Clubbing

Jessica sent a message in the group chat. It was pretty late, but she didn't want to go alone.

“I'm bored. Who's up for clubbing?”

“What? Now?” Isabelle replied.

“Yeah, I just feel like being spontaneous tonight,” Jessica typed back.

"I'm tired," Sarah said.

"I'm in!" Dani said, "This week has been so rough, but you guys didn't want to go out, so I was just drinking by myself anyway."

"Isabelle?" Jessica asked.

"No, I'm broke, and tired too," she said.

"OK, just me and you, then Dani?" Jessica concluded.

"Yeah, meet you at the 5th and Main?" she replied.

"Sure, 20 mins?" Jessica said, already getting dressed.

She got a thumbs up back.

Jessica looked at herself in the mirror. The dress still clung in all the wrong places. She tugged at the sides, hoping maybe the mirror had changed overnight. It was a navy colored wrap she bought on sale, meant to flatter, meant to hug in the right places. But right now, it hugged all the wrong places. She took it off and went to look for something else.

When Danielle saw Jessica coming down the street, something about Jessica didn’t line up. Dani couldn’t quite put her finger on it, like her memory of Jessica didn’t match what was walking toward her now.

In their little group, Jessica was always the overweight, geeky, but fun brunette. The one who never really got laid, never had suitors. Now Dani couldn't really get that image to fit with the outright attractive, curvy woman walking confidently towards her. She was cooler, slimmer and more fit than she really had given her credit for.

"Hi, babe, you look stunning!" she said and hugged her busty friend.

"Hello, thanks for joining me!" Jessica replied, "I am so ready to flirt and have some fun with guys tonight. Maybe even... you know."

"Someone got a taste of the fun life again," Dani said.

She refrained from probing into the details about last week, when Jessica inexplicably had gotten laid with the most handsome guy Dani could remember having seen on campus - a 6'4 stud who apparently was packing some serious meat too, if her friend's friend was to be trusted. She had no idea why that guy would end up in bed with Jessica, and now he was dating some gym thot anyway.

They walked together down the street. The club they were heading to was the WP club. Apparently WP was short for Wet Panties, but no official word could confirm this. In any case, it was the hottest club these days.

Jessica was excited. Even happier that Dani had said yes. The slim blonde always got some attention from the boys, and she wanted to be nearby. Dani, who sported black rimmed glasses and a ponytail, was around her own height, maybe 5'6, but had a slim, athletic build with a tight butt and small breasts. She studied economics, but wasn't the most serious student. Jessica had known her since kindergarten. Tonight she was wearing a little black dress that looked great on her. Curious, Jessica had looked up her friend in the Seduction App - not that she was leaning that way - and found her friend to be a 7/10, so at least two points more than herself.

Herself, she was wearing jeans that really hugged her rounder, stronger ass. She'd found them deep inside the wardrobe, a remnant from younger days before she'd started to fill out the 15 pounds the app had removed. Over the jeans she had a black top with a large U-shaped neck that accentuated her cleavage.

Dani used her good looks to get them in front of the line, and soon they were in front of the busy bar. It took only a few moments before Dani was engaged in a conversation with a jock, who decided she was interesting enough for him to buy them both drinks. Jessica thanked him and hung around them while she took in the atmosphere of the club. The main floor thumped with predictable EDM—bass drops, strobe lights, the smell of spilled vodka and perfume. A little generic, but good for meeting guys. There were other floors with deeper house, hip-hop and so on, but there was no reason to leave this area. She was not here to dance, tonight.

"Hi, I'm Matt!"

She turned towards the voice, barely audible over the loud music.

"Hello," she said and smiled, "I'm Jessica."

He was about 5'10 and quite skinny. She thought he looked kind, with dark, thick hair she wanted to run her hands through and style differently.

"You look like you hate it here," he said, and laughed.

She giggled.

"I don't, actually, I just have this resting bitch face," she said.

"No! I disagree," he said, "just a general look of disapproval of the masses!"

Jessica chuckled. They talked a bit more, and she kinda liked him.

Suddenly some of his friends started pulling him away.

"Sorry, I have to be right back," he said and disappeared in the crowds.

Oh, well.

Dani had ditched the jock and found another, older guy that she was chatting with. She nudged Jessica to join her.

"Here, talk to Jessica while I go to the restroom," she said and winked at Jessica.

His name was Tyler and he was apparently 30, with an apparent talent for developing a dad bod. He wasn't fat, by any measure, but not skinny or muscular either. About 6'0, light brown hair and a short beard.

"Hello," he said, looking around, apparently not interested in her.

She decided to ignore it and poked him in the side.

"Ouch!" he complained.

"Just wanted to let you know that Dani isn't what you want," she said.

"Oh yeah?" he said, "well, now you got my interest piqued. What do I want?"

“Maybe I’m wrong,” she said, teasing, “but you seem like the kind of guy who thinks he wants a slim blonde... until he meets a girl like me.”

He ran his eyes over her body.

"A girl with curves?"

She smirked. “Exactly. And a lot more to offer.”

"Maybe I do. I'm not looking for a girlfriend, though," he replied.

"Me neither."

"Uh..." he answered, awkwardly, and the conversation abruptly stopped.

He wasn't the charming guy like Matt, but she kinda liked his physique more. At this point, Jessica was not sure how to proceed. Should she go look for Matt again, or try to go on with Tyler?

While pondering this, a guy appeared in the crowd, coming straight towards her. He was taller than Tyler by at least two inches, slimmer and more muscular. He was at least one rating above them both.

"Get one for me, too, Josh!" someone shouted over the music, and he raised his thumb back to the crowd.

She could try to get Josh's attention...

He smiled as he reached her.

“Hey. You looked like someone worth meeting.”

Her pulse quickened. This one... could be worth the risk.