Dirty Thirties Pt. 01

After spending weeks, maybe even months honestly, lamenting to my bestie over how lame 30 is, how it's been like a light switch for partying and fun, and about how hard it is to cut loose - she surprised me. A vague text message telling me to wear something scandalous and get ready to usher in the 'dirty thirties' for real. "Dirty thirties," I thought to myself, "exactly what I need right now." I messaged her back telling her to "get out of my head," and that she "always knows exactly what I need!" She replied with a wink. "Is this girls only or should I invite Dave?" I asked and not even a second later she replied.

"He is lame as fuck, you are constantly on and off, it's you and me tonight, no boys allowed." Amber proceeded to tell me about how hot this club is and that I should not hold back, that she went once before and everyone was insanely gorgeous and not afraid of showing off. "If we want any attention at all, we have to turn it up to 11, I swear..." My eyes widened and a slight trepidation came over me after reading that, my brain defaulting to shy introversion.

"What did you have in mind?" I replied.

A series of emojis flooded my screen before she started sending me pics of what she intended to wear - one of the shortest skirts I have ever seen on her and an incredibly low cut top showing off lots of her recently installed DD cleavage. "Holy fuck you were NOT kidding!! How have I not seen that leather skirt Ambie?" I sent after some drooling and fire emojis to get my best friends confidence up. I assured her we would be the hottest pair in the place and I would make sure to present myself as her mirror image.

Putting down my phone and finishing my hair, looking in said mirror, I was quite proud of the reflection staring back at me. Sure, I didn't get new fake tits like Amber did after her divorce, "but for 30," I thought to myself, "damn girl." My early-life crisis centered around working out and healthy eating. I spun around and grinned as I perked up my ass, even bouncing a bit and giggling to myself. The CrossFit was really paying off and my lunge+squat routines were worth their weight (or rather my asses weight) in gold.

"OK concentrate, we need to look awesome tonight," I snapped at myself, turning my attention to my wide array of lipstick colors and styles: "Pink, super high gloss. Cliche? Yes. Sends the right message though? Also yes." I grinned again puckering and applying it to my full lips. Strutting nude out of the bathroom, I headed for my closet, letting my fingers graze over each beautiful garment hanging neatly before me. "Oh yes, you'll do nicely." I pulled out a tight white lacy top with a deep V, along with one of my favorite push ups that make my C cups absolutely explode out of my top. I put these on first, shifting my tits until they were perked up perfectly. I wanted to honor my promise to Amber so I opened my skirt drawer, flipping through my options until I found a gorgeous, shorter-than-should-be-allowed pleated pink skirt. "Wow, we're going to look like good and evil, yin and yang, foul temptress and slightly less foul temptress." I burst out laughing, my nerves were making me ramble to myself and I could feel the adrenaline start to flow with excitement, even shaking a little as I put on the skirt, even more so as I stepped into my pristine white thong and slid it up over my toned thighs. I took a selfie in my bedroom mirror and sent it to Amber.

"You look awesome babe! Should I be on his left shoulder, or his right? hahaha," she texted back, "maybe heels though? I love those flats but with how sexy you look, you should def do stilettos. Don't worry, the men there are TALL. OH! here is the address to the club, don't worry they have secured parking! I'll see you at 10 sharp!!! xoxo."

I couldn't help being a little apprehensive, I never go to this part of town and security?! Full on stripper-wear? What did I agree too? Looking at myself in the mirror one final time a devilish smirk came over my lips... "Amber was right that slut, the heels do look better." I twirled and drank myself in, admiring the effect of all my hard work in the gym... again. "Stop being such a narcissist!" I scolded myself, but let's be honest, it's working - My 34Cs being perked up to the max and presented to the world, barely concealed by my deep cut V top with it's stringy, 'x' pattern. "It's a little over the top but I gotta compete with Ambers new DDs," I quip to myself under my breath, grinning again and grabbing my favorite clutch.

Easing myself into my coupe, my skirt so short that I can feel the cold leather of the seat on my ass. "Oh this is bad," I muse to myself, feeling a shiver run up my spine, seemingly ending on my stiff nipples. I look up and begin checking my lip-gloss in the rear-view, admiring how plump and full my lips look. I turn the ignition and feel my baby starting up, I love how she sounds... and in this moment it feels like my own engine is starting up too, already warm if I am being honest with myself.

I get off the highway and am immediately apprehensive. I don't know this area. There are lots of metal bars on the windows, lots of liquor stores and shady gas stations. Driving ever closer to this place, feeling very out of my element and breathing heavy, my chest trying to explode out of my push-up. "Turn Right!" navigation yells at me and doing as I am told, a row of mid-size buildings and neon lights fill my view. I drive slower now as people are drinking alongside the street and partying, lots of loud music and dancing, lots of black and Hispanic people, and very few, if any whites. I don't want to sound racist, but I felt a little out of place - I am pale and redheaded after all and this is certainly not the environment I grew up in!

GPS finally takes me into the parking lot, a barbed wire fence with a large muscled black man guarding the entrance - He took the cigar out of his mouth as he let me approach, then came to my window.

"Parking is 10 little mama," he sort of half whispered and half growled, smirking at me and looking right down my cleavage... I wanted to be mad, but here I was presenting and blushing while doing it.

"OK. Can you break a twenty sir?" I asked politely, reaching into my clutch for cash.

"Oh I can break more than that little lady, and referring to me as sir already, well trained!" he exclaimed... my mouth was agape, my brain still catching up to what he said before he burst into a deep hearty laugh. "Hahaha relax, I'm just messing with you. Go ahead and pull in the back, I'll keep an eye on your benzo, promise" he grinned and winked, waving me in. Right as my bumper crossed the threshold of this place I heard my name being screamed from the back of the lot, I smiled and pulled up to Amber.

"Don't turn off the car yet," she giggled as she hopped into the passenger seat, "I've got to pregame your nervous ass." She locked eyes with me and quipped, "great cleavage, loving the energy." I blushed as she grabbed my hand and placed hers on top of it, coyly opening her palm and revealing two pills.

"AMBER WHAT THE FUCK!! You know I have not done that since college... you fucking bitch." she giggled again, almost mockingly.

"It's just ecstasy Melissa, stop being such a prude. We'll have each others backs, we'll milk a few drinks, we'll flirt and dance with every person in here, we'll have sooooo much fun!" Her energy was infectious and I was getting excited for this - "Put the pill in your mouth, we do it together on 3!" GULP.

She didn't lie to me, the first hour or two was a blur of drinks being bought for me, arousal, dancing and laughing like I was 20 again. We were spending one of the few moments alone so far together dancing and giggling when we were approached by a tall, chiseled black man... he didn't say a word, just smoothly danced between us, alternating his gaze between us both. When he turned to Amber she moved closer to him, dragging her nails down his chest and leaning forward, giving him a clear view of her massive cleavage.

I could see her stiff nipples poking right through her top, "of course she didn't wear a bra," I thought to myself before pressing myself into his back, dancing closer... he turned to me now, grinning and nodding, "Oh he is turning this into competition," I thought to myself, grinning and locking eyes with him... trying my best to be sultry while I danced. He entertained my efforts for a few minutes but it honestly felt awkward, I got in my own head. He turned to Amber again, pivoting in time with the music and leaning into her, moving close. She poked her head around his massive frame and looked at me, a wide eyed 'oh my god' sort of expression as she bit her bottom lip and pressed her tits into his chest. His dancing turned more into mild thrusting and a could see Amber working her hips as well... still dancing I tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned, so did I, placing my hands on my knees, I started twerking like I haven't done since college...

I closed my eyes and focused on bouncing my ass up and down, side to side, jerking motions with the beat - I could feel my skirt flipping up over my ass and I knew I was putting on a show... lost in the music, my eyes still closed, my mind wandered to this hot chiseled black man, a man that I did not even know his name, pounding me from behind. I bit my lip, lost in the moment, still twerking when I heard several hoots and hollers of "Damn girl!" and "Work that shiiit!!"

I turned around and gasped. I group of men had formed watching me, eyes glued to me in fact, but Amber and our mystery man were nowhere to be found... blushing I mouthed "Thank you," to the men still staring as I made my way to the large circular bar in the middle of this place. Again, no sign of Amber anywhere. My arousal was quickly turning to fear and anxiety as I hurriedly made my way around all four corners of the dance floor looking for her.

"Fuck I have to pee so bad" I thought to myself, "maybe she did too." I made my way to the ladies room but to my surprise, there was no ladies room - just a long hallway with door after door of individual stalls.

I slowly made my way down the hallway "Amber?" I whispered passing each taken one. No response. Then I noticed the stall at the very end had it's little light red illuminated, signalling that it was occupied. I made my way ever closer to it... and as I did, the distinct sound of "hauk hauk.. gluck gluck," and gagging was growing louder...

"Amber!!?!?" I yell-whispered and just then the door was kicked open... the sight before me will always be seared into my memory, my best friends bare ass up in the air, her panties around her ankles, her sexy leather skirt up around her waist, her puffy pussy slick and glossy in the dim light... almost as shiny as our friends giant black cock which she had firmly gripped in one hand as he sat atop of the toilet cover. Her mouth was hungrily slurping and sucking on his engorged, huge cock head and she didn't even stop when she heard me, just kept worshiping it.

"Get in here you sexy little bitch, there is room for another mouth in here." He locked eyes with me as he said it.

A mixture of jealousy and shock and betrayal took over me, "She fucking left me out there alone for this?" I thought, feeling so irrationally hurt - but to be honest, the jealousy made me wet. I felt ashamed that I wanted to be that slut, that I wanted to be her, that he chose her over me - I felt paralyzed watching her service him. I could barely peel my eyes away from his big throbbing cock as she worked it. Gagged on it. She could barely get her lips half way down before choking on it.

"Well shit don't just stand there" he barked, Amber still not looking up, in fact her pace picking up, her free hand sneaking back to her pussy to rub it furiously as she did. I backed out, a million anxious thoughts raced through my brain, I couldn't throw caution to the wind, I wasn't ready.

"Fuck this!" I ran away in my heels, well, not quite running, but as fast as I could.

In a fit of what felt like betrayal I rushed out to my Mercedes and started it up, pulling out of the lot with the security guard licking his lips at me...

"You too fine to be leaving here alone with those big titties" he yelled at me as I peeled off.

That vulgarity sent a shiver up my spine and I could feel myself getting aroused, "ugh fuck the ecstasy was so strong, everything feels so amplified," I thought to myself, trying to concentrate on the road, realizing I have no idea where the fuck I am... "Why did I even mix drinks with this shit?" I tried to steady my racing mind. Images of Amber, images of big black cock, anger, arousal, rage, jealousy, shame, all flashing before my eyes. Reaching for my phone on the passenger seat as I am approaching a stop sign I feel and hear a large BANG. I look up and see what looks like an old cop car but with no markings on it I just rear-ended...

I sit frozen in fear. "What the fuck do I do, should I drive off?" I murmur out loud to myself. After what feels like an eternity the door of the car opens and some smoke pours out, I can smell the weed even with my windows up. "Fuck Fuck FUCK someone was in it! I am fucked" I again speak out loud to myself as I watch a black man exit the vehicle wearing a wife beater, his muscular arms covered with tattoos.

He smiles and shakes his head no, his teeth silver or platinum reflecting and shining in my headlights as he approaches me without hesitation... "You dun fucked up now, haven't you?" He pulls my door open and then looks shocked, seeing me, I don't think I am what he was expecting...