Red Triangles

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I went and got myself in the shortest dress possible from the nearest shop. It felt weird to be on the stilettos, the high heeled back palms that looked like Louboutins. And a dress that short, a black strapless dress with lace corsets. It all cost me around 32 dollars. Bought some make up for 7 dollars and started off for a club.

The Red Triangles, it was the name. Being as graceful as a slut could be, I walked in. I had seen everything in the movies. I knew how it all worked. I went down the stairs. I had been to a club before. Bought fake ID cards and got drunk with Annie and her boyfriend. I remember I got grounded for two weeks for doing that. Coming back to present, I thought of the consequences. I was still a virgin. I didn’t know about anything that the girls on TV did after the club. I just moved on, went with the flow.

I spotted a seat next to the bar and went and sat down. A guy came and offered me a drink but I refused. I wasn’t ready. I thought about my parents and what they would think if they knew. I was raised in a conservative family after all.

I looked around and saw the girls crowding a couch, some sitting on his lap, whoever the guy was, and some holding glasses and cigars close to his lips. He had weird hair. It looked like he had a giant crab stuck in his hair and he could not take it out. I’d seen him before. Just then, when I turned around, someone grabbed my ponytail and forced me to inhale something. It felt as if it burnt my lungs.

I ran again, I ran away from him. I went and sat down on a couch beside the one where Mr. Crab Hair sat with his girlfriends. My eyes were cloudy. I dozed off.

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