Please note: (18+) This story includes adult content that may not be suitable for younger readers.》


The lights are playing with my eyes. The music is a low thrum in my ears as I move to the beat. Sweat has gathered at my neck and trickles between my breast, but I couldn't care less as I'm having the time of my life with my two best friends dancing in the middle of what feels like a million people.

I'm laughing and enjoying myself when a hand grips my arm and I'm pulled behind Tara. Remy is on a mission to keep us all together and I have no idea why. A glass is shoved into my hand I down it like the candy it is right now, not thinking about the hell I'm going to feel tomorrow.

"Where are we going?" I ask, grimacing from whatever alcohol is now burning my throat as she takes our hands and pulls us towards the dark double doors.

"You'll see!" is all she says and soon we're back in the red and purple room. "It's a surprise!"

"Is it my birthday and I forgot?" I ask, laughing.

"You'll think it is!" Remy announces and when I comprehend where she's pulling us along I try to dig in my heels.

"Nope! No way! Remy, you can't be serious!" I cry, trying to stop her, but Tara quickly joins in the tug of war and before I know it I'm through the door as some country song blares to life.

"Oh, I'm serious! You need to loosen up and have some fun!" Remy laughs.

"I was having fun!" I retort, my eyes big as saucers as I peer around the black light lit room to see crowds of women sitting around tables and some even crowding a stage where a guy with a yellow thong is dancing with nothing else but a cowboy hat and boots. My jaw unhinges at the size of his... penis? "That... can't be real," I say, my eyes rivited on the yellow fringe swaying along the length with every step the guy takes.

Tara chortles and twines her arm through mine and pulls me towards the bar where Remy has already taken off. I almost trip over my own feet as the latest shot adds to the nice buzz I have. I feel my stomch almost turn when I see Remy talking to another guy in the same getup and I almost bolt, but Tara tightens her grip and steers us to an open table near the rear of the stage.

"Are you in on this?" I ask her as I plop down in the metal chair, my face averted from the oiled up hard body currently gyrating on the stage floor. My face is on fire and I'm sure I probably match Tara's fire engine red tank top with how embarrassed I feel even being in this room.

Tara shrugs a shoulder, her eyes on the guy currently kneeling down to take tips betweenhis teeth. "I knew she had something, but what I really don't know."

I glance over to Remy, see her hands going, and try to focus, but I can't make out what she's saying to the guy. She finally walks away, a huge smile on her face and I know... I just know I'm not going to like whatever she...