Unsure what exactly to do with yourself while you sat there waiting for your friend to reappear, curious to see if Miss. Esposita was actually planning on escorting him home afterwords, or was simply going to spend the rest of the night with him (which would be a bummer for you, seeing as you didn't know anyone else here and Randall was the main reason you'd come in the first place), you decided to buy yourself another drink to pass the time - having found that now you were inside the actual club, the bartenders really didn't seem all that concerned about how old you appeared.
So, heading over to the bar and ordering yourself a Rum and Coke, you quickly chugged that back (still having a bit of catching up to do on Randall) and peered towards the ladies bathroom, where your friend and the Spanish Language teacher soon emerged not ten minutes later. Randall was still in fine form, dancing away to the music as they walked out, his make up and hair having seemingly been slightly touched up while he was in there...or at least it looked that way to you, from what you could see, being a good enough distance away to remain unnoticed by Miss. Esposita. Continuing to hang back, you then watched as Randall pulled her towards the dance floor, Miss. Esposita showing far less protest now than she had done before, laughing away at (what she assumed) was her drunken friend. Whatever he'd said or done in the toilets, it was clear from this that she was no longer quite so worried about how drunk he was, and the two of them being now committed to having a good time.
As they danced, you couldn't help but be a little taken aback by what a strange, yet somewhat incredible sight it was; two very attractive teachers at your school, clad in sexy and revealing little dresses, letting their hair down and going wild on the dance floor with each other in the middle of a very crowded room, and looking a damn sight different than how you'd usually see them as they did. You weren't the only who thought so either it seemed, watching then as a number of guys began dancing around them, trying to get them to join in. Miss. Esposita obliged one or two of them, shaking her wide hips and working her body in a way that only Latin women seemed to be able to pull off. Randall's style on the other hand wasn't quite so rhythmic...or even as restrained, being a little all over the place as he thrust his chest out and waved his arms around manically (having obviously yet to perfect female dancing), nearly clocking the people around him with his fists. He did look like he was enjoying himself though, ignoring, pretty much everyone else, as his eyes focused exclusively on Miss. Esposita's body.
"Hey, Timbo, this is fucking awesome!" Randall exclaimed after managing to track you down at the bar some forty-five minutes later, having left Miss. Esposita still dancing with a group of much younger looking guys (as well as one or two of her other friend's who had also since appeared), "Did you see me practically humping Miss. Espos - I mean Carla's leg back there?"
"Yeah, I saw it," you told him, shouting over the loud music, "Looks like you two are having a pretty good time."
"No shit, I am! Hanging with a sexy older woman like her and having her treat me like an equal is cool as hell! I never actually thought any of the teachers at our school would be...y'know, fun'! ...And holy shit, dude, you'll never believe what happened in the toilets! She dragged me into a cubicles and took a piss right there in front of me! How gross is that?"
"That is pretty weird."
"Chicks must do it all the time though. It's like the bathroom is their own personal HQ or something," he continued, his voice getting more enthusiastic, and a pervy little grin appearing across his stunning face, "You wouldn't believe the amount of babes that were in there sorting out their outfits and their makeup and stuff, and talking about which guys they'd like to fuck. It was amazing! Honestly, dude, I wish you could have seen it!"
Though you were obviously happy that your friend was having a good time (sorely needing it after what he'd just been through), you also couldn't help but be a little bit jealous at the same time, as well as feeling somewhat annoyed by the fact that he'd left you here on the sidelines while him and Miss. Esposita had fun. "Sounds like you're getting a crash course in the ways of womanhood tonight then, huh?" you told him, this frustration evident now in your voice, "It's a good thing you decided to drag me along..."
Realizing this, Randall quickly apologized, slapping you drunkenly on the back as he did. "Oh shit, sorry, Tim. I know I've been kind of ignoring you, but she just cornered me out of nowhere. I didn't know what to do. If she'd have spotted you..."
"I know. That's why I've been keeping a low profile."
Obviously wanting to make things up to you, he indicated then over towards Miss. Esposita who was still happily dancing away and said, "But no worries now though, she's with some of her friends and I told her I was just gonna head to the bar. So for the moment, I'm all yours," breaking then into a grin as he then added, "Now lets get trashed!"
Raising his arms up into the air and letting out an enthusiastic whoop, Randall turned towards the bartender (getting immediately served due to his smoking hot body, as well as the large amount of boobage on display) and for the next twenty to thirty minutes, the two of you knocked back as many shots as you could manage, all the while listening to him drunkenly spill everything that Miss. Esposita had said and done back in the bathroom - being a little shocked by some of the things you heard.
During this time, while you were busy chatting and messing around like you always did, a veritable conveyor belt of slick, trendily dressed guys approached Randall, trying to sleaze their way into his pants and being told in no uncertain terms to "fuck off" for their efforts (not before buying you both a couple of drinks of course though). Bursting into laughter - it getting funnier the drunker you got - it was obvious that Randall was clearly getting a huge kick out of this, and at the power Miss. Card's body now gave him; being able to turn even the most smoothest of dudes into sniveling little wretches as he told them all to get lost in the most humiliating manner he could muster. You should have felt bad about this, but for some reason you didn't, even though ironically enough, you found your own gaze falling on Randall's body as he chastised guy after guy for basically doing the exact same thing you were now doing. Not that you could help yourself of course (or really blame anyone else for doing the same either), Miss. Card's curvy, big breasted figure just looking so God damn tantalizing in that amazing blue dress that it was virtually bursting right out of.
This entire situation was just so utterly bizarre and surreal, and the novelty of it definitely wasn't lost on you - seeing how you were currently standing in the middle of one of the coolest nightclubs in town, laughing and joking away with a breathtakingly attractive woman...a breathtakingly attractive woman whom you were finding it harder and harder to remember was actually Randall; your best friend!
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