Alkim and the girls get ready for the club

Alkim

Alkim was ready for his first real night on the town in a month.

He’d started and finished in the last fifteen minutes: a quick shower, shave, and outfit selection.

Never the most fashionable of guys, he stuck to the basics: a dark blue dress shirt with short sleeves that showed off his decent arms, black dress pants that showed off his more impressive lower body, and black dress shoes that provided little friction on the dance floor. His sole accessory was some fancy timepiece some relative gifted him ages ago, one he never wore when he wasn’t trying to get laid.

All in all, he felt it was perfect dancing attire, if only it wouldn’t cause him to sweat like a racehorse. Not that there was anything he could do about that; shorts were not the right look for this place.

He popped open a couple more buttons to give himself a deeper V-neck, and a bit more breathing room. Not enough to keep cool, but every bit helped.

Satisfied, he knocked on Vicky’s door to check on the girls.

“You ladies almost done yet?” Kate and Vicky had spent the last hour together doing each other’s makeup.

“Almost! We’ll be out in a second! Someone here has too much titty for half her tops.” Vicky yelled through the door, “Can you get some shots ready for when we come out.”

“On it.”

“Thanks! Now, hold still you-”

Alkim poured out four shots, then took one, and poured another.

He sat there on the couch for a bit, killing time on his phone until Mikaella’s door opened.

“Ready!”

She strutted before Alkim in a red tube top, black denim shorts, thigh-high suede boots, and classic ABG makeup: mascara, eyeliner, the works. Though she'd forgone the fake lashes, Alkim didn’t think she needed them anymore. He wasn’t sure if that was because she’d gotten better at doing them up herself, or if his cum had enhanced that particular feature as well. Boobs also seemed to be a bit fuller than he remembered, though that could just be the top.

Alkim approved. It was the kind of outfit Alyssa (his college friend-with-benefits), would wear to parties. The Pavlovian association between that style and raw, collegiate sex already had him at half-mast.

“Looking goooood.” He closed the distance between them and smacked her ass.

Mikaella let out a girlish giggle at the affectionate and possessive gesture and gave him a long, hard kiss on the mouth.

“Mwah! Thanks! I was pretty sure you’d like this outfit. I like yours too! It’s very handsome.” She ran her hands up the sleeve of his shirt, feeling out his muscles.

“It’s the watch, isn’t it? Do girls still like watches?”

“We do, we do, but I really like you in pants, and a button up. I’m so used to seeing you in basketball shorts and tank tops—not that you aren’t sexy like that! I mean, like, I don’t know if this makes any sense but, the pants make you look taller?”

“Really? Taller?”

“Yeah, like your legs look even longer, and you look more mature. I think you should wear it more often.”

“I wear this on nights out, but this city is almost always too hot for me to wear pants.”

“It’s pretty cool out tonight.”

“Not for me, not for East Coast people. I run hot. Vicky can tell you: I used to wear shorts in winter, real winter, when it snowed.”

“Shorts? In the snow?”

“Yep. A little cold in the morning was worth it, since the school was always too damn warm to compensate for the outside temps.”

She plainly did not see the logic, but Mikaella was a Los Angeles provincial. Even though the nearby mountains get a little snow almost every year, her family was not exactly in the tax bracket for winter sports. Alkim doubted she’d ever experienced freezing weather.

“Okay, Ready! Coming out now,” said Vicky. “Close your eyes!”

“Why?”

“Just do it,” said Kate.

“Alright.”

Alkim and Mikaella sat on the couch with their eyes closed while the girls got into position; their heels clip-clopping over the living room floor.

“Okay. Now you can look,” said Vicky.

“Whoa.” Mikaella and Alkim were both equally impressed.

Vicky was eminently fashionable in her red halter dress, with cut-outs for both her prominent cleavage and well-toned midriff. It was laced from the neck—just below a black choker—leaving her broad shoulders and defined collarbones bare. All her tattoos would be on display tonight, assuming she didn’t have any in hidden places that Alkim had not yet been granted access to. The dress only went a few inches past her bountiful ass, with a slit down her right thigh, with the benefit of displaying her strong thighs and long legs, made all the longer by her ankle-strap heels. Her makeup was bright, glittery, and made the shine of her eyes all the more brilliant.

Still, as hot as Vicky looked, Alkim knew that no amount of fashion excellence could overtop Kate’s bodacious body.

Gothic as always, Kate wore black leather zip-up boots, a high-waisted skirt with lace cutouts up each thigh, a red leather jacket, and the pièce de résistance: a corset top, currently overflowing with what looked like a dozen pounds of pale titty.

The corset laces were stretched more than half a foot across and looked as tense as the cables of the Golden Gate Bridge. Strained as they were, it was all they could do to hold the fabric together just enough to cover the inner edges of Kate’s areolas.

Her makeup was also quite striking: dark red lipstick, matched with blood red eyeshadow, creating an almost vampiric look.

Like if a vampire stored her victim’s blood in her tits…

Alkim’s gaze was irresistibly drawn to her heaving chest, not unlike how a compass needle can’t just decide to point East. His half-chub hardened fully, while the redirected blood sapped his capacity to act cool and aloof.

“What do you think?” Vicky grinned.

“Oh my god! I love that dress! And that corset is crazyyyy.” said Mikaella.

It took Alkim entirely too long to register the question. Mikaella elbowed him.

“Hm? Oh, it’s a good look.”

There was simply too much titty on display, and not enough blood left in his brain for Alkim to articulate any better praise. Plus, he knew his real thoughts were best left unsaid in front of the girls, as he considered grabbing that jar of milk from the fridge.

Vicky laughed, “Well, I’m glad someone appreciates all my hard work! Took me and Kate, like, half an hour to get the length of those laces just right so she could fit her tits into that corset.”

Kate sighed, “I wanted this outfit to be all lace, but we had to cannibalize the laces from my favorite boots. That’s why I’m going with the zipper ones tonight.”

“Uh huh.” Alkim nodded stupidly.

“Hey, my vagina’s up here,” said Kate.

Vicky tittered. “Okay, c’mon!” She grabbed Alkim’s hand and pulled him off the couch. “Your turn!”

“My turn for what?”

“Show us the outfit! Give us a twirl! Let us objectify that ass!”

Alkim grinned, “Alright, alright. Just try not to wet your panties too soon.”

He turned away from the group and spun around for them. He came to an abrupt stop and gave the group his best Zoolander impression.

“Niceeee. Looking sharp, bro,” said Vicky.

“You don’t think he could use more color?” asked Kate.

“Nah, it’s perfect. He looks really dashing in black and blue, it goes with his hair, and his shoes.”

“Yeah! He looks super handsome!” Mikaella added.

“Thanks.” Alkim beamed. There was no greater confidence booster than a compliment from Vicky.

Kate shrugged. “Hmm, if you say so. I don’t know straight guy fashion.”

Just then, Hannah appeared, dressed in sweats. but still hot. “Oh, where are you guys going?”

“Avalon!” Vicky beamed, “Do you want to come with? There’s probably still time to get you a ticket.”

Hannah tapped her chin, considering, then shook her head.

“Nah, I had a late night yesterday. Think I might go to bed soonish.”

Whew, bullet dodged.

“Bummer! But that’s okay, we can all do something together next weekend.”

Alkim gave his watch a good long look and gasped theatrically, “Oh, good heavens! Would you look at the time?”

“Why? What’s the time?” asked Mikaella.

“It’s pregaming tiiiiiiime!”

“Yes! Shots! Shots! Shots!” Vicky cheered.

Which got them all chanting, “Shots! Shots! Shots!” until everyone had grabbed theirs.

“Are you at least down to pregame?” Vicky asked Hannah.

“Sure, why not.”

Alkim nodded and poured out another glass for Hannah, and they all began clinking glasses together.

“Geonbae!” Vicky toasted in Korean.

“Gān bēi!” said Kate and Alkim in Chinese.

Mikaella just let out a “Woooo!”

Hannah just raised her glass.

They all downed their shots, and not two seconds passed before Vicky held up her empty glass and asked, “Again?”

Grinning, Alkim poured everyone a second round, which they immediately pounded.

“Wait, do I have to be twenty-one for this club, or do I just get a wristband that says I can’t drink?” asked Mikaella.

Shit.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, I forgot to check,” said Kate. She checked their website and grimaced at the result, “Yeaaaaah, it’s twenty-one plus.”

“Nooooo!” Mikaella whined.

Hannah snickered for a moment, but stopped before Mikaella could glare at her.

“You don’t have a fake?” asked Alkim.

“Noooo! I don’t even know where to get one!”

Fuck, that’s right. She never went to college, so where was she gonna get a guy for that?

Alkim couldn’t be sure how much of the redness in her cheeks was due to her emotional state and how much was from the **** flush reaction, or “Asian glow.” Either way, she was not happy.

“What if she just used someone else’s ID?” suggested Kate, “American bouncers can never tell Asian girls apart, even when they don’t look that similar.”

That was true enough, but they didn’t have a spare ID to use, nor did they have time to ask a friend from outside the house. Plus, that trick could only work with girls of similar builds and hair colors. Vicky was too busty, and way too tall; Kate was too tall, and way too busty; Hannah was too tall, too busty, and a blonde-haired, blue-eyed white girl.

Everyone seemed to realize how ridiculous the idea was the second they heard it. Mikaella’s thousand-yard stare shifted to Kate, and she didn’t push the idea any further.

“Fuck! I already did my makeup and everything!” Mikaella looked close to tears.

“Oh noooo!” Vicky hugged the upset nineteen-year-old. “I’m really sorry, Mikaella! I don’t know how else to get you in, but I promise we’ll help you get a fake for the next time we go out.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah,” Alkim nodded, “I know a guy from college who has a connection at the DMV: makes completely foolproof fakes. If I send him your picture tomorrow, he should probably be able to make you one within a week.”

“Really?” She perked up a bit.

“Yeah, no trouble. You’ll just have to memorize a fake birthday, and an address in Oakland, that’s all.”

“Thanks, Alkim!” She hugged him tightly.

“You’re welcome,” he said, then leaned in to whisper in her ear, “why don't you take some pictures in that outfit, for the fans, and maybe we can record something when I get back, yeah?”

“Deal! I’ll leave my room unlocked.” She whispered back, then let him go with a giggle. The promise of a late-night blowjob had placated her completely.

Whew, another bullet dodged. Glad we don’t have to cancel to stay back with her. Almost ruined our whole night there.

“Did you guys already buy the tickets?” asked Hannah.

“Yeah. Do you wanna come?” asked Vicky.

Fuck.

“Well, if it’s going to go to waste otherwise… sure, why not? I’ll buy Mikaella’s ticket. Just give me a few minutes to change and do my makeup.”

Alkim groaned internally. There was no telling how much longer this would delay them.

In his experience, when women said “give me a few minutes to get ready for a night out” that meant thirty minutes, minimum, and usually twice that.

To his surprise, Hannah was ready in less than ten.

Huh. Maybe that Karaoke job taught her to be efficient?

She rejoined their pregaming circle dressed in a blue sequined bodycon dress that didn’t show a ton of skin like the others but hugged her ample curves tightly. The sequins were excellently sewn together, like iridescent fish scales, guaranteed to catch both light and attention on the dance floor.

Vicky let out a wolf-whistle.

“Dammmnnnn gurl, I loooove that dress.”

“What, this old thing?” Hannah tossed her blonde hair back over her shoulder, “I’ve been looking for an excuse to wear it, might as well be tonight.”

Mikaella tapped her chin critically, “Hmmm, do you think it still fits?”

“If we’re all ready then I’ll call an Uber,” said Kate.

“So, anyone else down for bootlegging?” asked Alkim.

“The hell does that mean?” asked Hannah. “Sounds like gross frat boy slang.”

“Okay, first: I've never been in a fraternity. Second: it’s just Prohibition Era slang for sneaking in our own ****.”

“Oh.”

“Ooooh! Yes! I have just the thing! Hang on!”

Vicky went into her room and quickly returned with several collapsible water bottles: basically, plastic bags with screw caps.

“Oh shit, forgot I bought you those!” Alkim had given them to Vicky for their second night out together, when they snuck their own drinks into a concert. “Great idea! But how should we hide them? They check purses, and pat down all the men's pockets.”

Vicky raised an eyebrow and nodded towards Kate.

Alkim laughed. “Perfect! The one place they’ll never check…”

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