you insist." She found herself saying as she was ushered into the group and soon the club.
Put into the center of the group she didn't notice the group was largely only men, the exchange of money between one of the guys and the bouncer, nor the lecherous glances they all gave ever other.
"Over here," one of the guys called out leading them up a flight of stairs. Already the flood of rainbow lights was illuminating the stairs and the pulse pounding music was shaking the walls themselves.
The guy led them to a hallway directly above the dance floor leading to rooms on either side. The group walked forward while watching the action below as the other patrons danced and drank. Eventually they reached their room and walked in.
Inside the room was huge. Half of the room had a dark and carpeted area where couches and tables were present. The other half was made of glass with the lights from the dance floor below making their way up. The music was dimmed a bit and more tolerable.
Sierra gushed as she moved around the room. A private room! This went beyond anything she had anticipated for the night. She figured maybe some dancing and a bit of drinking, not this.
"Shots, shots, shot!" The group meanwhile chanted, and Sierra joined along heartily.
Soon glasses were being passed around and Sierra slammed hers back enthusiastically along with everyone else. Letting the music overtake her she started to dance and soon the girl from before joined her. Sierra laughed as she danced with the girl. The girl had multiple piercing in her ears and even had one in her tongue. Sierra had always wished that she had been more outgoing with piercings and had often wanted a tongue piercing.
"I like your piercing," Sierra shouted over the music, pointing to her tongue to emphasis the point.
