The bad boy wants to protect me?

The music was shaking the floors, the drinks were shaking me and the girls were shaking there head at the group of girls that just walked in with teeny weeny skirts on.

I'm having a great night, well almost anyway. I couldn't shake the guilt i felt when i left Ladan at home by himself. I had got dressed into my fanciest clothes. High waisted light skinny jeans, a white strappy top and a black cardigan. I had a long beaded necklace that hanged around my breasts and some black flats that i had bought from the charity shop i passed today. I had left my hair natural after a shower so the long blonde locks were now wavy. I looked as good as i could get.

Well anyway  i went downstairs with £20 in my pocket and looked for Ladan so i could say bye. I didn't have any luck. He had left without even so much as a word to where he was going. Not even a bye. What happened to that caring guy who wants to protect me? I never imagined him to just leave me like this but whatever i'm not dwelling on it and definately not going to let him ruin my night.

The other girls that were friends of Lucys are all really nice. There really nice and not sluts. They respected themselves, you could tell from what they were wearing, the most you could see was some of their legs but only from just above the knees downwards. No cleavage that gets in your face no bumcheeks hanging out of skirts and no bellies that should just not be out. Another great thing is that they haven't dressed up much either so i don't look underdressed in my jeans. 

The way i'm describing them makes them sound boring and ugly. But these girls are hot! Don't get me wrong i'm a fully straight woman but man if i was a lesbian i wouldn't say no to any of these girls. 

"Let's do shots!" Lucy shouted and all the girls cheered in reply. I was a bit nervous, i've never drank alcohol before, weird i know. But seriously with my dad it's not suprising. 

Lucy brought over shots for everyone, three shots each to be exact. One sambuca,one vodka and one bacardi. I had heard Lucy ask the barman for them.They were just clear liquid so how bad can they be right? 

When i looked up all the girls had downed all three shots and were waiting on me. Letting out a nervous smile i picked up the first shot infront of me, i brought it up to my mouth the same way as i had seen my father do so many times and let it slide down the back of my throat. It burned and when it had all gone down i instantly started gagging. It hurt like hell.

All the girls laughed at my gags and encouraged me to do the next ones. 

I downed the next two which went down easier then the first. Some of the girls asked if i wanted to dance and i instantly agreed. I love dancing. It made me feel so clam and peaceful it was like a drug, once you start you can't stop. I don't i'm very good, the most practice i've had is dancing in the kitchen while cooking dads meals. But whatever i still love it all the same. 

We went on the dance floor and i was pleased to see i could do the moves the other girls were dancing, there were 7 girls in total, including me and four of the girls had come to dance with me. 

A guy came up behind me and started grinding on my backside. I had to stifle a gag before i pushed him away. He must have been drunk because he stumbled and walked to the mens bathroom. Guys like that give me the creeps. Why do they think they can just touch girs like that. It's disgusting. I was feeling the alcohol by now and i was loving it, i feel so free and just happy, for once i was happy and i wasn't going to let anyone bring me down. I carried on dancing with the girls and i noticed slowly that the girls were going off with guys one by one. Soon i was left on my own dancing in the middle of the floor surrounded by drunk people rubbing against each other. Wow, my night suddenly just got a whole lot worse. 

I started to head back to the bar to find the others girls that were left there. 

When i finally squeezed out of the crowd and came face to face with the bar i felt my face drop. There was a guy with his back to me sat at the bar, i knew that guy, he seemed so familiar. There's only one guy i know around here. My suspicions were confirmed when he turned his head to look at me, he must have known i was there because his eyes went straight to mine. What's he doing here?