You're the most popular person in the club

Bianca opens the cab door for you as if she’s welcoming you to the red carpet. You step out into the warm Italian night and you’re standing right in front of a line of beautiful women waiting to get into the club. The quiet line comes alive with chatter at the sight of you.

“Wow, Sam,” Jane says, giving your butt a squeeze as she steps out of the cab after you. “They’re treating you like a celebrity.”

One of the women calls something out to you in Italian. You don’t understand it, but the rest of the women in line laugh. You look at Bianca for clarification. She just cocks an eyebrow and gives your cheek a soft pinch. “You don’t want to know,” she says. “It would just make you more embarrassed.”

Bianca leads you to the front door. A few women reach out from the line to grab at you and you jump away. The security guard takes one look at you and, as more women reach out to touch you, he steps up and tries to keep the line in order. He’s less worried about verifying that you’re an employee and more worried about this group of women going wild.

Bianca pushes the door open and gestures for you and the sorority girls to walk in. You stop at the coat check. Up ahead you can see the dance floor. It’s hard to tell with the flashing lights, but you can see what looks like hundreds of women dancing.

“Why are you stopping at the coat check, Sam?” Bianca asks from behind you. Before you can answer, she tugs at the back of your speedo, exposing a bit of your ass to the sorority girls. “Was there something you wanted to leave here?”

You grab onto the speedo to prevent it from slipping. Once you’ve spun around, you **** yourself to laugh along with everyone else. Thankfully, the hallway is too dark for them to see you blush.

“I’m joking, Sam!” Bianca speaks loud to be heard over the music. “We couldn’t have gotten in here without you! Thank you.”

Before you can say anything, she leans down to your height and kisses you full on the lips. You try to respond, but before long each of the sorority girls has kissed you on the lips as well. Your speedo starts to tighten.

“Ladies, go take our hero to the bar and buy him a drink,” Bianca said. “I’m going to ask about getting us a VIP room.”

The sorority girls sweep you onto the dance floor and you start to make your way through the crowd. Bianca was right. There wasn’t a man to be seen. You made your way through a sea of women who were not shy about giving you attention. When you finally reach the bar, you expect to see a bartender with the same ridiculous outfit as you. Instead, you’re face to face with an Italian woman in a black dress.

“I thought Bianca said all the bartenders were dressed like me,” you yell to Erica. "And that they'd be men."

Erica turns around to answer you, but when she sees the stage, she covers her mouth and starts laughing. You follow her gaze and see who is on stage. There are a pair of men dancing on stage. They’re both dressed in Italian-flag speedos.

Bianca hadn’t dressed you up like a bartender. She’d dressed you up like a stripper.

As this realization is dawning on you, one of the women in the crowd looks at you and says, “Sam?”

You look at her, confused. You don’t know any Italians besides Bianca. Then, it clicks. You had walked past this girl on the nude beach this morning. You didn’t recognize her with clothes on, but she had no trouble recognizing you in your outfit. She looks back and calls to one of her friends, whose face also lights up in recognition.

“Ummmmm I gotta go,” you say to nobody in particular.

“What?” Erica asked.

“Heading to the bathroom,” you yell over your shoulder as you **** your way through the crowd.

Without the sorority girls to block for you, you’re at the mercy of the Italian women, and you have to hold on to the front of your speedo with both hands to keep women from tearing it off you. When you finally stumble into the men’s room, you adjust your only article of clothing. The high-end club has a very nice men’s room with a few stalls and a small couch by the front door. And, as you'd expect on ladies night, it is totally empty.

You walk to the sink and splash cold water on your face to try and clear your mind. The door opens and in the reflection, you can see a woman has followed you in.

“This is the men’s-“ you stop when you see Leanna blocking the doorway.

“Oh, hey,” you say.

Leanna shamelessly stares you up and down while licking her lips. “They’re going to eat you alive out there,” she says. She stands at the sink next to you, take her lipstick out of her purse, and touches up her makeup. “Assuming Kayla or Jane doesn’t tear that tight little outfit off you first.”

“Um, I, don’t really-”

“You can drop the shy act, Sam. It’s just you and me in here.” She stretches her hands over her head, and her backless dress tenses against her breasts. Then she turns to face you. “I’m a big girl, Sam. I don’t mind that Italian slut, Bianca, throwing herself at you. And I definitely don’t mind if one of my sorority sisters finds her way into your bed tonight. I’m not afraid to share. But I’m the president of our sorority house for a reason.” Her hand drifts behind her neck to the knot holding her dress in place, and she tugs. The top half of the dress falls forward, freeing her breasts. She puts her thumbs in the side of the dress and shimmies it past her hips to reveal that she isn’t wearing any underwear.

“All that matters,” she says, her high-heels clicking as she steps out of the discarded dress, “is that I get the first taste.”