Alchemy

Samantha leads the way towards the bar. "Oh we're gonna have so much fun tonight! I haven't had a good girl's night out in a while. You know, you're really doing far better than I thought you would. I mean, most girls couldn't master high heels in a week and here you are in less than a day and you're strutting like a fox."

And as if by cue, you have your first big stumble. Your legs go out in different directions and your balance is completely thrown off. You instinctively reach out and grab hold of Sam in order to keep from falling to the floor. Luckily, she manages to help steady the both of you and the two of you burst into laughter at the synchronicity of the event. You stand back up and after gaining your composure, you look down at yourself. Suddenly you feel so out of place. The black dress and that prominently displayed cleavage upon your chest look unfamiliar and awkward to your eyes. You can feel the tight panties riding up and making you very conscious of your ass. Your long straight hair dangles in front of you and you begin to wonder what it is you're doing here. Who have you become? Your breath coming in short gasps as the stress builds. What are you doing?

Sam intuitively reaches out and slowly lifts your chin to look you in the eyes, "It's okay, I won't tell anyone." You must have started crying because you can feel wet tears rolling down your cheek. She throws a little wink at you as she lends you her arm to help with balance. "I'll watch out for you. Before you know it you'll have forgotten all about this." You worry how you'll actually get through the night but Samantha's words are comforting for the time being.

"Now, when we get there, don't worry about the drinks, I'll take care of them. And don't disappear on me. It gets pretty packed and doc would kill me if I lost you on your first night out."

You affirm that you have no intention of going anywhere without her, besides, you're still not completely sure you know what you're doing anyway.

The two of you turn a corner and arrive at the bar. It's a separate building among the laboratory complex with two different entrances. One with a large sign displaying the name "Alchemy" overhead, clearly for the general public and the second, which you use, located on the side of the building for "guests" of the lab. The two of you are greeted by a well built man in a dark suit. You suspect he's a bouncer for the place in order to keep the public from wandering around the grounds. Upon entering you are first assailed by the odors of expensive perfumes, ****, and sweat. It combines to create a stimulating aroma that lingers in the air. There are two black granite bars each on opposing walls framed by illuminated shelves holding countless bottles of liquor. One bar tended by a blonde bombshell in a skimpy white top, the other manned by a well chiseled hunk with a slight beard in a tight black button down shirt.

Alluring waitresses wearing short skirts and figure-hugging shirts abound through the sets of lush leather chairs in various places around the room delivering cocktails and flirtatious smiles to the beautiful customers. The place overflows with energy and excitement as the rhythmic bass of the electronic music reverberates in your core. Your eyes devour the attractive glances of both men and women as they watch your form meander through the nightclub. Samantha was right, you're garnering quite a few looks.

Sam thrusts a drink into your hand, "Cheers {Femfirst}! To the man that got more pussy than he could handle. And to the woman that gets to enjoy that pussy. To a new you and all that you desire!" She raises her drink and toasts you. You instinctively clink your glass to hers and swig the alcoholic libation, noting the uniquely bittersweet flavor. Sam gulps hers down and adds, "It's a Freudian slip" with a wink, she takes your empty glass and turns to saunter back over to the bar.

You are left standing there staring at her back as she disappears into the crowd. Sam's words repeating in your head. Perhaps getting a little tipsy might help your current mind set. Your body still feels new and awkward but you try to let those thoughts go as you look around enjoying the sites of the busy nightclub. A loud noise jars you back to consciousness as you turn to see a man on a stage along one wall. He looks to be setting up various guitars and amplifiers. Apparently there will be a show tonight. Shortly, Samantha returns next to you shoving yet another drink into your hand. "Drink up!" she says as she smiles at you.