One Night

"OMG! That is the dress woman!" my best friend Samantha gushed, throwing the red, sparkly thing at me. I sat up as it fell into my lap. I held it up and smiled.

"Oh yeahhh! Make some boys break their necks!" I laughed, standing up and holding it up to me.  She smiled evily as she picked a shirt and shorts out for her. 

Five minutes later, we were dressed. Samantha was wearing shorts with a black one strapped shirt, that hugged her boobs and her curves, and a pair of two inch heels, making her legs look longer and making her 5'7". She put her wavy hair up in a pony tail and bumped up her bangs. She wore red lip gloss and had her big brown eyes framed with baby doll styled eyeliner. 

I was wearing a red dress, with one strap that hooked behind my neck, with a deep plung down the middle and it ended half way down my thigh and i paired it with black heels. I left my curly blonde hair down and wore red lipstick and did a flare winged style eyeliner, making my green eyes pop.

I had to admit. We looked hot. I'd definitely go lesbian for us.

We were going out to celebrate me starting a new job tomorrow, EIC (editor in chief) at a publishing company in downtown. I was so excited. I started tomorrow and Sam was dragging me out to party, instead of getting a good 10+ hours of sleep that I might possibly need. But even then, I wasn't really complaining. I mean, who didn't like to party, right? 

I drove to the club, getting the party started by singing and wiggling in my chair with Sam doing the same next to me. Our friend, Kate, was going to meet us. She said she was going to take a cab from work and drive us home. We could always rely on our Kate. She was the maturest out of the three of us. Sometimes we even called her "momma'. She hated it. 

I parked across the street and groaned. There was already a freaking long line. Sam and I walked over and we hopped in line, hoping we wouldn't have to wait long, though I guessed we were probably going to be waiting for like an hour and it was barely ten. We waited perhaps, thirty minutes, before a guy, tall, hot and obviously rich, walked by. He smiled at us, his Rolex shining in the street light and his clothes were visibly designer, before he talked to the bouncer. The bouncer let him in before closing it again and walking over to Sam and I. 

"Mr. Pierce asked me to escort you ladies inside," he said, motioning for us to follow him.

Sam passed me an excited look as we followed the bouncer to the front, much to the dismay of the people waiting behind us, who groaned and called us crude names. Sam gripped my arm tightly as the bouncer let us through. I smiled our thanks as we entered the club.

I had to take it in for a moment before I could walk. The music enveloped us, loud, the bass pumping, and the vibrations running through me. People were grinding against each other while others made out on the side of the dance floor. It was hot from all of the heat and proximity to the other people. Sam and I glanced at each other before we mutually headed to the bar. We promised Kate we'd meet her there before we took off running. 

We ordered a drink and sipped it, waiting for her. I ignored the whistles from guys and their longing looks. None of them were panty dropping so it was easy to pretend they weren't there. After a moment, I decided to check the line. Sure enough, Kate was there, tapping her foot and looking at her watch, still in her work suit. I laughed. She looked so out of place next to the sluttily dressed girls and sauve guys. I touched the bouncer, getting his attention. I pointed to Kate, explaining to the him that she was with us.....And I may have or not slipped him a twenty to pull her to the front. Kate linked arms with me and we headed back inside to join Sam at the bar. 

When we got there, Sam gave her a hug and ordered her a water before running off. I rolled my eyes and smiled before I told her not to get too bored and to find us at midnight. She agreed and waved me off, making herself at home on the bar stool. I gave her a tight hug and ran off to find Sam.