Time to party (with Anna after date with Lupe)

Jeremy comes home ready to party.

You're a little tired after your day but he's got enough motivation for both of you. After a quick snack, the two of you head out.

"There's this great new club. The DJ is a buddy of mine and we're in free," he says. "Cover charge is normally twenty bucks. How about that?"

"Cool." You're pretty sure the drinks will not be free but considering he's been letting you couch-surf for free, you're good with buying a round or two.

"What's cool is the chicks. They're the hottest in the City and you know what they say about San Francisco girls."

"Almost as hot as San Fernando girls?"

"Ye--huh? No! Hottest in the world."

You'd spent a couple of years in L.A. and aren't sure SF girls are hotter than that but they're plenty hot. Not that it did you much good. Then again, you hadn't been single in a long time. Maybe things would be different now.

"Can I get a friend in for free also?"

"I guess."

"It's a girl."

"Oh, then definitely."

You call Anna and let her know where you're heading and promise you'll buy her drinks. You just hope she's not the kind who orders super-expensive cocktails and sucks them down.

The club has a ratty exterior and you and Jeremy climb down a set of stairs to a basement. Hard-rocking music practically deafens you as you open the second set of doors and step into the club.

It's a mosh pit of dancing girls. A huge waft of estrogen-infused sweat and perfume fills your nose as you check it out.

"Check it out." Jeremy echos your thoughts. "It's wall-to-wall chicks. "Buy me a beer, will you. I see something I want."

You were pretty sure Jeremy was as hopeless with girls as you were but two seconds later a stunning Asian girl is rubbing her ass on his pants-front.

You head for the bar and order a couple of beers when you feel a tap on your back.

"Huh?" You turn around and see nothing at first... until you look down.

"Buy one for me." It's Rebecca, the bitch-girl who was mean to Lupe."

She was hot when you were out with Lupe. Tonight, she's more than hot, she's sizzling. Her little black dress has cutouts on the waist and lower part of her breasts, leaving just a thin strip of material that might be said to cover her nipples but is really just displaying the rest of her tits. In back, it's cut so low her butt-crack is exposed and you're pretty sure she isn't wearing panties. If she goes out on the dance floor, she'll be completely exposed. Her long black hair is dusted with something glittery and pulled back in a pair of pigtails that just beg a man to grab hold and use to steer her sexy little mouth to his dick.

Her breasts aren't big but they're a sexy couple of handfuls. If she wasn't such a bitch, you'd love to grab hold. Hell, might as well be honest with yourself. Even though she's a bitch, you'd still like to grab them.

You doubt she's twenty-one but that isn't your problem. "Make it three, you tell the bartender."

You pass Rebecca her beer and she takes a big swallow then grabs your hand and writes something on it.

"Call me," she whispers into your ear then vanishes into the crowd."

Well, that was unexpected.

The next thing you feel is not a gentle tap, it's a hard punch to your shoulder. "What the hell?"

"Buy Vodka shot. Three." It's Anna.

Anna cleaned up nicely. Gone is the ink-stain on her lips and the baggy top. Now she's wearing a slinky jumpsuit that clings to her body, showing off a great set of curves that her school outfit had hidden. Her blond hair gleams in the black lights of the club... you wonder if she did something to it that made it glow or if that's its natural effect. Either way, it's striking. Her breasts aren't particularly large but she's so slender they definitely stand out from her body.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rebecca glaring at her.

Cool. Let the bitch know she's not the only hot chick interested in you. Although, to be honest, you're pretty sure Anna is only interested because you promised to buy her drinks. And three vodka shots sounds expensive.

"Uh, okay." You turn back to the bartender. "And three vodka shots."

"Well okay?"

"Yes," you say before Anna can insist on something more expensive. She's a graduate student, she should be used to living cheap."

She doesn't protest. She does down all three shots, one after another, then glares at you. "Nice club. I not here before."

"Me neither."

"We dance now, talk later."

"I'm not much of--"

"I said we talk later, asshole. Dance now."