The girls arrive bright and early, a few days later to start my birthday night.

“You can’t turn twenty-one and not start the day with mimosa’s!” Katie squeals as they roll me out of bed.

“Put some clothes on and let's go, I need coffee before I kill someone. Don’t say I don’t love you,” Amber grumbles.

“Don’t mind the she-beast, she’s only had one cup of coffee since we woke her up.” Avery places a sloppy kiss on Amber’s cheek before prancing out of the room.

“Does that bitch wake up in sparkles and sunshine?”

“No, it must be the red bull she brewed her coffee with this morning,” Amber answers with a straight face.

Katie pats me on the back and says, “It’s easier if you just go with it, trust me.”

Shaking my head in response, I pull on some pants before heading to the kitchen for coffee.

“Oh, no bitch! If I don’t get any, neither do you. Besides, we have reservations at our favorite breakfast place and massages before we get ready for our day out.” Amber pushes me toward the front door.

“Shouldn’t I tell Jimmy bye or something?”

“Bitch, please. That’s what cell phones are for. Get your cute ass out the door.”

Hanging my head, I follow the trio out the door to celebrate my birthday. One thing I know for sure, it will be a day to remember.

After breakfast we head to Katie’s to prepare for the day, yes I said day. Apparently, your twenty-first is an entire day of drunk debauchery according to Avery. The plan is to hit places during the day, and when I’m full of liquid courage, we will head to The Mission.

I remembered our planning session a few days ago. Girls day turned into ‘Let's get Emma laid’ day.

“I need tequila.” Avery gets off the couch and heads to the kitchen.

“It’s not even noon!” Katie hollers.

“We need to make a plan, this means I need tequila!”

“I’m afraid to ask, but a plan for what?” I can’t help but ask.

“A plan to seduce Jimmy!” She stares at me astounded. “Shots all around! We gotta get you loosened up.”

“What? I’m not getting drunk at noon on a Tuesday!”

“Yes, you are,” Amber and Katie say in unison.

It doesn’t take long before I give into Avery’s demands, everything is much easier for everyone when you do what she wants.

It’s not long for the filter between my brain and mouth to disappear, just how Avery wants me.

“Lightweight.” Amber laughs at me.

“Focus, bitch. We need answers.”

“I don’t have any!” I whine.

“Has Jimmy kissed you? Fingered you? Licked his lips while looking at you?” Avery shoots questions at me.

“Um… yes, no, and no. He did say my name while jacking off though.” My cheeks immediately heat with embarrassment, I can NOT believe I just said that.

“YES!” Avery yells, fists in the air. I vaguely hear Amber and Katie cheering in the background, it sounds like someone won the lottery in here.

“This is what you’re going to do: first, we’re going to get you dressed up all kinds of sexy, hair, make-up, the whole nines. Second, we’re going to get you tipsy, loosen those inhibitions. Third, we’re going to be at The Mission where he will have to watch other guys hit on you. He won’t be able to stand it.” An evil look comes across her face, it's kind of scary.

“Uhhh…”

“We got this, you’ll be getting laid on your birthday.” She looks so happy with herself that I don’t want to rain on her parade by disagreeing.

“You should send him a tittie pic!” Amber says, out of nowhere.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t have titties.”

“If you gots nipples, you gots titties.” Amber schools me.

“I’m not doing that, he wouldn’t want a picture of me. Look at me, I have no curves. I look like a little boy.”

“You just have to accentuate your assets. Come on, let me show you.” Amber pulls me up from the couch and down the hallway to her bedroom.

A loud bang on the door brings me back to the present.

“Are you done in there, or do we need to come in there with you?” Avery yells through the door.

“Shut up! Not everyone is born gorgeous, it takes some of us hours to look presentable.”

I hear her mumbling something as she walks away from the door, leaving me to my thoughts. I can’t believe I’ve let them talk me into this. I’m wearing a baby pink high neck dress that swirls around the tops of my thighs. I’m pretty sure you would be able to see my vagina if I bent over, this dress is so damn short. I do a twirl in front of the mirror, I hope there isn’t any wind tonight.

Some kind of high heeled strappy contraction is wrapped around my legs to my knees. My hair has been curled, and makeup has been done, I have to admit that I look pretty good.

“Hurry up, Hooker! We gotta pre-game!” Avery yells through the door.

I’m going to end up with alcohol poisoning.

Leaving the bathroom, I meet the girls in the living room. The Twins look like sex, there’s no other way to describe them, and Katie is looking damn amazing in her cocktail dress.

“So, what’s the plan? Get our drink on here, then head over to The Mission?” I’m sure they can see the hopefulness on my face.

“Oh, no. We have dinner, dancing, drinks, then The Mission. Take this shot and let's get going.”