Sure!

You can already feel the music thumping in your chest as you stand in the line outside the club.

Becky stands beside you and not for the first time you feel jealous of her dress sense. She had picked out the perfect dress, with her shock of curly red hair your eye was always drawn to her face first but then the dusting of freckles seemed to naturally draw your eye down her neck to her chest and she had picked a dress with a plunging v cut out of it that let you know the freckles went all the way down.

She looked amazing and you feel awkward and ugly in your own dress. It had been a gift when you turned 18, a simple little white number that hung over your ample chest and ended about halfway down your thigh. When you had got it you had loved it, showing it off to your friends and family at every chance. Yet now, looking at the crotchless thongs and cupless bras of some of the other girls you felt massively overdressed in spite of what they said.

When you finally got to the front of the line the door woman spent what felt like an age looking at your ID. Glancing back and forth between the grainy picture on it and you as you tried your best to look old enough and stared at the tattoos on her arm as they flexed. Finally, she handed it back to you and stepped aside, letting you inside.

The music was painfully loud as you stepped inside, the speakers set up right beside the door blasted out a grinding industrial synth track that sounds to you like someone feeding a bunch of keyboards into a trash compactor. It had been Becky and Sammy who had recommended this place and you were now realising that the two of them had a side to them you had never seen.

The inside of the club was packed with people, most of them seemed to graduate out for their first time in the town. Half the people in the room were nude, groups of girls laughing and sharing shots or bouncing together on the dance floor.

You manage to find Sammy near the bar and she passes you a drink. It is blue and seems you are sure there is a slight haze to the air above it but you swing it down with her. The burning **** makes you both break down into a coughing fit before you both burst out laughing at it all. All around you other girls are doing the same thing, drinking and coughing and laughing and becoming women.

“Where’s Becky!?” You eventually shout in Sammy’s ear as she drags you out onto the dance floor. The song having changed from the keyboard **** to something closer to a violin being stretched on the Rack.

“She went next door I think!” Sammy shouted back as she gyrated against you, the flowing fabric of her dress seeming to move in counter motion to her body, giving you flashes of the petite body beneath that sent your heart racing in awe of her.

“Next door?”

Sammy turned and pointed towards the far side of the club and a pair of doors, unlike the rest of the place they had red spotlights picking them out.

“That’s where the guys club is,” She explained with a dirty smile.

You stopped dancing for a moment as the idea of what that meant sunk in. You had never seen enough men in one place to think that a club just for them.

“Why is there a door through to it?”

“So we can go over of course,” Sammy replies with a raised eyebrow and a laugh. “Why do you think we picked this place?”

Suddenly you feel your cheeks starting to redden, more with embarrassment that you could be so naive about why the door would be there. What could be a better way to have some fun on a night out than to have a bunch of guys on tap?

Sammy’s hand is in yours before you really know what is going on, pulling you through the crowd towards the door. You see a few girls slipping through it from afar and your mind races at the possibilities of what might be on the other side.

“You ready?” Sammy asks as you stand at the threshold of the door, her hand already on it as she waits for you to give the go-ahead.

You glance around at the club, feeling the drink still fizzing in your head slightly as you think about what might be on the other side. You haven’t even been with one guy yet and there could be god knows how many on the other side of the door. Maybe it would just be safer to stay through here and have some fun?