"What a creep." I thought, but pulled it together and tried my best to focus on my job for the rest of the shoot. Afterward I spent forever washing off my makeup enough to not scare anyone who happened to glimpse me through my car windows. The makeup artist had gotten very creative with the sexy harlequin look and I had clown white caked on my face and neck and hands, along with thick creamy makeup that defied my best makeup remover. I knew I was going to be late meeting Kallie.
At around 7:00pm I drove over to Perky Brews Coffee Shop in a hurry. I needed some espresso for the night ahead, because I'd been invited over to my friend Kallie's to get ready for a big night of clubbing and I was meeting her there. I'd never been to her apartment before so I was going to meet her at Perky's and then follow her home. Unfortunately I somehow managed to hit every red light on the way and it made me even more late. By the time I made it to Perky's I had three texts and a voicemail from Kallie asking me where I was, which I didn't answer because I don't look at my phone while I'm driving. I went in the door hoping that Kallie hadn't given up on me and left, but luckily she was still there chatting with the guy behind the counter.
"Omigosh I am so sorry I'm late. This jerky photographer from today kept wanting "one more shot". I got your texts but-"
"You don't check your phone on the road. I know. I knew you wouldn't stand me up. Are you ready for tonight?" Kallie smiled and tossed her gorgeous blonde hair. She was so easygoing, she didn't mind that I was running behind. She was one of those rare types of people who don't sweat the small stuff. She was really refreshing to be around after having to live in my own neurotic head all day long.
"I'm so ready." I said. "I really need to blow off some steam after the day I've had."
"Me too. Me and Eric are taking a break. He says he needs to 'asses our situation', which pretty much means he's still not ready to move in with me. I'm starting to think I'm going to take my offer off the table if he doesn't get his act together in the next few weeks. I'm not going to renew the lease on that dump unless I've got a live in boyfriend to show for it." Kallie continued to tell me about some new apartments and condos going up just outside downtown that she was going to try to lease instead while the barista made my drink.
The barista was a blonde, blue eyed male with a Bieber haircut, which I thought was lame. (And this was a few years before Justin Beiber was famous) Hopefully he only cut his hair like that to impress the girls his age. He looked like he probably worked there part time after school or something, but he was checking us out and looking us up and down with the confidence of an older guy. I tried not to enjoy the enjoy the attention from him too much, but I knew he was probably close to being in his sexual prime of life. Maybe around the same age me and Morrisson were during our first time.
I felt a little bit bad about dating a guy who had been out of his prime for a while. This kid could probably go all night long, whereas my boyfriend was tired and spent after one round three times a week. I felt so bad for being bored by our sex life, especially when a lot of my friends had shared with me that they were more than satisfied with only two or three romps in the sack every week. I even had a couple of girl friends who preferred to have sex once a week, but who gave in to more than that to satisfy their boyfriends! I had started wondering if my hormones were out of balance or something. Was I the only horny girl alive or something?
I tried not to think about all that while Kallie was talking, but I couldn't help watching the blonde guy behind the counter. As I sipped my drink and nodded along to Kallie's conversation I watched him carrying crates of gallons of milk from the back and loading them into the refrigerators beneath the counter space. His arm and chest muscles bulged beneath his red work polo with the weight of the crates. I wondered if he maybe played sports at school or something. I didn't think that Kallie had noticed me looking at him until we were walking outside to our cars.
"Before we go, I just gotta say that you need a reality check, Harmony."
"What?"
"You know what! That kid in there was seriously probably in high school. You could go to jail just for thinking whatever sick thing you were thinking in there." She was grinning and shaking her finger at me so I knew she wasn't serious, but I felt like I should still pretend I wasn't being a lady lecher.
"Gross! Did you see his haircut? Like I could fantasize about anything with that hot mess distracting me!" We both laughed out loud as we climbed into our cars and I knew that she had bought it.
"Haha I knew you had better taste than that. See you at my place!"
As we whizzed down the road (Kallie seemed to drive at least 25 miles over the speed limit) I got to thinking again about my situation with Boyd. I was so bored by him sexually. He was a nice enough guy and he took great care of me financially too, but I couldn't help myself. I knew he didn't mind about me occasionally having a girl fling, but I knew he would care if I was with another guy. I decided I would go out of town again to go toy shopping next week sometime. My collection was growing so fast I almost couldn't fit everything into my bedside table drawer. Now I'm not sure why I never took that as a sign.
"I just need to focus on right now instead of my problems with Boyd." I thought. I was really looking forward to going out clubbing with Kallie. She had friends who worked in all the best clubs in town so we got in for free at most places, and sometimes we got free drinks. She loved partying and drinking so we always had a good time. Best of all was the fact that she was a very low drama type of person, she didn't get drunk and start fights or get too sloppy. It was much better than going out with some of my really rowdy friends, where every club experience ended in vomit and tears, maybe even a visit from the cops. I mean, yeah it was pretty exciting to have a night like that every once in a while, but I wasn't looking for that on a regular basis. I just wanted to hang out and have fun and not worry about getting kicked out of anywhere. Kallie was perfect to hang out with when I just needed to loosen up and relax. Ever since I first met her she was my go-to girl for times when I needed to kick back. She was a down to earth girl who didn't play games with people or lie about stupid stuff, she didn't get jealous of my other friends, and she could definitely keep a secret.
We had worked together at a steakhouse years before when I wasn't making enough at modeling yet and needed a second job. On nights that were really bad she would help me keep it together by telling jokes. We went out on the town a lot after work. That's how she met Eric, he was a bartender at a hole in the wall me and Kallie and our co workers went to all the time called Henley's. Henley's stayed open late on certain nights just for us. I remember driving her back to my apartment to crash while she talked about hooking up with Eric in the nasty bathroom at that seedy bar. She had told me 'I've never been turned on by anything so gross in my life' and we had laughed so hard about that. Once she got back to my place she took a scalding hot shower (I know because there was no hot water leftover for me to use after that) to 'wash off all the gross'.
I wondered if tonight would be another night like that. I knew I could go crazy and she would cover for me no matter what I did but I wanted to be able to look at myself in the morning, especially since I was meeting with Boyd the next day. I zoned out thinking about where we'd go and what we'd do that night and before I knew it I was pulling into the parking lot at Kallie's apartment complex.
It was getting late. It had been dark for a while and soon people all over the city would be leaving the dinner table to put on their sexiest clothes and head back out into the world. People in search of a romance or just a good time, or maybe even a little bit of adventure. As I grabbed my overnight bag (more like large suitcase) and locked my car Kallie walked up and helped me gather up all my stuff.
"I thought you were just staying the night, not moving in!"
"You know me, I gotta be prepared for anything. Plus I carry most of this shit around anyway for my jobs." Okay that wasn't true, makeup and hair was provided most of the time, but I kept extras on me at all times just in case they didn't have my colors or someone didn't show up to work.
"We wear almost the same size, you didn't even have to bring clothes." Kallie said as she opened the door to her apartment, which she claimed was a dump but I thought it was great compared to what I'd been used to before I became known in town.
"Haha. I forgot you're nice like that."
"I am pretty awesome." She set down her stuff and stood in front of me. "So this is the place." She spread her arms wide and then let them fall down again, her hands slapped loudly against her thighs. "Yep." Her apartment was spotlessly clean and smelled like a cinnamon bun candle. She had a tiny little kitchen and living room but no dining area, and a little tiny screened in patio. She had two bedrooms but one was a sewing room (Kallie made a lot of her own clothes) and two bathrooms.
"I like it Kallie. You don't need more than this since its just you, and maybe Eric later. I don't think its dump."
"Its not a dump until you taste the iron in the water and have to listen to pipes rattling in the walls all night long from the neighbors flushing their toilet. Or when you try to clean the grout in the bathroom and it flakes off the wall when you barely touch it with a scrub brush." Kallie wrinkled her nose and sighed deeply. She was embarrassed of the place, so I wanted to cheer her up.
"It's still better than Jason and Rich's." I said with a grin. Jason and Rich were two guys who were room mates that we had worked with. They threw parties at their crappy apartment almost every night of the week. It was pretty much nothing but an empty apartment with a couple of messy bedrooms with lumpy beds, an uncomfortable futon, two disgusting bathrooms, a eensy galley style kitchen, and a wooden table with stolen folding metal chairs. I think part of the reason why we got to so drunk was to forget how ugly the apartment was.
"Anything is better than Jason and Rich's!" We both laughed and Kallie said, "Okay, I know you're hungry just from looking at you and I'm starving too. There's a Chinese place that delivers like, right down the road from me. We can order extra and eat whatever's left when we come home wasted."
"Sounds like a plan."
She ordered the food and I passed her a twenty to cover mine plus the tip while she talked, then I started unpacking my stuff in her bedroom. I needed to choose an outfit and accessories somehow out of the mess that I'd thrown in there at random. I'd kind of just grabbed everything from the 'kinda slutty' section of my closet and tossed it in without a thought after grabbing a couple of bags and some jewelry. I had no idea what I might find in there. There were skirts, dresses, pants, shorts, tank tops, nice blouses, and way too many shoes. When Kallie got done on the phone she came in behind me and began doing the same thing in her closet. We both held things out in front of us and then held the items close to our bodies, then out in front of us again. Our noses twitched and our lips pursed as we carefully judged each item based on specific criteria.
For a woman, dressing for the club is different than dressing for anywhere else. You have to wear something that will look good while dancing that shows off your body and will get a lot of attention, but you don't want something that is so uncomfortable that you are miserable the whole night. You also don't want to wear something that requires the use of Spanx or anything, in case you hook up with someone. Since you will be dancing in a stuffy room that's packed elbow to asshole with other dancing people, you should be careful not to wear anything that you will get too hot in. The last thing you want is to be too hot and sweaty. The worst thing you can wear to a club is something that you spent a lot of money on or that you love. In a club you will get your feet stepped on, drinks will be spilled on you, a friend might vomit on you, a heel could get stuck in a grate and you might fall and rip something, anything can happen. You don't want to be wearing something expensive when it does. Before going clubbing a girl might try on everything in her entire closet and still run out to the nearest store to buy something to wear.
We were still looking through piles of things and trying on our clothes in different combinations before the Chinese food arrived. We ate while sitting on her bed and going through jewelry. We took our time to make sure we chose the perfect outfits. At last we both settled on our outfits and accessories when we started to get full. At one point Kallie looked at her alarm clock next to her bed and realized that it was almost 11:00pm.
"But we can't get into Valhalla for free after 12:00!" Kallie reminded me. "We haven't even showered yet!" Normally this wouldn't be an issue for me, but I needed to at least wash my hair because the stylist at my shoot had put so much hairspray in it that it felt like Barbie hair that had been dipped in Elmer's Glue. Kallie still worked at the restaurant where we'd met so she smelled like fried food and beer, but not in a good way. Her hair was also pulled up in a greasy ponytail. We both definitely needed some work to look good enough to paint the town red.
"It's okay. We'll just hurry up. You have two showers so if we both do it really quick there should be just enough hot water for us to wash our hair and the important bits. We were going to get a taxi anyway so we can do our makeup in the car." I had no idea where we'd put the makeup once we got to the club, but we could figure that part out later. We both started getting ready in a whirlwind of activity. We each ran to different bathrooms and rushed to get in and lather up as fast as we could. We'd already called a taxi that was on its way so we only had about twenty minutes before it arrived. Once I was in the shower I used a ton of shampoo to try to get all the hair spray out of my hair. I lathered and rinsed, and then I began to repeat by putting another big glob of shampoo in my hair. Just as it was getting nice and bubbly the shower head shot completely off of the pipe, bounced off the tile next to me and landed in the tub at my feet. A painful jet of hot water was striking me in the back. I started screaming because I didn't know what was going on. I was sure that the bathroom was possessed or something. I turned off the water, grabbed a towel and ran out of the bathroom with soap and shampoo all over me and knocked on the door to bathroom that Kallie was in.
"Its unlocked" She yelled.
I opened the door. I could see Kallie's shadow through her peach colored shower curtain."Your shower just tried to kill me!!" I said frantically.
"What?"
"The shower head came off and tried to bludgeon me and the water pressure from the pipe nearly bore a hole right through the middle of my back!" Now that I look back on it I admit I was being dramatic, but I had been caught off guard and I was stressed.
"Oh my God I am so sorry. My apartment manager said that someone had fixed that last week. This is the second time this has happened. It did the same thing to Eric about a month ago. UGH! I told you this place was a dump!"
"Now what do I do? I'm covered in soap and the taxi will be here in a few!"
"Just climb in here with me and rinse off. We're both girls, its okay." At the time I had forgotten about my very mild crush on Kallie that had developed during a night at Jason and Rich's when we decided to play an adult version of Spin the Bottle after smoking some weed and shotgunning beers. We had kissed and it had been really sensual. Mostly I didn't think about it because I saw her as only a friend, especially because of Eric. I remembered my crush as I was stepping into the shower and seeing Kallie's naked and wet body.
She was soapy too and was getting rinsed off as fast as she could, but the moment was in slow motion for me. Her blonde hair was wet and lathered with shampoo, and she stepped back into the water to let it rain onto her head, run down her face, stream onto her breasts and belly, and fall onto her toes. She turned her back to me and I watched the white suds streaming down her tanned back and across her gorgeous wide and full butt. The suds kept streaming down her round thighs and calves, and even between her pretty little feet. Her toes were painted a light pink color. Her body was so amazing. It was pear shaped, she had a big full butt and smallish, but very pretty and perky breasts. Her breasts were lovely and round and just big enough to fit a small woman's hand over, with small nipples that had very light pink areolae. Her body wasn't athletic or petite or large, it was just right. She had a nice small waist but still had lots of luscious curves. Even her arms were round and sensual. She had a light golden tan that wasn't orange or like she was one lightbulb away from melanoma. It was the type of unintentional tan you get from being an outdoorsy person. She had faint tan lines across her butt, back, breasts, and neck. Her pubic hair covered any tan lines that might be over her mound. The hair was blonde and was neatly kept but left full. I pretended not to notice any of these details and focus myself on rinsing. I tried my best not to let any part of my body touch hers, but sometimes a slippery arm or thigh would brush against a butt cheek or belly and we'd murmur 'whoopsie' or something like that to each other and giggle softly.
"This reminds me of high school." Kallie suddenly said as she inspected her underarms for stubble.
"Uh... In what way?" I asked. My embarrassment and mounting sexual frustration definitely reminded me of high school, but I'm pretty sure she didn't mean that.
"I was on the volleyball team and we all took showers together." Kallie said simply, now checking her legs for stubble. With her leg up on the side of the tub I could barely see some of what her pubic hair was covering up. I caught the tiniest glimpse of wet, bright pink, shiny pussy. I forced myself to turn away with incredible reluctance.
"What the heck kind of school did you go to, Miss?"
"Haha. We took showers after games in the locker room, and even though there were separate stalls there was never enough for everybody, and there were even less stalls that had working faucets. We would end up crowding into a couple of stalls together and sharing the water." My mind suddenly filled with the mental image of about 12 clones of Kallie all standing completely naked in a circle around a single shower head. "Plus you know what high school was like. The constant chatter. We couldn't stop a conversation long enough to take a shower. We mostly stood around with each other to talk." She turned the water off and laughed. I chuckled nervously and tried to think about it anymore.
We both got out of the shower and dried off as fast as possible, then blow dried our hair and brushed it out. We didn't waste time with trying to do anything fancy with it, since we new it would be a mess by the end of the night anyhow. We both had shoulder length hair and we blew it straight, and gave a light mist of hair spray to keep it looking nice until we got to the club. Kallie had decided to wear tight blue jeans that hugged her butt, a pair of stylish but comfortable black heels, and a black silky halter top. I wore black shorts with silver threads running through the weave, a pair of very high black heels, and a bright green tank top with green fringe that moved when I moved. We managed to get our makeup done just in time for the taxi driver to honk his horn at us, so we didn't have to figure out where to stash my makeup trunk after all. We grabbed our cash and our IDs and headed for the door. We rushed down the steps, our heels clacking on the concete, and into the cab. Off we went to downtown to dance the night away.
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