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I laughed and bit my bottom lip. OK, she might have been right about that one. That had been, um, a very unique experience, to say the least.
Chapter Four
Nine Months Prior
“Unclench your butt cheeks. I’ve got news!” I barreled through the front door of Juliet’s and my apartment and laid my shopping bags down on the dining room table.
Juliet sat on one of chairs with her legs crossed, eating a bowl of cereal. She stopped mid-chew, milk dribbling down her chin. “One sec.” She swiveled her butt in the chair and giggled. “OK, unclenched. Lay it on me.”
“I’ve decided to end my sex drought. And tonight is the night.” I pulled out two wigs from my bags and held them up. “Ta-da!”
Juliet put her bowl on the table and scrunched her nose. “I like where your head is at, but you’ve lost me.” She came around the dining table and grabbed a wig.
“OK, so you know how after Dalton cheated on me with my sister, I decided all men are pigs and not worth my time?” I rummaged around inside my bag and pulled out a purple dress. “Well, I met someone at the grocery store. And he invited me to a Halloween party.” I pulled out a green handkerchief and tied it around my neck. “And he is hot, like H-O-T, and I’ve decided that my flower garden”—I gestured to my vagina—“needs to be watered. By him.” I put on the red wig and twirled. “So go get dressed, Miss James, because we’re going out to get laid.”
“How much coffee have you drunk?” She tugged on the dark brown wig and stared at her reflection in the dining room mirror.
“Irrelevant. Guess who we are going to be?” I pulled out an orange sweater and red skirt and laid them on the table. I dug around in my bag until I found the matching orange knee-high socks and purple headband.
“Well, based on these colors”—she held up the purple dress—“one of us is going as an eggplant and the other as a carrot.”
“Nope!” I snagged the dress out of her hand and held it against my body. “I’m going as Daphne, and you are going as Velma. You know, fromScooby Doo?”
“Ahh. OK, I’m game.” She rubbed her hands together, then snapped her fingers.
“Wow, I really thought I was going to have to convince you.”
“Nah. You really,reallyneed to get laid, Nova, and I’m happy to be your wingwoman. But these costumes will not cut it.” She walked down the hall to her bedroom.
I would have been insulted by that comment if it hadn’t been so true. It had been close to three years since I had even attempted to date someone, let alone sleep with them. It was like the second I’d seen my ex-fiancé and my sister in bed together, my vagina said “peace out, bitches.” I had decided that men were scum, and I wanted nothing to do with them. But that had all changed tonight when I’d reached for the last giant-sized bottle of red wine at the same time as the blond-haired Hercules-looking man. It was as if the clouds had parted, and an angel had dropped him right in my lap. Er, grocery store.
After a few minutes of flirting and him agreeing I could take the bottle, he’d invited me to a Halloween party at a private club downtown. It was one of the clubs that you needed a password to get into, the password for tonight being “sin for me.” I hadn’t asked if there was any significance to the phrase, but I was certainly planning on doing a lot of sinning tonight if things went well.
Juliet came back a moment later with a box in her arms and laid it on the table. She pulled out a shiny black vinyl suit, cat ears, a pair of garter-like straps, and a black and white two-piece. “I took these from Professor Johnson’s theater class my junior year. Catwoman or Lara Croft? You pick.”
“Oh, you klepto. These are perfect.”
She puckered up her lips. “If you’re ending your drought, you are going to look fucking hot, and not Scooby Doo hot.”
An hour and a half later, we were waiting for our Uber outside our apartment. Juliet had been right. Her costumes were a hell of a lot sexier than my Scooby Doo idea. I’d opted for the Lara Croft costume for easy access, while Juliet wore the Catwoman one. The vinyl clung to her body like a second skin and, with the matching cat ears, she looked to die for.
My outfit was a two-piece with a white tank top that cut low and black skintight shorts that left half of my ass on display. I wore black combat boots with garter straps that wrapped tight around my thighs with a matching belt with metal studs around it. We had found water guns in the box and filled them up with vodka and I had stuffed them in the straps around my thighs. I’d even braided my hair to look as close as possible to the character.
We pulled up to the club. I squirted some vodka into my mouth and Juliet opened her mouth for some. We laughed as the liquid spilled, and I stuffed the plastic gun back in my thigh straps, next to the plastic knife.
“Let’s go take advantage of some men.” She tugged my hand, and we giggled as we ran to the metal door with a chain around it.
I knocked three times like the cute guy, Ethan, had said, and sure enough, a man dressed in all black, wearing a spooky full red mask with black eyes and a zigzag smile, opened the door and asked us for the password. Once we passed through metal detectors, we walked down a dimly lit hallway, the thumping of music surrounding us.
My heart pounded in rhythm with the music. I hadn’t been to a club like this before, and my nerves were on edge. Whether that was from the prospect of having sex for the first time in a long time, or that it was going to be with a stranger, I wasn’t sure. I mean, I’d had a one-night stand before, but only once during college. People often got the wrong idea about me since I owned a sex shop, but just because I was surrounded by sexual things all day and night didn’t mean I was walking, talking sex machine. OK, well, maybe sometimes, but not all the time.
At the end of the hall, another man wearing the same kind of mask with tattoos covering his arms and neck opened a thick metal door. Music blasted us in the face. Lights flashed in different colors around the dance floor, where people dressed in all types of costumes were grinding on each other. There was a stage where a band dressed in latex and painted faces were screaming out lyrics to a song I had never heard before. The music was so loud it was like your whole body was vibrating. I grabbed Juliet’s hand and tugged her towards the bar.
We hadn’t made it ten feet before a man dressed as a vampire came up to us and asked if he could sample our blood. Juliet and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows and shook our heads no before pushing our way through the crowd. I whistled at the bartender, who rushed over the second he glimpsed Juliet in the skin-tight outfit.
Two shots later, the nerves were slowly leaving my body.
“Do you see him anywhere?” Juliet downed her shot and held up two fingers, signaling to the bartender to bring us another round.
