Time to go clubbing

That evening, Eleanor was nervous. She started trying to get ready, found herself too anxious, and went to take a shower instead. She stood under the hot water, breathing deep and slow, trying not to touch her throbbing cock. Eventually, ****, she cranked the water all the way to cold and barely managed not to scream as the freezing water shocked her out of her preoccupation.

She jumped out and dried herself, then focused on her makeup. She went heavy tonight, remembering that Aiden and Mara had a very alt look and wanting to fit in at this club - which she knew nothing about. Heavy, dark eyeshadow and blood red lips were the main features.

Then, on to her outfit. Nothing in her wardrobe was terribly alt or goth, but Eleanor figured she could combine things to look both hot and fashionable. She went with a black halter-top, backless satiny dress - which she'd never had the chance to wear - and big, heavy Doc Marten boots. She put on a pair of her spandex panties - she knew she'd be battling erections all night - and no bra.

Ellie looked herself over in the mirror. She certainly wasn't keeping up with the intensity of Mara's wardrobe, but she looked good. And she thought they'd agree. She hoped they'd agree. Time to wait for her ride.