One more drink couldn't hurt

You're tipsy, the wine pulsing in your veins, making everything feel possible. "Alice, a club? I'm not sure... I was always awkward dancing as... before... Maybe just a normal bar?"

She waves it off, signaling for the check. "That's the old you. Trust me, it'll be different now. One drink there, then home if you hate it."

You're still hesitant and Alice presses.

"Well I'm going, and who knows what kind of trouble I can get into alone..."

The **** blurs your hesitation and the idea of waiting alone not knowing what Alice is up to in that black dress scares you even more than the club. "Okay, fine. One drink."

Club Noir pulses with bass as you enter. No line for two hot women in dresses like yours. The lights are dim, just bright enough to make out the bodies grinding on the floor. Alice pulls you to the bar for shots, tequila. The drowned out your stalling and before you could resist Alice had you on the dance floor.

At first, you're stiff, flashbacks to Trevor awkwardly trying not to be ridiculed. Totally unsure what to do with your arms or legs. But as a woman? It's effortless. You just sway your hips, heels giving you rhythm, breasts shifting with each move. No leading required; you follow the beat and Alice's hands on your waist guiding you closer.

She dances sensually, grinding against you. You feel her body heat through the fabric. Whispers in your ear: "See? You're a natural, babe." Hands roam, yours on her ass, hers teasing your thigh through the dresses. The crowd blurs and you're lost in the moment, if you were more sober you might worry about how the two of you looked.

You're brought back to reality when Alice creates separation and waves at someone you can't see. Soon a tall man imbued with confidence you couldn't have achieved even with a Billion dollars slides in, dancing between you with a rhythm you couldn't help but follow.

He smiles, sliding in to dance between you.