To the club

"So how do you even know that guy anyway?" Emily asks Val as they take the elevator down.

"His roommate Marco and I... are ummmm..." Val starts, looking at the floor distantly as she tries to find the right word.

"Dating?" Emily asks.

"Something like that." Val says with a smile.

"What were you and Tyrone doing while I was in the bathroom? When I came out it almost sounded like..." Emily starts, trailing off to a slight giggle.

*DING*

Val uses the elevator doors opening as an excuse to redirect the conversation away from what exactly she was doing in that kitchen. Back out on the street once more, she leads her friend to a club that she knows of nearby. When the two of them arrive, there's a queue outside of young women all dressed in a similar fashion to Val, and now Emily too, like total sluts. Mixed amongst them are groups of men too, which Emily can't help but think remind her of Tyrone.

"This place looks kind of seedy, don't you think?" Emily asks her friend.

"Relax I've been here dozens of times." Val says, dragging her friend to the front of the line.

Once they reach the front, the bouncer, a large muscular man, greets Val with familiar smile.

"If it isn't the throat bunny herself. Welcome back Val." The bouncer says.

"Hey big Q. This is my friend Emily. It's her first time here." Val says.

Her and the bouncer share a knowing look.

"Well, welcome Emily. Here's a white wristband for the newcomer, and a black choker for the regular. You girls head right on inside. Marco's in there somewhere." The bouncer says, letting the girls on through.

Emily has never seen this colour-coding system before, but assumes it's regular these days considering she hasn't been out in years. She takes a glance at Val's choker, a black leather strap with a silver pendant at the front. The pendant is labelled with the letter 'Q', which Emily can't quite work out what it means.

As the two of them enter, they're bombarded with loud, hip-hop music from within. The club is split up into an area of booths and a large dancefloor where countless women are grinding up against men they probably don't even know the name of. Most of them are wearing black chokers like Val's, but there are a few white wristbands like Emily's scattered around the place. Val leads her friend straight to the bar for more drinks.

"Two wet pussy shots and two pornstar martinis please." Val says to the bartender.

Emily is a little taken aback at the way the bartenders are dressed. Each of them is wearing extremely short booty shorts tight enough that Emily can see their camel toe and what's essentially just a bra on top, showing off ample cleavage. They're all covered in sweat from keeping up with the demand from drinks, leaving them with a shiny appearance to their skin. Emily and Val are served by a young Latina woman with a smile. They down their shots before taking their drinks to an empty booth.

"So, am I going to meet this boyfriend Marco of yours." Emily teases.

"Maybe, he's probably busy working though, and I wouldn't exactly call him my boyfriend." Val says with a chuckle.

"What does he do here?" Emily asks.

"He helps run the place." Val responds.

As the two girls enjoy their drinks, they catch up on the years that they've missed from each other's lives. It's really been Emily's fault that the two of them fell out of touch, things got so busy between with work that she fell out of touch with Val after the wedding.

With Emily's recent life being something of a touchy subject, the two of them try to stay on Val's life.

"So, where are you working these days? Last time we spoke you were at some ad firm right?" Emily asks.

"Yeah that kinda fell through a couple years ago..." Val starts, trailing off.

"Oh, sorry to hear that." Emily says sympathetically.

"It's ok, my new job is a lot more exciting anyway." Val responds with a smile.

"Oh, what is it?" Emily asks.

"Well, I suppose you've had enough drinks that I can tell you this now. These days I ahh... shoot homemade erotic videos." Val says, biting her lip anxiously as she says it.

Emily stares at her friend with a stunned face, her mouth open wide. It takes her a moment to even say anything in response.

"Oh my God! You mean... like... porn?" She asks timidly.

"Yeah, I um... started an OnlyFans." Val responds.

"That's... I mean... wow. I always thought of you as my wild friend I guess, but never that wild." Emily responds.

The two of them look awkwardly at one another for some time before Emily finally gets to asking questions.

"So, do you and Marco like... shoot together?" She asks.

"Yeah, he helped me set it all up. He's been a massive help with it all. Him and... Tyrone." Val responds, looking a little ashamed at sharing this side of her life with prim and proper Emily.

"Both of them? Like Tyrone films you two?" Emily asks.

"He's a little more involved than that." Val responds.

At this point Emily just starts laughing. Perhaps it's the ****, but this certainly isn't the response Val was expecting from her friend.

"I don't suppose this means that the story about you fucking the quarterback and that wide receiver in the locker rooms were true then?" Emily asks, finally stopping her laughter.

"They were." Val says with a guilty smile.

"Man, I really thought that was just a nasty rumour. You really are one crazy lady." Emily says, surprisingly accepting of her friend's alternative lifestyle.

"I suppose so." Val says with a laugh.

"I think that's enough catching up for now. Why don't we go hit the dancefloor." Val suggests, finishing her drink quickly.