Rebecca’s POV-
I stepped out of the cab, my six inch stilettos clicking against the concrete. Not even caring if anyone sees my lacy black thong, I got out of the cab one foot at a time. Similar sounds fill my ears as my two other friends, Jacey and Roxanne, get out of the cab as well. The music coming out of the club caused the building to pulse, and my heart started to pound to the beat. I slammed the door of the cab behind me, and tugged my dress down lower. I don’t know how Jacey and Roxanne wear these. It’s basically like wearing nothing. I mean, my hair was longer than that dress. I stared at Roxanne’s long, dark red hair in front of me as we walked to the front of the line.
Jacey smiled at the bouncer, her plump red lips spread over her perfect white teeth. She tossed her dark curls over her shoulder and rested her arm on the bouncer’s chest. She leaned in and whispered something in his ear. His pale face quickly turned red, and he pulled back the rope that blocked the entrance to the club. The people behind us all groaned in protest, but the bouncer sent them a glare, silencing them. Jacey giggled as she skipped through the entryway.
“What did you say to him?” I asked curiously. I mean, surely they don’t just let a girl in for being pretty.
She laughed, throwing her head back to the ceiling. “Nothing he’s never heard before.”
I frowned, confused. Roxanne laughed at my expression and placed a small, pale hand on my lower back. “C’mon, let’s go have some fun. Get your mind off that dirtbag.”
Great. Thanks for reminding me. The only reason I was at that club was because I was I wanted to have some fun. A lot of fun. So much fun that I forgot the events from earlier that day. Scott had broken up with me over lunch that day. He said he needed some space. Jacey said that was code for ‘I’m cheating on you.’
I continued walking through the hallway into the club. The entrance corridor to the main dance floor was dark, and the walls were painted a dreary shade of gray. We walked onto the main dance floor, and I spotted the bar across the room. Roxanne and Jacey immediately walked over to the where people were grinding up against each other, their bodies drenched in sweat, dragging me with them. I immediately felt uncomfortable as they started grinding on each other, causing every male specimen in a five foot radius to stare. I blushed as they leered at me, as if telling me to join in. Goosebumps rose on my skin. I rubbed a hand up and down my arm.
“Roxy!” I shouted over the pounding bass of the music. She didn’t show any sign that she had heard me, only rubbed her ass up and down Jacey’s crotch. “Roxy!” I tried again.
She glanced up at me, but didn’t stop dancing. “What?” she yelled, slightly annoyed.
“I’m going over to the bar!” She nodded and closed her eyes, going back to dancing. I pushed my way through the sweating bodies pressed together. The bar seemed like it was miles away. By the time I reached it, I had my butt squeezed three times, my boobs grabbed once, and some creeper try to grind up against me. The glowing purple and green flashing of the lights had made me dizzy, and I gladly plopped down onto a leather barstool.
“A shot of vodka.” I said to the bartender, a guy who looked about twenty and had tattoos covering his entire left arm.
He nodded and said, “I.D?” I panicked for a minute. I didn’t have my fake i.d. with me! But then I remembered, the drinking age in the U.K. is eighteen. I pulled my driver’s license out of my small black clutch, and slid across the counter. He picked it up and squinted at it, trying to read it I the dim lighting. After he saw that I was eighteen, he slid it back to me and went on to get the vodka out of the small refrigerator.
