It felt as if it took forever to get from my car to the club entrance, my silky red dress clinging to my skin, causing every bump and curve to be completely visible. You could see the perfect shape of my B cup breasts as they clung to my also silk made bra. If you looked close enough, you would be able to tell that I was not wearing any panties, and I hoped they were looking close enough.
“Name?” the large man who guarded the door asked me as I approached him. He was not a fat man, but built like a truck, with broad shoulders that made you feel as if he could protect you.
“Marlie,” I smiled, giving him the best smile that I could muster up, showing off a good amount of my teeth. “Marlie Cooper.”
He looked over his list, flipping to the next page. He nodded every now and again, making me worried that maybe I was not on the list. Shelly told me that she made sure my name was on the list.
“Here we are,” he exclaimed, running his pen over the piece of paper strapped down to his clipboard. “Marlie Cooper, VIP.”
VIP? I could not help but smile. She said that I was a VIP? It was confirmed when he handed me a VIP card, which he informed me would allow me up in the VIP section of the club. I had never been up in the VIP section, though it had always been a dream of mine. Those who never make it up always wonder what goes on up there.
Making my way into the club I became lost with the sudden burst of music against my ears. My body began to sway back and forth to the music and before I knew it I was lost amongst a sea of people, our bodies grinding up against one another. Every inch of my body was reaching out to those around me, wanting them closer to me, though some were as close as they could get.
Everything was spinning until I suddenly stopped. I felt as if the air had been sucked out of my body and I breathed in deep. I reached out, grabbing the first arm I could find in order to regain control of myself.
“Marlie,” a voice called out. I twisted and turned, searching for whoever might have known my name, only to have my eyes land on Shelly, waving at me from a distance. “Marlie, over here.”
I forced my way out of the crowd and over to Shelly, wrapping my arms around her in a hug. Her arms against my skin caused goosebumps to overtake me. The heat was really getting to me.
“Did you get your pass?” She asked me with a smile, seeming overjoyed to see me. “I left you a pass with Eric.”
“Yeah,” I smiled, pulling it from my bra where I had placed it and showing it to her. “I got it alright.”
It had been forever since I had seen Shelly; not since she married into money and finally opened the club she had always wanted to own. She did not seem much different than before, the same bubbly laugh and the smile that never seemed to leave her face. I envied just how happy she seemed to be at all times, though I was sure there was something dark behind it, something fighting to get out, but she held it in tight.
“Want to go up?” she asked me, taking my hand in hers and looping our fingers together. “It will be fun, I promise.”
“Sure,” I agreed happily. I had been wanting to go up, I was just nervous of what was up there. I was not sure that I was VIP material. “Let's do it.”
Shelly gripped my fingers tight and led me off to a set of stairs in the corner. There was a man standing in front of it, but he quickly stepped aside when he saw Shelly. I did not even have to flash him my card, since I was holding the hand of the owner. I felt powerful, like I was someone of importance, and it sent a thrill through my body, coursing all the way down to my toes, causing them to curl slightly in my heels.
“Marlie, this is James, my husband,” she introduced me to a tall, dark and incredibly handsome man. When he stood up, he overpowered me, being at least a foot and a half taller than me. He made my knees weak and I felt like I was going to fall to the ground, but I stood still. “And this is his friend, Lenny.”
“Nice to meet you both,” I said with a smile.
I sat down on the couch next to Lenny, Shelly sitting across from us with her husband, her legs wrapped up over him. We all began to drink, talking and laughing, having an amazing time. Over the railing I could see the dancing below, but I was sure they could not see us, not unless they were searching us out with their eyes.
“I want to dance,” Shelly said out loud, pulling her legs off her husband and standing up. “Who would like to dance with me?”
“I am going to have to pass,” I laughed, feeling the alcohol course through my blood, making me sure that I could not hold myself up if my life depended on it.
“I’ll dance with you,” Lenny smiled, standing up quickly, a little too eager in my opinion, but I decided not to think much of it.