Get ready

That is when it finally hit me. I was a hot young woman! I could use my looks to get free stuff just like my sister! My empty bank account didn't matter anymore. There were countless guys out there who would buy me whatever I wanted just to spend time with me. If I went to The Pit, I could even party and get wasted without spending a cent. All I had to do was dress up like my sister does when she went clubbing with her friends. I had no doubt my sister had plenty of revealing outfits that I could borrow too.

I went into my sister's room and began searching through her clothes for something good to wear. The first thing I decided on was some black lacy lingerie. The color looked great on my pale skin and it was a perfect fit. I guess it made some sort of sense that I was the same size as my sister. It was a little weird to wear her underwear, but I didn't have any other options. Next, I chose a blue dress that came down to about mid-thigh. It took me a few tries to get it on just right since I had never worn a dress before, but when I did, it looked amazing on me. My sister had tons of shoes. Half of her closet was full of them in fact. There was no way I was going to try my luck with heels. I settled on a black pair of sandals that didn't have big heels and still looked appropriate. The last thing I had to do was fix my hair. It looked pretty wild after I had been rolling around in my bed. I didn't know the first thing about how to style long hair. I had always kept mine cut rather short. I ran my sister's brush through a few times to make it look somewhat respectable. With that, I finished up and inspected myself in the mirror.

I looked like a smoking hot college chick that was ready to party. I knew that if I saw a girl that looked like me, I would have definitely tried to get with her. I gathered my things to go and stored them in an old purse from my sister's room. Getting into my car, I headed towards The Pit. The plan was to have a good time while using my body to get free drinks. Men would be tripping over themselves to buy me whatever I wanted. After tonight, I would know just how easily women could use men for selfish gain. All of my suspicions about how easy they had it in life would be confirmed.

The same man I had seen earlier that night was taking admission at the front doors to the club. I had all the confidence in the world that getting free drinks would not be a problem, but getting in might be. My student ID was in my wallet, however there was no way anyone would believe the man in the picture was me. I had **** but to try. I walked right up to the doors and tried to exude confidence.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello. Enjoy your evening."

And just like that, I was in. He had opened the door for me without bothering to ask for an ID. I did look like a college girl, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it was just policy to let in attractive girls regardless of if they were in school or not. It made me smile knowing that I had already been shown special treatment and I didn't even have to try.

"This is going to be even easier than I thought."

Inside the club was dark and loud. Along the walls there were booths and tables. This seating area was separated from the dance floor by railing and a few steps. You had to walk down to get to the dance floor. It had the look of being sunken into the ground, hence the name of the club -- The Pit. The dance floor was large and could hold hundreds of dancers at a time. At the back of it was where the DJ was set up. Just above the DJ at the back of the seating area was the bar. It was a large club and had a unique design, which is what I thought made it the most popular one in town.

Now that I was there, I wasn't entirely sure how to start. I decided to take a seat at the bar for the time being. On my way there I passed many groups of people sitting at booths and tables. The eyes of the men were roaming up and down my body. Some even turned to watch me as I walked by. I took my seat and turned to face the dance floor. I caught a few of the guys still checking me out as I surveyed the area. I knew I wouldn't have to wait long for someone to approach me. It was a new feeling being desired that much. I had never gotten that much attention just for walking by before. I noticed that a small tingle fluttered through my pussy as I thought about it. Did that turn me on? I guess it wasn't all that strange. Being wanted could be a turn on no matter what gender you were.

A couple stools down from me at the bar were two girls about my age. One was a tall girl with long red hair wearing a tight fitting white tank top, a short black skirt, and long leather boots. She was pulling on her friend's hand trying to get her on the dance floor. "Come on Carrie, just one dance! Please?" she begged.

The tall girl's friend, who apparently was named Carrie, shook her head. "I really don't want to tonight. I'll just be hanging out here. Go ahead and dance without me. Really, it's fine."

"You're no fun," the tall girl said with a pout. "Just a few more dances and we can go, ok? Be back in a bit."

With that the red head left Carrie behind and joined the throng of dancers in the pit. Carrie turned back to the bar and took a sip from her drink. She was a small girl, probably just a couple inches over five feet and very petite. She had a cute brown leather jacket on over a modest purple dress and wore boots similar to the ones her friend had. The dress fit her well and showed off impressive breasts for a girl her size. She had dark brown wavy hair that was cut off at her shoulders.

Hearing her refusal to dance with her friend reminded me of myself. I never really enjoyed dancing. The only way I managed to make it on the dance floor at all was with the help of ****. I knew I was going to have to dance with some men if my plan was going to succeed, but I wasn't thrilled by the idea. Thinking about it, I realized I wasn't sure if I knew how to dance like a woman. I decided to use my time alone to study the moves of the sexy girls moving on the dance floor.

A popular hip hop song was blaring through the speakers. I noticed there was a wide variety of dancing going on. Some simply put their hands in the air and lightly bounced back and forth to the beat. Others seemed to wildly flail their bodies with no real discernable pattern. I focused on the ladies with male partners. Most just let their men hold on to them and guide their movements. The man led and the woman followed his movements. Others had their asses pressed against their man's crotch while they twerked. The common factor was lots of body contact. I figured if I simply got close and let them feel my body, it would be fine. I was relieved realizing I wasn't going to have to do anything complicated. Part of me must have expected to see some pros break dancing out there. Stupid.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a guy approach Carrie at the bar. He sat down next to her and asked her if he could buy her another drink.

"No thanks, I think I am done for the night," she told him.

"Come on, one more won't hurt ya," he said.

"I've already had enough, but thanks for the offer."

"Look, I've been waiting to talk to you all night. The least you could do is spend some time with me," he said. He was starting to look irritated.

"Not tonight, I'm sorry."

"Stuck up bitch," he muttered as he stormed off. I almost agreed with him. Who turns down a free drink? Isn't that one of the main reasons women hang out by the bar? I've been the guy in this situation many times, so I definitely felt bad for the guy. But I didn't really get the impression that Carrie was a bitch like he said. She had no words of anger for him as he left. Instead she simply turned to her empty drink and sighed. Maybe she was just having a bad day. Seeing her looking depressed made me want to cheer her up for some reason.

"That guy was a douche," I said to her. I decided to go ahead and introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Sam."

She turned to me and gave me a weak smile. "I'm Carrie. Yeah, he was."

"I bet he would have been a lot nicer if you accepted his drink," I said, hinting at the obvious.

She laughed. "Oh, I'm sure. But I rarely let anyone buy me a drink. College guys always seem to expect me to sleep with them if I do. If I don't put out, I'm a tease. But if I refuse the drink altogether, as you saw, I'm a bitch. It really is a no win situation."

"I see." I had never thought of it like that, but she had a point I guess. "So if you aren't here to dance and you don't want to drink, why come at all?"

"My best friend loves to dance and she always tries to drag me along. Tonight I just couldn't find a good excuse," she said with a little shrug of her shoulders. "I do dance sometimes, I am just not up for it right now."

"Oh ok. I have a couple of friends like that myself. They always do what they want even when I say no." Her story wasn't crazy at all. Maybe I was wrong to assume all the women at the club were looking to take advantage of their bodies in some way.

"But what can you do? Can't live without friends," she said.

"I guess so," I said. "Well Carrie, I hope the rest of your night is enjoyable."

"Thanks Sam, yours too."

I turned back to watch the dance floor again. I was thinking about maybe heading out there to find a guy instead of waiting for one to come to me. I wasn't sure if that was the best move however. Before I could contemplate it further, a skinny blonde guy walked up to my side at the bar.

"What's a good looking girl like you doing all alone?" he said.

"Oh you know, out looking to have a good time," I told him. My first bite. He must have seen me enter by myself earlier. I smiled at him and tried to look inviting. He wasn't ugly and he was dressed well. All of my previous thoughts vanished as I began to put my original plan into action.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked.