Like No Other

JUNE 10, 2010

"Bobby!"

"I'm serious! I'm not paying fifty fucking dollars to get in the club again when you can wear something hot!" He huffed into the phone. "Don't be a bitch doll, its lame... I'll call you in an hour. Love you!"

Emma looked at the phone, shaking her head and smiling. Bobby talked entirely too fast for her sometimes. But his restless nature matched what her own and she liked him for that. Aquarians are always a riot to be around in public.

She hopped off the bed and went to her bathroom to play something... club worthy to get ready to. She felt... different tonight. Like she could party her ass off because she didn't have class the next morning. The happy-go-lucky feeling was, Emma reasoned, just like she'd felt when she went out in college. Everything was so fun and new and exciting. It was never boring, not even when you were on campus. Emma polished her nails a shiny, hot red that blared from her little hands. She stood in her full mirror with her hand holding her hair off her neck with various little dresses. They were tucked in the back since she didn't use them often, and hanging from satin hangers because that was a part of her wardrobe that she was extravagant about. She chose a nude, beige colored dress that was made of a spandex and polyester. The neckline stopped just under her belly button and was filled with an obviously transparent nude, stocking material, exposing her cleavage generously. It had no back and only maintained a grasp because it was long sleeved, clinging to her arms to the wrist; it was extra tight just because there was no zipper, no clips, no... bra. It wasn't necessary.

Emma got her in knees in her closet and pulled out one of her favorite pairs of shoes. They were a gift from a dear friend that only thought she should have the finest while he was hers; sparkly, breath taking shoes. Emma sat at her vanity and slid on the Christian Louboutin Daffodil pumps and preened with admiration for them. In the mirror, she pinned her hair into a Mohawk sort of style that trailed down her back in, big wavy curls with bobby pins. When she went out, she always wore a lot of makeup. More than she wore all week to work combined. Her eyes were smokey black. Her cheeks were deep pink with blush. Her eyelashes three times longer. She wore a single, diamond tennis bracelet and diamond stud earrings that were another gift from Shia.

Finished, Emma looked at herself in the mirror, turning from side to side to give herself a good inspection. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her fully exposed back. Her spine was viewable all the way down to the small where her butt curved deliciously and the fabric held her hotly. She grinned. She liked looking like this. She felt sexy. Alive. These were the moments she missed when she was trying to control herself every weekend by entertaining herself with her cat at her huge house. But tonight she felt untamable. She was ready to just go out and have a good time. Forget about all her problems and the things that kept her from doing things like partying more often.

When she got to the club she parked her own car in a parking garage a block up from where the club was and called Bobby. He didn't answer of course. She didn't take her phone in the club, she never did. She lost things easily when she got drunk and Emma was sure she'd be drinking. She felt stable tonight. All she had on her persons was a fifty dollar bill, her id, and some lip gloss.

The line wrapped around the building. Emma grunted in disdain and marched past everyone waiting. In some situations, she hated to be the center of attention but she hadn't been out in a long time and she liked it; that feeling.

She approached the door and held out her fifty to the bouncer. He was a tall, rounded man that still looked exceedingly dangerous but she held her ground. Behind her, she heard someone hating underneath their breath to their friend. Emma was quite used to be judging her for whatever reason. She glanced at them over her shoulder, pretty girls. Then she pulled her dress down just a little and flipped her hair, snuffing them obviously. The name of the club was Catfight and she was feeling bigger than life.