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  Copyright © 2014 by, Tara Cummings

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  … She pulled back, my muscles tensed from the anticipation of the hit. I was physically scared. I wanted to tell her not to do it. I wanted to run away, but I was bound to the bench in a room with nobody and completely at her mercy.

  SMACK!

  The hard wood paddle knocked me forward. Instantly a sharp pain ripped through my whole body. It hurt like hell. I clenched my eyes shut and grit my teeth as my bare ass flared red. I had never been spanked before, but there were something oddly naughty about it.

  Just as the pain started to recede she reached forward and pulled my thong down my legs. A slight flutter of pain attacked my sensitive skin as the strap of my panties passed over my smacked ass…

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  Not just my apartment felt deserted. The entire apartment complex, normally rampant with college students at this time, might as well have been a ghost town. Most of my fellow students went home for the holiday weekend, leaving just a handful of us that didn’t live close to home to keep an eye on things. I planned on relaxing and enjoying the peace and quiet while everyone was gone.

  I plopped down on the couch in my favorite comfy sweats and old t-shirt when I heard footsteps outside heading up the concrete stairs. I guessed it was my overly friendly neighbor, she hadn’t left like most of our other neighbors.

  I just wanted to be alone for a little while, eat my calorie loaded ice cream, and catch up on my guilty pleasure television with no roommates around. But I knew my neighbor, Becky, would want to see what I was up to. Probably beg me to go outside or, as terrible as it would be, ask me to do something other than curl up on the comfy couch.

  Earlier in the week, we ran into each other on the stairs. She was heading out, I was heading in after working a long shift at my part time job.

  “What are you doing Saturday night?” she asked in her typical perky tone.

  “Nothing really,” I said. “It’ll be the only night this vacation that I don’t have to work so I’ll probably just stay in.”

  I liked to go out with my girlfriends and hunt down guys—and girls—at the local college bars, just like any other girl my age. But if I had the apartment to myself, I wanted to enjoy the downtime.

  “I’m going to that new place. Restrictions. Have you heard of it?” I didn’t know Becky well, but I already knew her well enough to know that she hated being alone. She never walked to class by herself, not to mention the random guys I saw coming and going from her apartment. I imagined she was the opposite of me. I actually liked time alone to think and wind down.

  “I don’t know.” I muttered as I looked away. Too much of a wimp to cut to the chase and tell her I didn’t want to go.

  She was friendly, something I had nothing against, but she wasn’t really from my group. It may sound snotty, but I hung out mostly with my sorority sisters. We weren’t some snobby stuck up group or anything, but we were friends and I was used to going out with only them. I didn’t think I would know anyone other than Becky at ‘Restrictions’ or whatever it was called.

  “It’ll be fun. I’ll stop by Saturday night.” She said as she flicked a lock of her blonde hair out of her face.

  I spent the rest of Thanksgiving break hoping that she would forget about it. I even thought about turning off my lights and hiding in my apartment. Like someone ashamed that they didn’t have candy to hand out on Halloween.

  But the more I thought about it the more I realized that I was just acting silly, she wasn’t a stalker or anything like that and she was always nice. She just wanted to go out and dance. Big whoop right?

  I decided to brave it and leave my lights on. What’s the worst that could happen? She asks me to go and I just say no? Simple as that.

  I’ll admit, I did a little happy dance when I heard her walk by my apartment. I put my celebrations on hold as I listened for her door to open. I heard her fumbling for her keys in her purse.

  Then a pause.

  My ear felt cold from the cool air outside as I pressed it closer against the door, listening for more clues. I looked down at my wrinkled pajamas and my pint sized ice cream carton in my hand. A breathy sigh left my mouth when I came to the realization of how much of a loser I was. There I was paranoid that someone would actually ask me to do something. It was kind of funny.

  I shot back to attention when I heard her turn and walk back towards MY door. Two knocks later, I rolled my eyes and set down my ice cream. The game was up.

  “Hey,” she said with a smile as soon as I opened the door.

  “Hey,” I said with less enthusiasm, trying to go for the tired look.

  “Want to head out around ten?”

  “I don’t know.” I wished I could do a believable fake yawn. Why was I such a pushover? Why couldn’t I just say no?

  “Oh, c’mon. I know you’ll have fun.” She said with a bright smile.

  “I don’t know if I have anything to wear. What type of club is it?” I said as I searched for every pitiful attempt not to go.

  “I have the best dress for you. You have the perfect body for it. It’ll make the men there drool. I’ll be right back.” She said, turning around and heading to her apartment before I could object.

  I wasn’t too excited about borrowing one of her dresses. I was glad that none of my friends were around this weekend to see this. I imagined it wasn’t going to be pretty. I ran into Becky at one of the bars on Main Street once; she looked more like a hooker than a college student in a tight red dress that left very little to the imagination. I’m not going to lie, I like to dress up and look sexy when I go out on the town, but I like to do it with at least a little style and class.

  By the time I put the ice cream away in the freezer, Becky came back with a shiny grey dress. Totally not my style on so many levels. Even on the hanger it looked tiny, I didn’t know how I would ever fit in it.

  “Try it on.” She said, jutting the dress towards me.

  “Um, okay.” I tried to put on a smile and entertain her. I was too much of a people pleaser.

  She followed me to my bedroom. She’s cute and all, but I usually didn’t do anything with girls and I wanted to tell her that I needed privacy. If she had been one of my girlfriends, I would’ve had no problem getting naked in front of her. However, just stripping down to my bra and panties felt awkward. To her, it seemed like no big deal. She looked at me, wondering why I was taking so long.

  Her eyes lit up and I turned around to look at myself in the mirror. It was so wrong on me. It was a one shoulder dress, perfect if I wanted to go clubbing down on Jersey Shore or something ridiculous that I never did. Not so appropriate for a college town.

  She looked me up and down. “You’ll have to ditch the bra and wear a thong, but otherwise you look fucking hot.”

  “You think?”

  “Yeah, I have heels that match it. Are you about a size seven?”
r />   “Yeah, but you don’t think it’s too much? Or too little?” I corrected myself with a nervous chuckle.

  “No way, I’ll be right back.”

  She ran off in her enthusiastic speed walk. I tossed my bra to the floor and changed into a black thong. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gone out in public wearing so little.

  It looked better without the pink strap of my bra sticking out, but still so not my look. It was extremely tight, like skin tight. However, I did like the way it made my breasts look, one of the rare dresses that made my modest C-cup chest look like alluring curves. It wasn’t my style and I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t exactly say I looked bad in it.

  However, it was so short that if I bent over, the bottom would tease over the curve of my ass and the whole world would see everything that I had to offer. But something about it did make me feel sexy.

  I wondered what Stacy, the girl I use to fool around with, would say if she saw me in this. She always wanted me to dress sexier, she would’ve loved me in it.

  Becky returned to my bedroom with a whistle. “If I were a guy, I would do you.” She shot me a smirk as she sat on my bed with a bounce.

  I turned to her and smiled. Maybe I could have some fun after all.

  She helped me with my make-up, a little more than I normally wore and colors a little too trendy, but I was just going along for the ride at that point. I figured I would at least give her and her club a try.

  While I did my hair, she changed into an equally revealing and suggestive black dress. I wondered what my sorority sisters would say if they could see the two of us walking out of the apartment together.

  I had a feeling it would be something along the lines of “How much do you charge per hour?” We could be cruel, but we just liked to joke around.

  Becky drove us past the mostly empty college bars on Main Street. Where was she taking me? She was a nice girl and everything, but I really didn’t know her as well as I probably should have.

  Until she moved across the hall from me, I had never seen her before. Nor did I know any of the men that cycled through her apartment on an almost nightly basis. I knew or at least recognized almost everyone from around my apartments. I tried to tell myself I was just over thinking it.

  We turned off the main drive just before the highway, into an industrial area of warehouses and factories that I had never been through before. By the way she drove, she had been there many times before. She took turns quickly. A right, then a left, then I saw a full parking lot in front of an old brick warehouse. It was only about two or three stories tall but it seemed to tower over us.

  The only thing that said it was a club was the line by the door and a small sign that I saw in steel lettering- Restrictions.

  There were no cabs waiting to take people. Nor did I know the address if I wanted to call a cab to come pick me up. I was stuck there until Becky wanted to leave.

  I headed towards the back of the line, expecting to wait 30 minutes for our turn. Before I could walk two feet, Becky grabbed my arm and brought us straight to the front door.

  “Hey Tyler,” She said to the steroid fueled bouncer guarding the door.

  “Becky, how are you?” Then he looked at me and smiled. “Who’s your friend?”

  “I’m-”

  “None of your business,” Becky interrupted.

  “Play nice or I won’t let you in.” He said with a scowl.

  I thought he was serious, but Becky laughed like it was a joke. “Don’t make me call Johnny.”

  “Okay, okay,” he said then opened the door for us, easing the fake tension with a smile. We didn’t even have to pay a cover charge to get in.

  As soon as I walked in the deep bass of dance music pounded against my chest. Flashing lights of various colors bounced across the room and teased my eyes. The only thing that stood out from a typical club was the busty women behind the bar wearing a black lingerie corset.

  The club was filled with plenty of women in skimpy outfits, dancing to the loud music. I was happy to see the amount of good looking, presumably eligible, bachelors dancing alongside them. And of course, I could appreciate a beautiful woman if she passed my line of vision. It was the perfect club for a bi-girl like myself.

  I felt a little bit uncomfortable walking around in my skimpy dress. Men kept looking at me as they passed by. I could practically feel their eyes tracing over every curve of my exposed body. I felt like a piece of meat and they looked hungry. To say the least, I was intimidated by the attention I was receiving and I was glad to have Becky by my side.

  She didn’t just know the bouncer out front. She knew the bartender who made our drink extra strong, mostly rum and only a splash of cola. We walked around from table to table along the outside of the dance floor as she introduced me to the people there. I tried to remember as many names as I could, but they quickly started blurring together.

  As she talked to one of her friends, I scanned the dance floor. Mostly people watching, but also looking for someone that might catch my eye.

  When I looked back towards Becky to point out a woman running into the bathroom topless, she was gone. I spotted Becky and a guy halfway across the dance floor. She smiled and waved for me to come join her. I shot her a smile and waved my hand, telling her to continue without me. It was too crowded and I wanted to watch more than actually be a part of the chaos.

  I kept my eye on Becky’s blonde hair and black dress for a song or two, but by the time the next song started, she was lost in the crowd. I decided the best place to be was to stay right there so she could find me again. I had a good view of the dance floor and hoped that it wouldn’t be long before I saw her again. I wasn’t the most comfortable person in that kind of environment, especially when I was alone.

  I figured another drink like the first one and I might be up to wandering on the dance floor so I found my way back to the bar and took a seat, ordering another drink as I sat down.

  As soon as the bartender placed my drink down a woman leaned up against the bar next to me. I glanced at her as she smiled at me, forcing me to do a double take. Everything about her was alluring. From her perfectly styled short dirty blonde hair to her piercing baby blue eyes and ruby red lips.

  I took a big gulp of my drink and nervously tugged my short dress a millimeter farther to down my legs.

  Was she about to talk to me?

  “First time here?” she said with a smooth, soft voice that melted over my body like chocolate.

  Yep, she’s talking to me.

  “Yeah, you?” I didn’t know what else to say.

  “I’ve been here a few times.”

  “Lucy, do you want the regular?” The bartender came out of nowhere and asked my dream woman. She made sure to lean over the bar top and show off her impressive tits, but Lucy didn’t even peek.

  “Yeah and whatever she wants.” She pointed towards me and my heart lurched in my chest. Easily the hottest woman to ever buy me a drink.

  “Rum and coke.” I blurted out before realizing three strong drinks was probably a little too much for me to have. Oh well.

  “You got it.” The busty bartender said as she grabbed a bottle of rum.

  “You’ve been here a few times? She seemed to know your drink.” I said, trying desperately to make small talk.

  “Okay, maybe more than a few times.” Lucy said as she rolled her eyes and laughed.

  The bartender came back a minute or two later and Lucy wouldn’t even let me open my wallet and attempt to pay.

  “It’s on me,” she said as she pulled out a wad of cash tucked neatly in a money clip. I couldn’t help but admire her smooth skin and perfect nails as she handed the bartender a twenty.

  “Thanks.”

  “By the way, I’m Lucy.” She said with a beaming smile, a green light from the dance floor flashed across her face.

  “I figured that,” I said with a grin, nervously taking a small sip from my new drink.

  “And you are?”r />
  “Bridget.” I yelled over the loud bass as a new song started.

  “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” She made my cheeks blush. Her tone was smooth yet mixed with the perfect amount of energy. She was the quintessential confident sexy woman.

  “Thanks.”

  “I take it that you’re new to this sort of thing.” Or at least that’s what I think she said. The bass at that exact moment made it impossible for me to hear her clearly.

  “Um, yeah.” I muttered, unsure what else to say. “Well…new to here not...” I motioned to the both of us, trying to convey my attraction towards other girls. I looked like a nervous idiot. Lucy shot me a cheeky smile, ignoring my obvious lack of communication skills.

  “Would you like a tour?”

  “Sure.” I didn’t really need a tour of a night club, but she was hot and I would have gone anywhere with her.