Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Music blares and lights flash as bodies collide in rhythm to the beat. The air inside this crowded nightclub is filled with smoke and alcohol. This club, Nirvana, has become the trendy hotspot for all fashionable socialites in the city. The atmosphere here is like nothing else you'll ever experience. It's dark, raw and sexy. A place where everyone looks good, dances better and knows how to party. It's like being transported into another world where anything goes.
Within this crowd of gorgeous people oozing confidence, dancing without a care in the world is me. I stand out like a sore thumb amongst the other girls. They dance freely, letting go of their inhibitions while moving sensually. I, however, am completely stiffened by embarrassment. Sure I look the part, my dress, hair and makeup all compliment one another perfectly. But it was obvious to anyone that this was my first time here and that I was not a party girl to begin with. I couldn't keep up with the rest of them as they danced to the music with ease. My hands stayed at my sides, always adjusting my skirt when it rode up too high. While others were enjoying themselves, I fidgeted desperately trying to avoid flashing anyone an accidental glimpse down between my thighs. The thought that I might be expose myself to someone made me blush uncontrollably. I regretted letting someone else choose my clothes. What had I been thinking? Why did I let them drag me to this place dressed like this?!
My two best girlfriends, Sara & Tanya, decided I needed some fun after an intense month submitting and presenting my thesis. I had always been a shy person who preferred reading over partying, having never set foot on a dance floor much less a nightclub like Nirvana. But I was always curious what it would be like to go to a nightclub and dance like everyone else, see what I had been missing my whole college life. They said that they'd pick the dress, make up and everything else I needed to jump into the "deep end". I didn't realize what it meant until the hour just before coming to Nirvana. I had just gotten off of work and went to Tanya's house to see what kind of dress they'd picked out for me. It was the sluttiest outfit they could find—a tiny white dress with a hem that barely reaches my thighs. They then forbade me from wearing a bra or panties under it. Needless to say, I didn't want to go but I reluctantly agreed to. After all, they spent all this money and effort, there was no way I was going to disappoint them by having cold feet.
In less than 30 minutes after we arrived Tanya found a partner and I saw them both making out in a booth. Sara went into one of those private rooms with a pair of guys she met earlier. And so here I am now, dancing on the floor at Nirvana by myself. At least I've managed to shake off most of the nervousness. I can actually enjoy myself despite feeling very uncomfortable in this revealing dress. Until I realize the guy dancing near me was staring intently at every movement I do. He grinned when our eyes meet, I just smiled back awkwardly with my face becoming redder with each passing second. I think he took my smile as encouragement because he moved closer towards me. We were face to face and less than an arm's length apart. His eyes lowered from my blushing face and lingered on