Taming The Lockwood

Five

"What on God's green Earth are you wearing?"  Sophia asks incredulously as she strolls into my apartment, clad in a gold dress revealing her beautiful assets and leaves nothing to one's imagination. Her make up looks effortlessly done and her jet black hair is held together in a tight up-do with a few stray strands framing her face creating an illusion of waves falling down her bare back.

She looks gorgeous.

Sophia has been my best friend since primary school where we'd hit it off the moment we met each other. We'd practically been through thick and thin together- the awkwardness of our teenage phase filled with boys, braces and school. We had small arguments but that was because we were both too stubborn for our own good, though we always found ourselves gravitating back towards each other irrespective.

"Um," I glance down at my attire, frown, and try to find what is wrong with the knee length black, modest looking dress I had donned. Pressing my fingers down on the thin material, I flatten out any creases and pick off a few pieces of fluff. She watches me, eyebrow raised in challenge with mirth filled eyes.

"Do you have anything else other than that darn dress?"

"I-i, I love this dress...?" It comes out as a question and I mentally face palm myself for the lame reply.

Striding towards my wardrobe and throwing open the doors, she dives straight inside, much to my dismay, sending a few hangers off the rack to find their new abode on my floor. I wince and reach down, picking up all the items and placing them gently on my bed to avoid them getting creased. I cross my arms over my chest in defiance as soon as she holds out the thin, bright red dress I had been forced to buy on a previous shopping trip with her.

"No, I swear that doesn't fit me anymore." Gazing at her fierce expression, I know instantly she won't yield and I sigh in exasperation, tugging the dress from her grasp reluctantly.

I swiftly change into the red dress, pulling it down my thighs and frown as it rides up. Muttering a few curse words, I pull harder, my glare deepening as the material from the top slides down my breasts, show casing a generous portion of cleavage. I grumble, returning the dress to its previous position on my body and turn to face the creature that is my best friend.

The body con dress is a simple number with a plunging neckline that meets at the top of my ribs, the bottom is edged with red lace and the straps are so thin, I'm worried I'm going to break them.

Squealing, she reaches out to me, gathers my hair together and ties it up into an elegant looking hairstyle before she practically forces a pair of red heels on my feet. She attacks my face with a few powders and brushes, taking pleasure in my misery when I grumble in pain because she hit my face too hard.

When she is done, she claps her hands together, grinning, "Perfect! Let's go." Not even giving me a second to breathe.

I follow after her out of my apartment like a lost puppy, forgetting to grab a jacket that I know, I will later regret.

Just like many other things that night.

***

"Can I get you a drink, pretty girl?" A voice slurs out from beside me and I wave him off. This had been ongoing for the past half an hour where Sophia had abandoned me by the bar to meet with her boyfriend, leaving me with nothing but a "let loose and have fun."

The lights are dim in here and the only form offering light is the brightly coloured spotlights scattered around the building. I can distinctly see bodies grinding on each other and limbs flailing, maybe not the latter but I was heavily under the influence of alcohol to notice.