Club V was situated on the outskirts of our little college town, but being one of the most happening places around, was a frequent haunt of ours. Every Friday, our group of 5 friends would endure the long drive to the secluded part of town for a night of drinks and dancing. There was just this one thing that bothered us...
Every time, at around 1 am, the club kicked out anyone under the age of 18. I had always been curious about what happened after that, with the people remaining behind those closed doors. No one I knew would talk about it. Either they were as lost in the dark as me, or they didn't wanna share. So that brings us to today. Today is my 18th birthday and being the eldest in my friend circle, it's now on me to uncover the secrets of Club V for all of us.
Naturally, we are spending my birthday night at the club. I have dressed for the occasion too. Tonight I'm wearing a skimpy spaghetti dress that barely covers my ass. The bralette-style lacy top is wrapped tightly around my 36Ds and the thin scrap of white glittery lace doesn't leave a lot to the imagination. I've let my hair down, literally and figuratively for tonight. All my friends are dressed similarly to the nines, it's a special occasion after all.
Once we get out of our car around 8, we get in line to wait for the club to open. It's a Friday night and expecting a good crowd, we decided to turn up early. There are still a few people ahead of us in line though. As we wait, we sneak in a few sips from the flasks of alcohol we brought, pre-boozing to get the party started already.
Meanwhile, let me introduce my friends to you. Joining me tonight are Tara, Lucy, Rebecca, Brian, and Lee. While Tara and I grew up together, we met the others here in college. We formed a bond pretty early on and have stuck close since then. Brian's the fun one of the group, he is the one that brought all the booze tonight, he knows how to party alright! Lucy and Rebecca are the sexy twins and after months together we still have difficulty telling them apart, at least when we are drunk. Lee is the quiet one, but he would surprise you when you least expect it. Tara is the bubbly one, the loudest, and most enthusiastic of the group, she is always on. And finally, there's me. You could say I'm the calm focused one in the group, I study hard and party harder.
As we stand and wait in line, Lucy and Rebecca seem drunk already, their hushed whispers and giggles brightening up our corner of the sidewalk. Brian joins them in their animated discussion and recounts something hilarious from one of their classes today. Lee stands in the middle, looking bored as he leans against the building wall with his eyes closed.
Tara and I stand together, her arms wrapped around me. We are both excited for tonight, she has been curious about Club V as long as me, and tonight we unravel its secrets. She is uncharacteristically quiet for now, but her wide grin betrays her eagerness. I can also feel her stiff nipples against my bare back, poking through the thin translucent shirt she is wearing... Hmm her boyfriend's gonna get super lucky tonight, the thought brings a smile to my face as I take another sip of vodka from the flask.
Finally, the club opens at about 9 and the line starts moving forward. When we are almost at the front, Brian hides the booze flask in his jacket pocket. The couple in front of us both get 2 green fluorescent glow-in-the-dark bands around their wrist as they enter the club. And then, it's our turn.
In every past outing here, all of us have been given the red fluorescent wristbands, but this time when the bouncer checks my ID, I get a yellow one. The others still get the usual red bands. I wonder what the yellow one means, I was hoping to get the green one as I assumed those were the ones that got to stay past 1 am. Oh well, guess we will have to wait and see.
As we enter the club, the dark blue neon lighting and loud music envelop us in familiar warmth. Our wristbands glow in the dark light of the room. The wide two-storied space opens out in front of us, with the huge sunken dance floor in the middle and seating nooks and sofas towards the edges. Two grand spiral staircases towards the other side of the room sandwich the DJ booth and lead toward the upper floor. The upper floor looked even better with curtained alcoves and sultry neon lighting but it was only for private parties and special guests and sadly we had never been allowed there.
As we move in, we head straight to the bar on the right. We have been here often enough to have formed our own rituals. First to the bar to get a few drinks and scope the crowd. Once the music starts getting louder and the drinks kick in, we move to the dance floor. Sometimes we all dance together, and at times we each go our separate way, looking for sexy strangers to dance with through the night. Tonight seems a night for the latter option.
A few drinks in and I'm already slightly buzzed. The crowd in the room has now increased. There are people already dancing, and the side alcoves and nooks are almost full too. I leave the others trying to talk about something over the loud music and head to the dance floor. Soon the throng of hot sweaty dancers engulfs me. My hips sway to the beats of the pop music as I move, the other bodies swaying against me. My eyes drift shut as I let my head fall back, the rush of music and electric energy washing over me in waves.
I feel a few touches on my body, hands patting my lace-covered ass, flicking down my back. In the rush of the crowd and darkness of the room, it's hard to figure out who does what, so I let the touches be, even enjoy them, as I raise my hand and dance to the beats. Soon a hard-muscled arm wraps around my waist from behind, and I open my eyes to see a gorgeous man with a slight smile on his face.
He looks to be in his early 30s with a fit body. His messy black hair falls on his face and his warm brown eyes are inquisitive. I'd noticed him before in the club but he had never approached me in the past and I'd assumed he'd find me too young. But today his eyes drift to my yellow wristband and then back to me.
He gives me a thorough look over from my glossy red lips, to down my glittering white lace dress and my bare legs encased in strappy red heels. When his eyes drift back to me, he seems to like what he sees. One raised eyebrow asks a silent question. This time I let my eyes wander down his black tee and tight blue jean-clad body.
He is taller than me and muscled in all the right places. He seems a perfect addition to my birthday celebration, so I nod, turn my back to him and press my ass against his crotch as I start to dance again. I swear I could hear his groan even over the loud music.
The handsome stranger soon has his left hand on my hips as his right is wrapped tightly around my waist. I wrap my arms back around his neck as I move against his body in time with the music, each beat making my hips sway. He isn't a bad dancer himself, he keeps up with my movements, his hips rolling easily behind me. Wrapped tightly as we are in the middle of the crowded dance floor, I feel each of his movements intimately.