Emily Bailey, on an early summer Saturday evening, was walking towards the entrance of the nightclub called The Zeal. The 20 year old brushed away her dark brown, shoulder length hair, checking one of her silver earrings.
Her green eyes looked down her slim body. It wasn't often that she got to wear her little black dress. She always liked how it looked on her - sleeveless, with a silver crystal brooch in the middle of the chest, its skirt just covering high thighs. The loose straps showed a lot of cleavage, occasionally even revealing that her firm B cup breasts were held in place by a black push-up bra. The dress also usually made her show a lot of leg. This evening though, she coupled the dress with a brand new pair of opaque black stockings that hugged her trim legs up to about a third of her thighs. This only kept a few inches of her thighs uncovered, just beneath the short skirt. The light tone of her skin made this slice of naked thigh shine in sharp contrast to its dark surroundings, attracting many pairs of male and female eyes. Her legs ended in a pair of black low cut boots. The tantalizing look of her attire wasn't diminished by their low wide heels, which made the shoes comfortable to walk in. Well prepared for the lower late night temperatures, she was also wearing a short black coat.
Everyone around her could see all of this stylish and very seductive apparel. It would be natural to assume that one particular garment was still hidden from their view. But only Emily knew. A slight breeze from down under kept reminding her that the visible items were indeed everything she was wearing tonight.
She told her password to the doorman. He looked at her with a curious look for a second, looking her up and down. Then he just shrugged, reached into an inner pocket, gave her a sealed letter and let her through.
Emily took the letter marked "Blue Daisy" with Sam's seal and thought to herself, 'It's going to happen tonight, I'm going to turn my life around. I can feel it. I'm ready for anything.'
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A day earlier, Friday evening, Samantha Norwood was sitting in a movie theater, snuggled up to her boyfriend. He was playing with her dark blond, mid-back length hair, when she noticed her cellphone vibrating. It was a message from Liz, one of her many friends from school.
Guess who just caught his grl cheatng? Stephen fking moris! He quit her! Told him 2 expect ur txt. Best get him while hes hot right :)?
Samantha smiled, thinking of all the possibilities. The 19 year old never had a problem finding a boyfriend. With an outgoing personality, pretty face, slightly rounded features and full c-cup breasts, Samantha was very popular among the boys. But she also saw herself as sort of a cupid. She had the gift of finding that special someone for a lot of people around her. Especially this time of year, the raising temperatures and waking nature made young people go crazy with hormones, desperately seeking release. This time, she was going to save her classmate and friend Emily Bailey.
Emily was a bit of a loner. Looking a lot like a young Jennifer Connelly, despite her good looks, she only had one short lived relationship with a boy and was getting frustrated with finding the right ones. So the last time they talked about boys, Samantha told Emily about her little operation. She told her how she'd arrange anonymous meetings between two people she thought would fit together. The two would then have some sort of intimate contact. Sometimes the people would leave even without finding out who they were with.
If both people enjoyed the meeting, they'd continue dating. If not, they would go on as if nothing happened. She only arranged the meetings when she knew both parties well and always in a public place, so that any of them could quit anytime they wanted. She called these meetings "special dates".
Now she was sure she found the perfect guy for Em. Stephen Moris, 20 years old, cute, athletic build. A member of the football club and generally just a fun guy to be around. If Samantha didn't already have a boyfriend she might be tempted herself. She immediately texted him.
Know about special dates? Theres this really cute grl thats up for a little adventure with u. Is tomorrow evening k?
'Send to Steph. Now let's hope he's game,' she thought.
Not 10 minutes later, Samantha got the reply.
OK, Ill do it! Tomorrows ok. But I hope its not some psycho!
Samantha knew Stephen wouldn't pass up this chance. Now she only has to see if Emily is interested.
Found the perfect lover for u. Great looks. Intelligent. Funny. U guys wud be a perfect match! Wanna special date tomorrow?
Emily might take a bit more convincing. When Samantha told her about the dates, she seemed excited, but she wasn't really the adventurous type. Indeed Emily took almost half an hour to reply.
Hmm. I really don't think this is for me! So, no, thanks.
Samantha expected Emily to decline, but she also knew the girl was desperate enough to only need a bit more encouragement. She still had an ace up her sleeve.
Too bad. However, if u agree, id make it so youll be getting very lucky ;)
Meaning that if Emily agreed, Samantha would arrange the meeting so that Em would be on the recieving end of pleasure. Sam knew Emily's hormones wouldn't let her pass up the chance so easily. This time, the reply took less than a minute. Samantha grinned as she read it.
I'm in! OMG, can't believe im really doing this!
'Got them!' Samantha kept smiling as she wrote Emily back.
