Hopefully she likes the gift.

The following weekend you get a call from Gemma. Curiously, she doesn't mention the fact that you defiled her panties, remaining mysteriously silent about the topic. Maybe she didn't like what you did - and given she hadn't contacted you in close to a week, you think it best not to mention it. She wants to go out clubbing in the city - something that you've not done in many, many years - but you can't pass up the opportunity to spend some time with her. You offer to drive the two of you there, but she refuses the gesture and tells you she'll meet you there. She gives you directions to a club and asks you to meet her at about 10:00 pm.

You tell Rebecca you're off to play poker with some buddies, and set off on the drive to the city, about an hour away from your hometown. You park in a multi-story garage and walk to the club, following the directions on your phone. When you arrive, there's a line at the club - and you send Gemma a text letting you know you're waiting. She replies, saying she'll meet you at the bar, and you stand in line for a solid 40 minutes until you finally reach the front door. The bouncer looks you up and down and seeing an absence of girls with you, refuses you entry. You try and explain that your friend is already inside, to no avail, until a $100 note slipped into his pocket finally convinces him to let you in. You make your way to the bar where you see Gemma with a cocktail of some sort.

"Heeey!" she squeals, although you can barely hear her over the music. She gives you a hug and pulls herself up to kiss you on the lips, sliding her tongue into your mouth. As she pulls away, you notice there's another girl with her - a cute blonde with pale skin - and you recognize her from the photo she sent you the previous week.

"This is my friend Alex," she says, introducing the two of you. Alex looks you up and down with a discerning eye.

"Is this the guy?" she asks Gemma with a raised eyebrow, who smiles and nods in acknowledgement.