Chapter 1: Cat
“Come on, Cat! Let’s go!” J.J.’s voice cut through the air from the other side of my door. “We’re going to be late, and you know how much I can’t stand that!” She bangs on my door
“Just a sec! I’m almost ready!” I shout back, hurriedly adjusting my outfit in front of the mirror. Making sure I look sexy but not too sexy.
Tonight, we are going to the new club that everyone’s been buzzing about. We need to arrive before midnight so we can get in for free. Usually, we go with two other girls, but tonight it’s just me and J.J. I’m looking forward to dancing, having a lot of fun, and, if it happens, flirting with a cute guy.
As I swing open the door, J.J. is waiting on the other side. She looks absolutely stunning as always. Her luscious blond hair cascades from the back of her head all the way to her waist. She styled it into loose waves.
“LET’S GO!” she exclaims with infectious excitement, and I rush to slip on my heels. I check my reflection: my lipstick is bold, red, and my skin-tight dress hugs my curves perfectly.
We step out and grab the first taxi we see, our dresses clinging in all the right places. Since it’s a warm summer evening. J.J. is wearing a daring red backless dress that plunges into a deep V neck, while I’ve chosen my favorite black strapless number, with a slit that stops just above my left thigh. My dark brown hair is sleek back in a ponytail.
On the ride to the club, J.J. and I ask the taxi driver to crank up the music. He hands us the aux cord, and I eagerly search for our go-to party song— “Boss Bitch” by Doja Cat. By the time we roll up to the club, we’re completely in sync with the beat, and I swear the driver is jamming along with us.
We pay the taxi driver and step out into a lively line of partygoers, buzzing with anticipation. After about ten minutes, we’re inside the club, where the music is pumping, and the atmosphere is electric.
“What do you think?” J.J. shouts over the thumping bass.
“I’m feeling it! It’s too early to tell if the club is going to be buzzing, but I think there is potential,” I reply, scanning the room. I feel the energy in the room is electrified with anticipation. Most of the time, when we get early in the club, people are just chilling by the bar or the tables around the dance floor.
We glide over to the bar, ordering our drinks—J.J. gets a rum and coke, while I opt for a classic gin and tonic. We sway a little at the bar, soaking in the music, sharing laughs, and chatting about our days. I’m a preschool teacher, and J.J. works at a bank; we’ve been inseparable since high school. We live on the same street, but didn’t interact until my mom gave her a ride on a rainy day. She was soaking wet; I gave her my hoodie, and she never gave it back. She still has it. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I know she feels the same.
After a while, the dance floor beckons us, the crowd thickening with eager dancers. Everywhere I look, people are letting loose—some forming circles, others tangled up in pairs. We dive into the heart of the dance floor, allowing the pulsating beat to guide our bodies. I feel in sync with the music, J.J., and I are grinding and twerking. Well, I am twerking, and she tries to, but whatever she does, it looks sexy as hell, because I can see some guys staring at her. She looks like a goddess, swaying her hips and looking at me as if I were her next meal.
Just as an upbeat track finishes blasting through the speakers, I feel someone brush against me from behind.
He leans in closer, an electric intensity radiating from him that sends delightful shivers down my spine. I can feel his chest pressing on my back. “I like the way you dance,” he whispers with a deep voice, his breath warm and tantalizing against my ear. My heart races, quickening to match the rhythm pulsing through the air as I sway my hips to the beat. A wave of curiosity washes over me, urging me to discover the mystery man who is standing behind me. Just before I can turn around, J.J. catches my eye, shooting me a mischievous glance—a silent promise that whoever awaits will be worth the anticipation.
A tall guy with dark, smoldering eyes meets my gaze, and I can’t help but smile. He has deep blue eyes, dark blond hair, and lips to die for. My body reacts to his, smoothly moving to the beat of the music. I lock eyes with him.
He stepped closer, his hands finding their way to my waist, silently waiting for me to signal I was ready for more. Despite my high heels, I still felt petite next to him, so he leaned in, our faces just millimeters apart. “I like your lips; they seem so appetizing,” I murmured, playfully licking my own.
