I was with my girls at the club, same setting as any other club. Lights blinking along with the rhythm of the music. Foggy dance floor which you could hardly see due to the great lighting and the different clumps of people dancing with each other. They pretty much dragged me out saying I was in dire need of a drink. They, by they I mean Lani and Kristi, decided I couldn't dress myself properly. So my outfit consisted of a black tank top with a built-in bra (which my 38Cs fit perfectly), a plaid miniskirt with no panties and my black boots. My long black hair cascaded down my back in loose curls.
You may wonder why I let my friends Tweedle Ditz and Tweedle Bum dress me as their Barbie. A week ago, I'd broken up with my boyfriend due to his need to fuck in every place he could think of. Sure, it sounds charming but the last straw was when I dropped my keys in the parking lot at Wal-Mart. I'm not a PDA kind of girl and though the sex was great that was too much in the open for me. As for letting them dress me up, I'd been a downer lately and decided to make it up to them by letting them make me up. I mean what harm could I get into at a dance club?
"Those men wanted to buy you drinks." There were shots for each of us. Lani winked, Kristi smiled and I nodded. We downed them at the same time.
"The the brother on the side is just my type," Lani giggled talking about the good-looking black guy sporting his Sean John Jump suit and his wide-rim "Player" hat to match.
"Girl, what are you talkin about? I mean he has the name of his game written all over his hat!" Kristi replied in her New York accent. "Now if you ask me Mister Edward Cullen look-a-like on the other side of "Mister Business, I'm too important to look up and show my face" is TOO good to be true."
"Mister Business" as Kristi called him, signaled to the Waiter in which more shots were planted in front of us. Lani licked her glass and winked again, Kristi blew a kiss and I simply nodded toward them. It went on, us downing shots for 10 min. with minimum contact between the providers of the warm feeling we were getting in our throats.
"I guess Mister Biz is all yours Jules!" Lani giggled. "I mean you do like them mysterious, right?" Feeling the effect of the booze tingling I still held my ground.
"No, I'm not here for that! It's our girl's night, right? Let's Boogie!" I grabbed Kristi, who already had a hold of Lani.
"Only if she never says "Boogie" again." She laughed.
Turns out "LL Cool J" and "Eddie Cullen" caught up with us and ended up dancing Lani and Kristi away from me. I was in a corner watching everyone dancing. I felt someone come behind me and put his arms around me. That tequila made me think "what the hell, just dancing." My ass started grinding against him to the music. (That throw-back tune "Let Me Buy you a drink" by T-pain was playing) I bent over which made it so my ass was right against his hard-on. I shook out my long hair, just to whip it back up. His hands that were on my hips cupped my tits when I came back up.
"HEY!"
