A Friday night adventure

I'm in an a capella group at school. I love it. The people are absolutely amazing and we always have a ton of fun together.

Anyways, about two weeks ago (it was a Friday) we had rehearsal for a big performance we had the next day. When we finally finished up around 10:00PM, one of the guys announced that it was his birthday and that they were going out to a club in the area.

I was in the mood to dance, but I didn't want to go without my RedHead. After much coaxing, a few of us finally convinced her to go out. I think the defining factor was when our director indicated that the club was going to "go CRAZY" over RedHead and I... something about white girls with rhythm.

However, just leaving and going wasn't exactly an option. We both needed to get ourselves cute. In our persuasion of RedHead, I agreed to drive us all around town to accomplish said cuteness. First we made our way to my apartment where I sped through putting on a killer outfit, throwing on a damn cute pair of pumps and fixing my hair; RedHead did her make-up. 

We then made our way to where she was house sitting... 35 minutes later, we arrive. The roles were reversed this time -- RedHead got ready and I did my make-up. Once she was ready, well almost ready, she realized she had no shoes to wear. Thus, we have to drive to where she usually resides... 20 minutes later, we arrive. We grab her shoes and head back to the city... 40 minutes later we were back in the city and we both looked fine as hell.

We meet up with the choir people at the club and got in line to get it. Someone made a comment about us looking cute. Afterwards, someone else said, "You don't wanna look too cute...". I was a bit disappointed; I thought that the guys there must not be of the highest caliber, but oh well, I was just looking forward to letting loose on the dance floor. 

Almost immediately after we made our way to the dance floor my hand gets grabbed and I'm pulled into a group of mostly guys and a few girls. Wow, that guy's hand was really soft! Who moisturizes like that? Before I'm even done processing those thoughts someone grabs by hips with such sexual prowess I didn't even know how to react... that was until I noticed the softness of the body pressing against mine. I turned my head enough to see who was behind me. She looked at me and winked. Yes, she. 

For the first time I actually took in my environment -- there were men dancing with other men, men kissing other men, women caressing other women; I was at a gay bar. My friends had taken me to a gay bar without warning. I looked smokin' hott, but no males were going to admire me there. No, instead, I was a blonde beacon asking to be mauled by multiple women. And as though I didn't stand out enough, once the DJ saw me he announced, "Taylor Swift is in he house tonight!".

Over the course of the night, I had my ass smacked, my hips grabbed, my thighs touched and even had my hair pulled.

At one point, I found a set of keys on the floor. A few minutes later I saw people searching the floor with light from cell phones. I ask one of them if they are looking for keys, they say yes and I hand them over. I should have given then to my male friend to give back. Once I put the keys in the girls hand, I was picked up and had to just about dislocate my neck to keep my mouth far enough away from her encroaching open lips and tongue.

Even with all of the nonsense that went down, I had an amazing time. My choir friends were amazed that I, a little white girl, could dance like I can. I loved it. At 2:30AM when I arrived home, my ass was literally numb from how much it was grabbed, squeezed, smacked, etc. It was an experience to say the least, but it's a fun story to tell.