Nightclub

The idea came to her in a half-awake state late in the night, and she couldn't shake it. Pulsing music, tightly packed sweating bodies, strobing lights, ****...Eleanor couldn't get the idea of meeting someone at a club and fucking them that night out of her head.

The sluttiness turned her on. The anonymity turned her on. The randomness turned her on.

But she was 18. The drinking age was 21. There's no way she'd get into a club without a fake ID. Fortunately, her friend Abigail had a connection and had offered before - and now Eleanor saw the logic in taking her up on the offer. She didn't have a ton of money, but she had enough that buying a fake ID was worth it.

She called Abigail, set up the exchange, took and sent a selfie in front of a blank white wall, and waited.