Chapter 1

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It has been a long day when Amy convinced her sister Lucy to have some fun and spend some time with her sister in a bar. Lucy thought about the last time she went out and realized that it was been quiet some time. It was with a young man called Mike she had met during her studies. They had a couple of drinks when he finally found the courage to kiss her. It was a nice kiss which ended up them sleeping with each other at his apartment. She woke up the next morning with a terrible headache. It felt like hit by a truck. She regretted the whole drinking from last night and promised herself there and then to never do something like that again. And she kept that promise. Amy tried to lure her into having fun and go out with a man but she didn't succeed. Lucy always found an excuse to keep away from such things. But this night was different. Lucy actually wanted to go out and have some fun. She felt like she needed some time away from everything and forget work. The last couple of weeks were stressful. Lucy could feel how it had worn her out.
"Are you ready? The taxi is waiting!" she heard Amy downstairs. Lucy just finished putting her hair up when she checked herself in the mirror. She wore a black dress which she bought a couple of years ago. She never would have though that it would still fit. It was little tight and for her age a little too short for her taste. Lucy was used to wearing more comfortable clothes but tonight should be different. She didn't want to be the uptight history professor. She just wanted to be a woman having a fun night with her sister. She smiled when she saw how different she looked. That was exactly what she wanted to be.
"I am coming!' she yelled back, taking her black clutch from the table and leaving her room. Downstairs Amy was waiting for her sister in almost the same dress as Lucy just in red. It suited her more than Lucy. Amy always has been the more provocative of them.
Together they left the house and drove downtown. Amy knew some people at the club The Purple which allowed them to enter without waiting in line. The place was so crowded already that both almost had to fight their way to the bar. It felt like an eternity reaching the bar where they ordered some drinks. Lucy scanned the room watching as people were dancing to the music. Some of them were already drunk as far as she could see. She had to get used to the loud sounds. Normally she would have turned around just hearing the deafening music but not tonight. Tonight it was perfect. It fitted her mood. In one moment she was taking a sip from her tequila sunrise and in the next she was dancing with Amy on the dance floor. She got so carried away that she didn't notice the men dancing around her and her sister trying to get their attention. In that moment she felt so self-confident that she had to smile at the whole situation. Suddenly she could feel two hands holding her waist from behind. Someone was moving with her mirroring her moves. Amy was dancing in front of her tinkling with one eye and mouthing "he is hot". It made Lucy smile even more. Anxious to see how he looked like she turned and was quiet impressed. It was a man almost her age, short brown hair. He looked a little like Wyatt. She spent the next couple of hours with the man. He bought her drinks which made her feel more light-headed. She thought about stopping and going home when he took her hand in his and guided her to a more private place in the club. She immediately knew where this was leading to but didn't care. The man pushed her against the wall and pressing his body against hers. She could feel everything of him which aroused her even more. He was kissing her neck while exploring her body with his hands. Lucy closed her eyes and just let him do whatever he wanted to do. Oh how she longed for such caresses. She thought of Wyatt, how he would act in a situation like this. What he would do to her. She could feel the man's hands moving to her leg then traveling back upwards. They disappeared under the dress exploring more and more of her. She thought about people coming and watching them but she was too drunk to even care. His hands almost reached the hem of her panties when he pulled away abruptly. Annoyed about not getting what she wanted she opened her eyes to see a not so amused Flynn standing in front of her. The man previously kissing her was laying unconscious on the floor with a bump on his head.

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