I skipped directly to Friday evening, guessing that would be the most likely time for any action. Scanning through, I wasn't disappointed. At 8:15 on the dot, two cars pulled into the driveway. There was Pete, and following him were Jen and Howard.Jen and Howard were married. Jen was a paralegal at Kathy's office. We had met them at a holiday party but I was pretty sure Jen didn't like me. I had made a somewhat off-color joke about her being "the eraser girl" referring to how prominently her nipples were showing through her blouse. I think that comment made it back to her, and she had not spoken to me after. It was too bad because she was very attractive.She was almost the exact opposite of Kathy. Kathy was like a little pixie with her petite shoulders, short stature, and small breasts. I used to call her Tinkerbell after the character in that Pinocchio cartoon. Jen, on the other hand, was tall with raven hair, ample breasts and a slightly dangerous air about her.I didn't really know. The club he had selected was just a fifteen minute walk away. Well,fifteen minutes for someone not wearing six inch fuck me pumps, thoughtRose with a giggle. There was a queue to get in, but Rose walked up tothe bouncer at the door. As Steve had suspected, hotties like him got inwithout a wait. The bouncer checked her id and wrapped a tag around herwrist and opened the door for her. She teetered in. Once inside, Rosetook a deep breath. Just in front of her, was the dance floor. A numberof young men and women were dancing, moving in rhythm to loud trancemusic. Multicolored lights strobed and flashed around the room. The DJstood above the dance floor, doing his thing. Off to one side of theroom, just outside the strobing lights, was a long bar, lit with purpleand green neon lights. Rose walked up to the bar first. Steve decided heneeded a few drinks before he worked up the courage to go dance in thetall heels. He was just about to order a scotch on rocks, when heremembered herself..
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