5. A night out with the girls

OK, I'm pretty sure my chronology is getting screwed up, but I want to get this written down before I forget too many of the already drunken details . . .
I am forever wanting to go shake my ass at a nightclub. It's fun, guys come on to me, the drinks taste great and are generally free, plus I get to act out on some of my bisexual fantasies with my totally hot girlfriends. So really I should find some single girlfriends. However, in the past I'd gone out with these girls before, back when I was tied to Dick (like TWICE) and they sure didn't do what I saw them do This night!
We hit the club and I kinda figured that since I was single and they were not, they'd be pointing many of the men in my general direction. So Wrong was I! These girls got progressively more aggressive and all up on these guys - in fact, I was less all-up-on the men than they were because at the time I hadn't fully embraced my inner Ho. They had, however - had their inner Ho in a choke hold I'm guessing. Embracing the hell out of it! Both of them were grinding their asses all up in dude's crotches and shit - and that's not the half of what I watched em do to each other. In fact it made me jealous! Granted these two have no shame when it comes to each other anyway since they've been there and done each other, but they certainly know how to put on a floor show. I've never imagined dancing could be so very suggestive - strippers have nothing on these two. Most of the night I was drunk and just watching them in half shock. And by the end of the evening, it was Lacey who'd given her phone number out. We'd all gotten sauced for free since we'd met up with a friend of Lacey's named Harley - he pulled off a hundred dollar bill from a wad of cash in his pocket and said, "Whatever you like, girls!" and proceeded to watch us eagerly down his free shots and drinks. I'm sure the drunken state of ourselves was worth every penny. I was all for going home with Harley, but Lacey dragged me out to the car, saying something about solidarity and Hos before bros. We made it back to Jem's place and all of us curled up together on her sectional and sort of cuddled a bit while tickling each other, calling each other "bitch" and generally just being frisky drunk. I remember waking up and looking down to see them both sprawled out and thinking how we looked like a pile of kittens all curled up together.
That very night (after awakening and dealing with a loverly hangover - theirs, not mine) I took my happy ass Back to the same club and lo and behold there was Harley, happy to see me returning on his investment. He was cute as hell and well worth getting drunk two nights in a row for. He had an awesome place with tons of cool gadgets and was excellent in the sack as well. Drunk I don't do too many tricks, but usually if I'm drunk it means the guy is as well so really my tricks would be wasted on someone who won't remember them. The next morning I had to bail early, and of course I haven't heard from him - it was a damn good time though, a fond memory filled with disco lights and the taste of vodka.