4

My eyes darted to the dress she was holding, not even remembering when I’d bought it, since I’d never worn it before. It was a bust-cup dark red bodycon mini dress with an open back, so revealing that I would practically be walking outside naked. It left very little to the fucking imagination.

“I’m not wearing that,” I scoffed, raising my eyebrow.

“Shut up, its perfect!” she squealed. “We’re going clubbing. Not to the fucking church.”

I giggled in response, feeling my mood lighten.

“Fine, let me try it on,” I shrugged, and she grinned in approval.

I took the dress out of her hands, making my way to the bathroom, and changed into it. I stared at myself in the mirror, twirling around, as I took in my reflection, hardly able to recognize myself in such a sexy, beautiful dress.

It was making my self-confidence sky rocket. I hadn’t felt so good about myself in a long time. It emphasized my petite figure, my slim waist, my huge bum, my small, perky A-cup tits, my pear-shaped body.

Maybe going clubbing wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

I’d spent so long indoors, only going outside for shopping, or to buy a quick coffee…

Never for a night out.

I loved Isha to pieces, and I knew that she would make sure I had a fun night out tonight.

I dabbed at my face with make-up, and brushed out my hair, straightening it, before making my way back to the bedroom.

“Oh my God, Amber!” Isha exclaimed. “You look so sexy!”

I giggled in response. “Thanks, babe. You look amazing too.”

I slid into some black high-heels to complete the look. The dress was so short, that the snake tattoo on my leg was on display for the world to see…

And it made the look ten times hotter.

“Let’s go,” Isha giggled.

I nodded, grabbing hold of my identification and wallet, and we made our way out of my apartment, ready to call a taxi.

Wanting to forget about my insecurities, and enjoy the moment, even if it was just for tonight…

For my own damn sanity, if not, for Isha’s.

CHAPTER 3

AMBER

We arrived at the club, and the first thing we did was head straight to the bar.

“I’m so ready to get hammered,” said Isha, giggling.

I laughed in response.

The barman smiled at us, as we sat down on our stools.

“What will it be, ladies?” he grinned.

“Jack Daniels, please,” Isha smiled.

“Rum and coke please,” I added.

“Coming right up,” he replied, and got to mixing the drinks and passing them to us.

The music that was playing was a Flo Rida song called Turn Around. The bass on the song was loud, roaring in my ears, causing heat to pound through my body.

Shorty got it jumping around and I'm thrown

And we got a couple of rounds of Nuvo

Everybody looking around like uh-oh

Okay, what you say, let's play

Shake it with a little bit of Beyoncé

Turn around and give it to me shorty get paid

Do it for them girls they be jealous anyway

Isha started waving her arms in the air, as she drank her entire drink in one swallow, not stopping for a breath.

“WOOO!” she yelled.

I couldn’t lie, that the feeling was sensational. Because I never went out…

I allowed myself to enjoy the moment.

Getting lost in my surroundings, getting lost in the music.

And I began to allow my body to move to the beat.

“Come on Amber, let’s dance!” Isha screamed.

I giggled in response, knowing that I had to do this more often. I took her hand in mine, ready to walk away from the bar, and make our way to the dance floor.

But just as we turned on our heels, we heard a deep, gruff voice beckoning us.

“Not till you let me buy you girls a drink first,” came a voice from behind us.

We turned around, widening our eyes, as we saw a broad man standing behind us. He was bald. He had thick, bushy eyebrows, narrow, slanted green eyes, a big beard, and a big smile on his face. He looked a little full-on and intimidating.