His Little Play Thing

Clubbing With C

It was getting late, your parents had since gone to bed and you and your girl we're laying in bed watching k dramas together. You weren't sure what you were watching and why but you can't say you weren't enjoying yourself. Just being with her again made your heart swell. Even if it was only for a week, you were going to make it the best week you've ever had.

"Hey so... Wanna go out?"

Her eyes light up, and she moves to a sitting position with a hand resting on her chin.

"Well what did you have in mind?"

You grin, already knowing that the offer of a good time and booze is enough to make the girl putty in your hands. You fake disappointment and sigh, looking away.

"Oh I dunnoo I don't think it's your scene"

She grunts and pushes you lightly on the shoulder.

"Oh come on now, try me"

She replies with a giggle.

" Ohh alright...I saw this club in town while I was still awake and my parents were driving and thought maybe we could check it out?"

She gasps.

"I can't believe you would do me like that"

Like that she means, you're a dick for even saying something like that knowing that she lives for the club.

She stands from your bed and pulls you up with her.

"Clubbing is literally etched into my DNA! Of course we're going."

You look away from your open closet to see her biting her lip, thinking cap so obviously on.

"You good?"

There's no way she's getting cold feet. We're going. End of discussion.

"Yeah I just... Don't have anything to wear"

You purse your lips and scan your open closet for anything that may be worthy for your best friend to wear. Shes around your build only taller with broader shoulders so she should easily be able to fit the few party dresses or even jeans you have.

"Well you can borrow mine, and you know it I just have to figure out what to wear myself."

She skips over to your closet. Yes skips. She must be as ready for booze and dancing as you are.

"Do you still have that small lacey black dress?" She asks, while rummaging through your drawers and searching your hung up clothes. "Oh wait nevermind I found it!" She squeals and pulls it out. You had bought it to wear to a party but you never ended up going so it just sat in your closet hung up. It was short and almost like a second skin.

"Should I really hoe myself out like that though?" You ask narrowing your eyes at the dress. Now that you're older you've come to realize its not modest in the least bit. But you are going clubbing.

"Baby you'll pull off anything but yes. Yes you should! Just try it on will you?"

Sighing you gingerly take the dress from her hands and twirl it around on the hanger. What if it doesn't fit anymore? What if people stare? Fuck it.

Just try the damn thing on.

You shimmy out of your pjs and step into the little black number. Chelsea comes around without you even having to ask to zip up the back for you.

Once its secured around your body you turn around to stare at your reflection in the floor length mirror.

What you see makes your eyes widen. You hadn't worn a dress in so long you almost forgot what it looked like. The dress sits mid thigh and has a plunging neckline, and is all black lace. You're short, with thick thighs but your legs still look killer, and your ass in this dress is a bombshell. With Chelsea's make up skills you'll be looking fine in no time.