Darren

The Underground is packed tonight. Eminem's "Rap God" booms over the loudspeakers, and the dance floor is crowded with people moving to the music. Red, purple, and blue strobe lights illuminate the air, and girls dance provocatively in cages.

I'm scanning the bar for Matt. I came tonight just for him, and I really need to hook up with him. With so much stress from my final exams looming in the distance, I desperately need a physical release. And Matt is great in bed, with absolutely no strings attached. Just what I want tonight.

But there's no sign of Matt anywhere. I guess he hasn't shown up yet. I decide to sit at the bar and order a drink, hoping he'll get there soon.

"Blue Hawaiian, please," I tell the male bartender.

"Anything you want, hottie," he flirts with me. I want to roll my eyes at his forwardness. I'm used to men flirting with me; men have been chasing me for as long as I can remember. I guess I'm pretty, though it's hard to think of myself in those terms. But tonight I know I look really hot. My Alysia gold lamé dress by Guess perfectly accents my curves, and I even had my makeup done professionally by a makeup artist from Allure. My smoky, sultry eyes, and red lips are flawless tonight, and my long chestnut hair is coiffed in an elegant chain braid chignon. Still, I smile at the bartender and give him a tip. I need a night out so I was ready to go all out for it.

Dettagli