Wisely decided to call up a cab (neither one of you really being in a fit state to drive), you followed Randall as he slung the small, black handbag over his shoulder and headed out the door, watching that incredibly tight ass of his jiggle and bounce majestically as he went.
Once outside the building and in public again, you had to admit it felt even stranger to be in Randall's presence now than it had been previously, what with him so dolled up like some super, sexy movie star or something and you were just standing there in your regular t-shirt and jeans. You felt both proud to be accompanying such a beautiful creature (Allison even at her best in no way comparing to Miss. Card now) and at the the same time slightly inadequate and under dressed, like you'd made no effort whatsoever - which was actually the case.
"Are you sure I'll get into this club?" you asked him again, slightly worried as you examined your own clothing, "I do look pretty scruffy."
"It'll be fine, Tim. You'll get in," Randall replied, pointing you in the direction of his heaving chest as he explained, "You see these? Nobody's even gonna be looking at what you're wearing. They're gonna be too busy staring at these things to even notice. Trust me, boob power is all you need. Why'd you think girls get it so easy?"
"I didn't realize they did..." you told mumbled, pulling your eyes from those two beautiful full orbs that were practically bursting out of the dress, periods and childbirth suddenly springing to mind.
"Of course they do," he laughed. "Think about it; how many hot girls do you know that get everything handed to them on a plate? How many chicks with big tits go through life without having to pay for a single thing and instead have a hundred guys queuing up to do it for them? Being female and being hot is like a super power, dude. And now I'm both," he grinned, proudly, "I can't wait to see how many free drinks I can wrangle with these babies (shaking his chest playfully as he did)."
You had to agree there, he was certainly right about what being 'hot' could accomplish (at least in your experience anyway), "Yeah, I guess that is true. Only downside is, as I said before, you're gonna get a shit load of creeps sleazing all over you dressed like that."
"No doubt. But that's why you're here, remember, to be my wing man. You can keep the creeps away while I get us the free drinks and hopefully find us some equally hot babes to dance with. Who knows, maybe you'll even get lucky. Shit...maybe we both will!"
This image made you laugh, that certainly being quite a sight (and one that you wouldn't exactly be averse to witnessing), even though it was pretty unlikely. "Yeah, right," you smiled, shaking your head and recalling your girlfriend, who was presumably tucked up in bed as you spoke. "Anyway, I've got Allison, dude. I'm not looking to score tonight. I'm just looking to get drunk and have fun."
Sharing the sentiment, Randall then told you, "That's the spirit, Timbo. And have fun we will!"
Not too long after that the cab pulled up and the two of you got in, the driver giving you a few odd little glances as you did (presumably wondering why a casually dressed teenage guy like you was hanging about with an incredibly smoking hot babe like Randall), and you made your way across town to the Laser Lounge - Randall having decided that it was probably the more 'happening' of the two clubs. Though you didn't really say too much on the journey, not really wanting the cab driver to witness the two of you acting like two, slightly **** teenage boys, the simple fact of the matter was that you really couldn't help yourself, tittering away ever so often about some dumb thing or another. You also found that you couldn't keep your eyes off Randall's body either; his huge bosom being just too damn noticeable, as were his firm and creamy thighs that were made all the more apparent now that he was sitting and the tight dress had hiked itself much further up his legs. Not that you were particularly subtle about or anything, and noticing where your gaze was directed Randall gave you a little nudge and a knowing smile, looking rather amused as you blushed again in embarrassment.
Arriving at the Laser Lounge soon after, the two of you stepped out of the taxi (Randall paying him with what was now the money in his purse) and looked over at the long queue that had formed outside its doors.
"Damn, that's a lot of people waiting to get in," you said as you stared at the various beautiful and sexily dressed people, feeling even more out of place.
"It'll be fine. The queues moving pretty quickly," Randall replied, watching as a group of four or five males were turned away by the two very muscular, smartly dressed bouncers, before then beckoning three smoking hot women through the doors. "And see, what did I tell you? Boob power, dude. Boob power."
Laughing a little at this, your friend seemingly speaking the truth, you followed him into the queue that was indeed quickly moving forward, with most of the people being turned away rather than let in (and a large majority of them being groups of just guys). As you stood there, you also couldn't help but notice a good deal of eyes falling onto Randall, Miss. Card's body drawing a lot of male attention just as you had expected. Randall too hadn't failed to notice, though did seem a lot more comfortable about it than you were, smiling away happily to himself as he repeated his new mantra again, "Boob power, dude."
Finally reaching the front of the line after only five or so minutes, Randall whispered to you to "keep close" as he shook out his hair a little and plumped out his chest, making sure he was suitably 'on display' as it were when the bouncers turned their attention towards him. You meanwhile, could do little more than scoot as close to him as possible and pray you didn't get turned away like the rest of those guys, not really wanting to face that kind of humiliation.
"Hi there, sweetheart. On your own tonight?" the tallest bouncer asked as he finished ushering another couple of cute chicks through the doors and turned back to face the two of you.
"Nope. I'm with my friend here," Randall replied, indicating to where you were stood awkwardly behind him.
Giving you a quick look over, his eyes even though covered by dark sunglasses somehow piercing your very being and making you feel super uncomfortable, the bouncer raised and eyebrow and said, "Not really dressed for the occasion, are you?"
"Uhm, no..." you began to nervously reply, trying to explain yourself but instead being cut quickly off by Randall. "Sorry, he's new to the whole club scene. I'm kind of breaking him in. But uhm, I think I'm dressed well enough for the both of us, wouldn't you say?" he said, thrusting out his chest even further and giving it a little jiggle.
"You certainly are, gorgeous," the bouncer grinned, licking his lips slightly as he gave Randall's sexy body the once over, before then telling you both, much to your surprise, "On you go. You and your friend have a great night."
"Thanks. We will do," Randall smiled, stepping past him and heading on through the doors, with you following quickly after lest the bouncer change his mind, having been certain for a moment there that you were going to get knocked back. Once out of earshot of the bouncers, Randall then turned and said, "See, what did I tell you?" looking rather pleased with himself.
"Yeah, I know; boob power and all that," you laughed, pretty sure that was what he was going to say, feeling pretty happy yourself that you were actually in your first ever real life club; and one of the coolest, most popular ones in town to boot! "Shit, I can't believe that," you said in amazement as the two of you followed the group of girls in front (they presumably knowing were they were going a lot better than either of you did), "He didn't even ask about my age or ID me or anything! Having a sexy older woman for a best friend is certainly going to have its benefits."
Giving you a wink that said everything you needed to know, Randall replied, "You know it!" as you were then led into the main dance floor/bar area, which was absolutely huge. There had to have been at least 500 odd people in there alone, all drinking and dancing and chatting one another up while the music pumped out of large speakers and various little laser like streams of green and blue and purple light zipped around all over the place (which was presumably where the club got its name). It really was some sight to behold and most definitely deserving of all the hype, and even though you'd been somewhat **** at first, you were now very much glad Randall had gone and talked you into coming out with him on his first proper night of being a woman.
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