Sara

The rest of the week went by in a flash due to how busy we always were. Closed on Sundays, I always tried to take full advantage of Saturday nights. It was my one night to hang out and let loose with two of my favorite people, Matt and Alexa.

“Matt, what are your plans tonight?” I was hoping he was game for hanging out, especially since I needed to stop reminiscing over my encounter with Mr. Gorgeous from almost a week ago.

“I’m free. Whatcha thinking?” he asked, cleaning up the remaining orders scattered on the counter.                                                                                                              

“I’d like to hit up that new nightclub, Throttle. Have you ever been there? I hear decent things, and now is as good a time as any to check it out. What do you say?” Please say yes, please say yes.

“Sounds all right to me. Is Alexa going? And what time do you want me to pick you up?” Initially, I’d thought Matt was interested in Alexa, but that idea was quickly squashed once I realized he might only like the romantic company of men.

“I already texted her and she’s in. But you don’t have to pick us up. We can just meet you there at nine o’clock. You know it’s gonna take us girls a while to get ready,” I teased. I felt bad because every time he swung by to pick us up, he always ended up waiting at least forty-five minutes for us to finish primping ourselves.

“I’m going to finish up with this last order and head on home. I’ll see you guys later tonight then!” he yelled over his shoulder as he headed toward the back of the store.

An hour later, I’d made my way outside and inhaled the fresh air. It smelled like rain but then again, it frequently smelled like that. This was Seattle, after all. But I wasn’t going to let some precipitation put a damper on what was surely going to be a great night out with friends.

It was almost six-thirty when I finally arrived home. Unlocking the front door, I breathed a sigh of relief when I entered my solace.

I really felt comfortable in the apartment I shared with Alexa, even though our space was a bit on the small side. But it was ours and it was homey. It took us a while to find the right décor; thankfully, we had the same taste. I wasn’t sure what the name was for our style. Was it contemporary or modern? Or maybe it was something different altogether.

Rich browns, creams and reds decorated our small living room. Only a few pieces of furniture adorned the space, the comfy leather recliner the object of many a bet as to who was going to enjoy it on any given night.

Our kitchen was also small but it had come with up-to-date appliances, a cost-saving benefit to the both of us. The kitchen island gave way to four stools which slid underneath. More savings.

For as small as the living room and kitchen were, we lucked out with the size of the bedrooms and the one bathroom we shared. The much larger spaces allowed us to fit all of our other furniture and belongings.

Like I said, we were very lucky to find the place. It wasn’t cheap, but it wasn’t as pricey as some of the other places we’d looked at. Splitting the bills right down the middle left us both with a little extra cash to splurge on whatever else we liked. One of those splurges was going to be the night’s fun at Throttle.

 “Hey, Sara!” Alexa shouted. “I didn’t even hear you come in. Can you come back here? I need your fashion opinion.” Alexa had more clothes than I think she knew what to do with, piles of outfits strewn all over her room. I honestly didn’t know how she ever found anything.

She was holding up a short, navy blue dress as I walked into her room. Other options were laid out on top of her bed, in case that one didn’t pan out.

“It’s nice, but isn’t it a bit short? Aren’t you worried you’ll be showing off your goodies?”

“If I’m lucky, yes!” she exclaimed, a big grin on her beautiful face. I knew Lex was not easy or slutty or anything like that. But you really couldn’t tell by the way she dressed sometimes. I personally wasn’t comfortable dressing like she did, something she was forever trying to change.

“If you like it, then I’m sure you’ll look great.” There was no use in defending my position because she was going to wear what she wanted. Sometimes I didn’t even know why she asked my opinion.

“What are you going to wear tonight? And please don’t say jeans and a T-shirt.” All right, so she knew me a little too well.

“Well…yeah. I don’t have anything else.” I really did need to go shopping for some new clothes. What I had was nice, but I didn’t have club clothes. But a piece here and there couldn’t really hurt, as long as it was to my taste, and length.

“Here, I have the perfect dress for you.” She went into that packed closet of hers and almost fell over something trying to reach to the left to pull an item out.

It was a beautiful, hunter-green dress, with a plunging neckline the main focus. The back of it was no more modest, a large opening scooping down to pretty much show off the top of my ass. As if that wasn’t enough, the length barely covered my lady parts.

 “You’re kidding, right? I would never wear that out in public. First of all, it’s way too short. I’m a good three inches taller than you, so it would be that much shorter on me. And second of all, I couldn’t possibly wear a bra because of how open the back is.”

“So then don’t wear a bra.”          

“Are you out of your mind? Do you know what I would look like with no bra?” I was too well endowed to never wear support. I wasn’t gargantuan, but I had too much to ever go without a bra, in public at least.

“You have a great rack, Sara. You don’t take enough advantage of your gifts.” She was already laughing because she knew I found it funny when she referred to my breasts as gifts. I shook my head and smiled.

“I’m not wearing that dress, so if you don’t have anything else, I’m going to find my jeans and T-shirt.” I turned on my heel and left her standing there with her mouth open.

“Wait, I think I have something else that’ll meet your approval.” I heard her rummaging around in her room again before she came barging into my space, quickly shoving something into my hands. It was a red sparkly tank-top accompanied by a white skirt. Another short item, although the skirt wasn’t as short as her other clothing.

“Why haven’t I ever seen you wear this before?” I asked as I pointed to the piece of clothing. “Is it new?”

“No, it’s just too long on me.” Figures. “Will you at least try it on? See how great you look?”

“All right, I’ll try it on only to shut you up,” I said, throwing her another smile over my shoulder.

“I’ll be right back,” she retorted. “I think I have the perfect shoes to go with it, should you grace me with your approval of wearing it.”

I checked the size before I did anything. Even though we were different heights, we sometimes fit into the same size pants and skirts. Not that I wore a lot of her clothes, for obvious reasons. The top was bigger than she usually bought so I was wondering if she didn’t buy this for me, secretly hoping to push me out of my more conservative wear. I wouldn’t put it past her. “Why did you buy the wrong size shirt?” I asked as she came back into my room.

“I grabbed it by accident and didn’t feel like taking it back to the store.” Uh-huh.

After I’d quickly thrown on the clothes, I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed everything out. Surprisingly, everything fit the way I’d want it to. The skirt hit me mid-thigh, a length I could definitely work with. The top, while tight to my chest, looked amazing.

“What do you think?” I asked as I twirled around in front of her.

“Holy fuck, girl! You look so hot! You have to know how good you look right now, Sara.” She was hopeful I would agree with her.

“To be honest, I think I do look nice, but I don’t know about this,” I said as I waved my hand back and forth over the top of the shirt, pointing to the obvious. “Don’t you think it looks a little sleazy?”

“Not at all. I think you look fantastic. Here’s the shoes.” She handed me a pair of nude wedges. Thankfully we wore the same size.  I had to admit with the shoes, I really did like the outfit. It accentuated all of my curves and made me look…sexy.

“You were right. I look good, although I’m still not a hundred percent sold on the shirt. But I’ll work with it. Thanks, Lex.”

“I knew you would come over to my side one day.”

“Just for tonight,” I chuckled.

It was already 7:15, which meant I only had a little over an hour to get ready. We had to allot at least twenty minutes to drive to the club.

I dried my long chestnut-colored hair as quickly as possible, running a big curling iron through it to smooth it out and give me some nice bouncy, loose curls. I wore minimal makeup, some sheer eyeshadow, a little eyeliner and mascara, some blush and a clear lip gloss. I thought the outfit was enough already; I didn’t want to add to the dramatics with an overdone face.

I was officially done with fifteen minutes to spare, so I sauntered into Alexa’s room to see how she was coming along. She was almost ready as well, putting the finishing touches on her own makeup. She really did look beautiful, even with the revealing clothing she chose. She had shoulder-length, dark blonde hair with sun-kissed highlights. It was her natural color, and almost everyone complimented her on it. Her pale blue eyes and olive complexion were a great contrast to her tresses. Alexa really was quite the looker, and I made sure to tell her as much.

“You look really beautiful tonight, Lex. You’re going to have to fight the men off for sure.”

“You look fantastic, too. We’re going to have a great time.” She laughed as she did a little dance. “Thankfully Matt will be there to get rid of anyone we don’t want bothering us.” Sometimes we had Matt act as a boyfriend, warding off guys who couldn’t take the hint.

One more quick glance in the mirror and we were off to enjoy our evening.