Just One Night

Obligation (Chapter 1 of 3)

Watching Violet and Rory get ready for a night out was like watching Barbie and a slutty Wednesday Addams get ready for a party together.

Wednesday—or in my case, Violet—draped a dress made of a thin layer of black satin over her pale skin and swiped on her deep purple lipstick. She glanced back before dropping the makeup on her vanity. "Hurry up. It's almost eleven. I want to get there before all the good cock is taken."

"Violet!" Rory, my own personal Barbie friend, giggled. "You should open yourself up more. This is about more than sex. You never know when you could meet the one."

"Oh, I plan to meet the one tonight. The one I'm gonna ride all the way to orgasm before I send him on his merry way." Violet batted her eyelashes at Rory and smoothed her long, straight, black hair over her shoulders.

Rory shook her head and slipped on her strappy heels covered in little fake diamonds, the ones she referred to as her neutral kicks. Then, moving to the full-length mirror, she adjusted her short, bright pink dress and fluffed her wavy blonde hair. "Don't listen to her, Gwen. This is our night. I can feel it!"

I sighed and stood, dropping my purse strap over my shoulder. They'd be funny if I wasn't being forced to participate in tonight's outing. Every couple of months, they nagged until I went with them to the club or bar or whatever they were doing. It'd been this way since college and showed no sign of letting up.

Rory was sweet and meant well. She really seemed to think the perfect guy for each of us was out there, just waiting at a bar, guzzling beer.

On the other hand, I was ninety percent sure Violet made me go just to watch me squirm. Loud music and horny idiots screaming at each other just to be heard, all in the name of some sort of drunk mating ritual, wasn't my idea of fun.

I'd play along though because I loved them both. They were like sisters to me. Our own dysfunctional little family, and there was no one I'd rather share a home with.

Rory's face fell when she looked at me. "Seriously?" She threw her head back with a groan. "Come on, Gwen. You cannot be this stunning and hide it all under these ridiculous clothes."

I scanned my outfit—ripped skinny jeans and a brown crop top with a chunky tan cardigan. "I lost you with the sweater, right?"

"Uh, yeah." Rory rolled her eyes and turned to dig through her closet. "And those jeans aren't much better. We're not going grocery shopping."

"I'm not wearing any of your tiny-ass dresses, so you can stop digging."

"You'll wear whatever the hell she pulls out of there or I'm leaving you guys here," Violet grumbled.

"Yay! Perfect!" I grinned, making Violet chuckle.

"She'll just make you call a ride." Her purple lips pulled up on one side. "You'll have to wait, and you'll be out even later."

"Ugh. Fine." I crossed my arms and waited to see what frilly atrocity Rory would pull from the depths of hell—also known as her closet. "I plan to be in bed by two."

"So do I." Violet did a little wiggle and rubbed her butt against me. I laughed and shoved her away as Rory turned with an emerald green bodycon dress.

With a huff, I hurried to change and pulled the material down as far as it would go, which was mid-thigh. For Rory, that was long, and I counted myself lucky.

"I knew that color would look amazing with your auburn hair." Rory squealed. "You look beautiful!"

Violet shrugged and tilted her head to the side as she studied me. "I'd hit that if I was into chicks."