Distraction

It's been a week since your break up with Todd. It was pretty hard, you really thought you'd gotten Mr. Right for once- charming, good looking, good job, fantastic in bed... What more could you possibly want? Of course, other women evidently had had the same sentiments. It had been tough, but he'd been cheating so you really had no other choice but to say goodbye. Ever since he had left, you'd had a few tears, been eating ice cream out of the box like it wouldn't ever go to your thighs, and watched so many chick flicks you wanted to be sick. You needed some action. It was high time.

So, what better place to find it than a night club? A rather exclusive one, too. Not that the Flash was all that hard to get in to- for you at least. The bouncer was easy to persuade with a little flash of leg from underneath that rather revealing dress you were wearing. Heck, he hadn't even noticed you hadn't paid the cover charge since you'd gotten in! You would have flirted some more, lingered a little, but he'd really not been your type. You were there for a few drinks, a bit of dancing, and eventually to find a guy who'd take you home- or at the very least out to the back of his car- to totally get Todd of your mind. It seemed like a good plan so far. The club was packed and the DJ seemed to have good taste in music. Lights were flashing and there was the scent of girl's perfume, cheap cologne and sweaty bodies grinding on the floor. Perfect.

You had a good feeling about that night. The only problem, of course, was figuring out where to head first. Do you go for: