||IshRa FF - By a twist of fate||
Prologue
Freedom. This is what freedom felt like, she realized as she raised her shot glass in a toast and her friends joined in. She forcefully shut up the part of her brain that protested about what she was about to do. Excitement and adrenaline coursed through her, mixing with the bitter fiery taste of alcohol as she downed the shot of tequila in one go. She shook her head to clear the buzz of the alcohol that went straight to her brain. She laughed. Not the proper and polite way in which she had been taught to laugh. But a crazy, maniacal, drunk laughter. "Another round!" she said, happily drunk and her friends cheered. After a couple of rounds of shots, she started to sway to the thumping, hypnotic music that was playing in the bar. It felt as if the music was thumping within her, making her feel light and alive in a way she had never felt before.
"Hey! Its no fun dancing alone," she said as she tried to pull her friends along. They were having a fun time watching the otherwise Ms. Prim and Proper loosen up like this. One of them winked at the other before saying, "You haven't had any fun till you've made out with the hottest guy here in a dark corner." She pouted and creased her eyebrows together in disdain, "What is all this make out business? You know that's not meant for girls from good houses," she said. "There you go! Ms. Prim and Proper. Sounding just like your mother. You know what, you are just a sissy. All that big talk about being able to loosen up and have fun was just a hogwash," her friend said. "I challenge you! Find the hottest guy in this club and if you can get him to even dance with you, forget about making out, then I promise never to call you a behenji ever again," her friend said, grabbing a tall glass of beer off the tray of a waiter passing by.
"I never back out from a challenge," she said determinedly as she scanned the crowd of youngsters dancing and drinking away in the bar. Her gaze focused, albeit blurry at first, on a single figure by the bar. The overhead disco lights cast multiple colored shadows on his profile as he sat seemingly brooding over his drink. Even in her alcohol induced haze, she found him attractive. His white shirt stretched across his taut frame. His coat lay on the bar table in front of him, his tie was loosened and the first couple of buttons on his shirt were undone. His sleeves were rolled up and he was absently tracing the rim of his glass as he sat looking faraway at nothing in particular. His shoes were polished to a shine and his trousers fit him in places she shouldn't be looking at, she thought giggling. "That one!" she pointed him out to her friend and got up on unsteady legs. "Wait! Stop! Lets not do this! Its not safe," her other friend tried to protest. "Oh just shut up! As if she could ever even get him to look at her," the friend who had challenged her quipped nastily.
She frowned at that and looked at her dress. The golden sequin dress she had borrowed from her friend for this crazy night out shone prettily in the lights. It was a simple knee length dress. Nothing too great, she realized. With some alcohol induced boldness, she pulled the sleeves of the dress down so it seemed like an off shoulder dress. She turned around and reached for her friend's purse. "What are you doing?" the friend asked. She quietly reached into the purse and pulled out a lipstick - cherry red. Just the color she wanted. With unsteady hands, she put on the lipstick as best as she could. Using the small pocket mirror, she looked at herself. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail and fluffed it to fall in soft waves around her face. She looked so different. Like a different woman altogether. She looked hot and sexy, she decided. She put the lipstick and mirror back in the purse and turned to walk towards him with a sexy sway in her stride.
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"A penny for your thoughts?"
The words were almost whispered in his ears and jolted him out of his reverie. He turned but had to shake his head a couple of times before he could focus enough to see her face. She was a gorgeous little thing! Was she even old enough to be allowed in a bar? he wondered. Her gold sequin dress sparkled in the lights of the bar. Her red lips were a stark contrast to her pale, milky white skin and boy! was there a lot of her skin to see. Even when he was drunk enough to be stoned, it did not take him two seconds to figure out just exactly what was going to happen. Maybe this was what he needed. And yes, he needed it more tonight than he'd ever needed it before, he thought as he gulped down his drink in one go and held out a hand to her. "Shall we dance?" he asked, his words slurring slightly. She smiled gleefully and put her hand in his before turning around and waving at a group of girls sitting at a table a few feet away.
He pulled her onto the crowded dance floor and started swaying to the music with her in his arms. If he was holding her a little too close, she didn't seem to mind. She was probably just as sloshed, he decided.
This was nice, she thought. This is what fun felt like, she decided. How adventurous and thrilling was this? She was with her friends at a night club very late at night, she had had her first drink ever and now, for the first time in her life, she was dancing with a guy, that too so close. Technically, she had won the challenge, she'd gotten the hottest guy in the club to dance with her. But the original challenge had been to make out with him. She pressed herself closer, till her soft curves was crushed against the rigid planes of his body, guided his arms to the small of her back and raised her face towards him.
If he had been waiting for some kind of a signal from her, it couldn't have gotten more obvious. He leaned in and kissed her - a full-bodied, open mouthed kiss that was all pure lust and nothing else. She was shocked and pleased and confused and aroused, all at the same time. His hands started to travel up and grazed against the curve of her breast and she shuddered. She clutched him even tighter and leaned in for more. Her move made him bolder and he cupped her mound in his hand making her gasp. He deepened the kiss further. They were in one of the most popular nightclubs, in the middle of the dance floor, with hundreds of people around them but they were lost to the world.
A dancing couple nearby bumped into them and he moved away from the dance floor, never breaking the kiss or letting her out of his arms. She had no idea when they'd left the dance floor or the club or gotten in the elevator or gotten into a room. She only remembered the way his lips had felt on her skin, how his weight had felt on her as he introduced her to the pleasures of the flesh, the sensations that she thought were tearing her apart, she remembered the feel of the cool silky sheets against her heated skin and she remembered the dark, blissful oblivion of sleep.
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