Belle contemplated between the black and hot pink bra. The theme of the night club was neon colours tonight. Everyone would be wearing white.
She held the bras up to her chest at the mirror, then raised an eyebrow, and moved the bras away to reveal her chest. Her medium sized tits looked ample on her petite frame. She smiled at the bold idea. She was not going to wear a bra.
Belle donned a white sleeveless turtleneck top and short red skirt. The white top seemed modest enough, except for her brown nipples being visible through the thin fabric. She styled her dark straight hair into loose curls and applied red lipstick on her lips.
She put her passport in her pocket. It was an annoyance to carry a passport around, but she hadn't gotten her driver's license yet, and entering the club required an ID.
Belle shook and squealed in excitement. She was 25, far too old to go to a night club, right? But she had been sheltered...incredibly sheltered by her family. Strict Asian parents, you know how it was.
She was tired of it.
She had finally moved out for her new job; and tonight, she was going to do whatever she wanted. She wanted to go to a night club. She wanted to get so drunk that she had to puke in the toilet. She wanted men to ogle her. She wanted to grind against someone on the dance floor, perhaps even make out with a stranger. She wanted to feel an erection through someone's jeans.
And she was determined to get what she wanted.
Belle took an uber and arrived at the night club. She texted her friend:
where are you?
and got a reply:
inside. Come to the bar.
Belle entered the club and immediately felt the change in
everything
. The blasting music created a vibration in her body. The temperature was noticeably warmer with the big crowd. People were moving their bodies to the dancing neon lights all around the club. She grinned and pushed through the crowd to find the bar.
She spotted her friend and hugged her from behind. "Vivian!"
Vivian hugged her back and eyed her up and down. Her white shirt glowed in the dark, and her round tits swayed sensually with her movements. Vivian shouted in her ear, "You look sexy as fuck! The guys are gonna eat you alive."
Belle gave her a smug look, and her friends always thought she was such a boring goodie-two-shoe.
"Ready to get naughty?" Vivian said in her ear loudly.
Belle nodded eagerly.
"Open your mouth."
Belle complied, and Vivian popped two candies in her mouth.
She chewed the candies. "Gummy bears?"
"Yep!" Vivian pulled her arm. "See those two guys over there? They have been staring at us this whole time. Let's go talk to them, come."
Belle held Vivian's hand nervously and followed. Suddenly, Vivian looked down at her phone and cursed. "Ah shit. My guy is here to give me weed. Okay, then you go talk to them and I'll be right back."
"M...me? By myself?" Belle looked uncomfortable. "I'll wait for you here!"
"C'mon." Vivian rolled her eyes and thrust the money in Belle's hand. "Okay, you go get the weed and I'll be with the guys."
"But..."
"No more buts! You wanted to do something crazy, right?" She winked. "Go around the club to the back alley, a guy is waiting there. Give him the money, he'll give you the weed. It's really easy."
Belle swallowed the lump in her throat and walked outside. The cool air made her shiver a little, and her nipples hardened into little peaks. She walked around the club to a dimly-lit back alley and saw a man waiting, just as Vivian had told her. She braced herself and walked towards him.
"H..here." She held the money up to him. The young man took it, then handed a bag of weed to her.
"What's going on here?"
"Shit!" The man bolted. Belle turned and saw a silhouette closing in on them. As soon as she saw the black police uniform, she panicked and started to run. She only made a few steps before she tripped over her pink heels and fell.
"Hands on your head, ma'am," the officer said, standing behind her.
