AWAKENING HER DESIRE

Part one: A daring night

I prepared for the bold step of taking matters into my own hands. So, for this night out, I decided that I would be anything but myself, and that is why I have a very sexy, short, strapless purple gown waiting for me to grow the courage to put it on.

I stared at the gown like it was a Cat hiding by the corner, waiting to jump out at me and take a chunk of my flesh off.

I know that seems like a weird, bizarre analogy, but that is how I was feeling at the moment.

" Grow a pair, " Ego whispered into my mind, her tone mocking.

" No, you are going to look like a slut, attracting unnecessary attention, " Prude countered.

I know it's kind of corny to name the voices in my head, but that is me—corny. Moreover, with how often they argue in my head, it's kind of hard not to.

Ego is that brave, impulsive, naughty part of me that hides within my mind that I can never let out. It refuses to be hidden away and makes its presence known by chirping into conversations even when her opinion is not needed. Prude, well, that is the one who makes me me, if that makes sense, and who I usually listen to. But tonight is all about not being me, so I will go with Ego this time around.

I slipped my slim frame through the gown and pulled it from the down up. Tucking in my breast encased in a matching sexy bra into the cup of the gown.

I moved my hand to the back and drew the zipper up.

A view of the gown in the mirror proved to me that I made the right choice when I decided to buy it, even though it cost quite a lot.

You have to know that, as an accountant, I am quite frugal with my spending. I always make sure that every penny I spend is on a good course.

I usually get teased by friends about my miserly spending attitude. I don't mind because that is the reason I have a hefty savings stocked away for rainy days.

Alright, back to my dress. The gown fit me to a T, showcasing my little curves in a tempting display. I was already feeling sexy, and I can't wait until I am fully ready with my hair and makeup. I am sure going to be rocking tonight and unrecognizable to my friends.

I put on silver heel sandals with open toes that gave a peep show to my dark red painted toes.

I decided to let my hair down, leaving it pouring down my shoulders in soft waves instead of the severe, tight buns I usually wear.

One of the things I love about myself is my brown, silky, soft, and shiny hair.

As for the makeup, I have zero sense of how to do it, and if that isn't clue enough, then I might as well be blunt here.

I usually go without makeup. And please don't say no wonder you don't have any dates. I am frankly aware of that, but I am a disaster when it comes to makeup. That is why, for tonight, I am going with very minimal makeup. There is no need to be adventurous. We wouldn't want a repeat of what happened at Linda's birthday party. That is a story for another time, probably with a lot of alcohol in me.

I completed my ensemble with a teardrop silver earring with a matching necklace.

I had just entered my car when my phone rang. It was Linda calling. I'm probably at the club and wondering where the hell I am.

Linda is a party animal and spends almost all her Friday nights at the happening parties.

Tonight, we are crashing a new club that just opened in town. To hear Linda say it: the club is going to be epic. As for me, I hoped it was epic enough to supply me with enough men to try out my new bravado on, I thought with a brave grin.

If there is one thing Linda knows how to pick, it is good clubs, and once again, this one didn't disappoint. The setting was amazing, with good lighting and music that already has you moving your body before you are even ready to dance. But one disadvantage to nice clubs is that they are always packed with a lot of human beings, and if you are 5.2ft like me, you will see how navigating through the pack of bodies could be a challenge.

I tried as much as possible to move with the wave. I found out that when I try to insist on shuffling through the crowd, I get shuffled around like some damn basketball, so I learned to flow with the flow. Usually, it doesn't work out for me cause one time, the flow led me to the bathroom, very far from where I was seeking, but tonight, I got lucky; the flow threw me out to a space.

Out from the suffocating crowd, I breathed in fresh air, and fresh air breathed me in. I began to use my eyes to scan for my friends. This area had tables set for those interested in drinking more than dancing, with the bar not far ahead.

I decided to move to the bar because standing in the middle of the club looking around seemed a little creepy.

" What can I get you, beautiful lady, " a deep voice said from behind the counter.

I didn't respond because he wasn't talking to me, but when I didn't hear anyone else speak, I turned, and behold, the handsome gentleman behind the counter was grinning at me, with his white sparkling teeth on full display.

" Oh, you are talking to me, " I said, blushing like a fresh virgin, which in my case is true. His smile grew wider as he nodded his head.

Wow, the word beautiful has never been used in the same sentence with me from the opposite s*x. I get that all the time from my friends, but who says their opinion matters in this case?

I was about to answer the gentleman with something witty to pretend I was used to being chatted up by handsome, mouth-watering men, but my best friend calling out my name stopped me from making a fool of myself. I flashed what I hoped was a sexy smile at the gorgeous man and turned around to see my best friend waving at me to join her and smiling as if she just went to the dentist last night.

I picked up my clutch purse on the counter, excused myself from the gentleman and headed to my friend's table.

When I got close, my new look got the response I was going for. The four women around the table had their jaws on the table, their eyes wide, as they took in my new look.

Having all that gaping attention on me made me a little nervous, so I quickly hurried to the only empty seat at the table.

Linda was the first to snap out of her shock.

" Damn girl, you look hot tonight, " she said, sounding as if she was surprised by the prospect of using that word to describe me.

" Yeah, girl, you are rocking it tonight, " Amber said, turning to check me out again to make sure I was the one in the dress and not some alien that came down from Mars to inhabit my body.

" Wow, I didn't know you had it in you, " Susanne said

" Yeah, you usually look like my dead grandma, so what is the occasion? " Franca said with a mocking glint in her eyes.

Have you ever had that one friend that constantly makes you wonder why the hell you are friends with her because, for the life of you, you can't stand her and only tolerate her because, for one reason, you can't remember she found herself in your cliques? That is Franca for me. She is the type of person who feels the need to put down someone else to feel good about herself and her usual target moi.

My usual response to her taunting was silent, but tonight, I was not me, so I gave her a response that she wasn't expecting.

" I am looking for a f**k tonight. "

I smiled secretly when I saw the shocked look on her face.

But she wasn't the only one. I was shocked by my response.

Susanne choked on the drink she had just taken.

Amber's bottle, heading for her lips, got suspended in the air.

" What! " Linda exclaimed.

Franca's shock didn't last long as her usual cocky smirk reappeared on her lips.

" So you have decided to discard your badge of honour, and here I thought you were waiting for the one, " she said, her fingers raised in a quote and her tone mocking again.

I wasn't going to let her irritate me tonight with her words.

I held her gaze before speaking.

" Since the one is taking, it's a sweet time coming, so maybe it's high time I helped things along, " I said with my fingers, mimicking her quote.

The tension between us rose.

My friends are aware of our rivalry. It was not that I was dragging anything with the short blonde, but it seemed she was because she always picked on me. Someone changed the subject before the situation escalated.

" So, how do you plan to find this lucky man tonight? " Amber asked, wiggling her brow at me.

" I know. Why don't we help you pick out the good candidates? " Susanne interrupted before I could respond with enthusiasm like a kid in a candy store.

My friends thought it was a good idea and started looking around the room, like predators on a hunt.

I sighed and decided to go with the flow. I didn't bother arguing, it would be pointless; once they got an idea in their head, no amount of argument or saying no would stop them.

I drank some more to prepare myself for what was coming.

I opened my beer and drank almost half of the bottle as if I were perched, forgetting one crucial fact. I am a lightweight.

My head swirled around like a turning ceiling fan before returning to its baseline, and then I gave my friends a loopy grin as if to say, Bring it on.

The one to open the floor was Linda. By the apparent grin on her face, she looked as if she would have fun with this.

" What about that one?" She pointed her finger at a man leaning against the counter, his lewd expression making it obvious he was on the prowl tonight.

No, I said, shaking my head as I took another swing of my drink.

It is not that the guy is not attractive, but he is very muscular with tattoos all over his body. The bad boy look didn't do it for me.

My friends and I got into the groove of things. They will pick, and I will find some fault that will make him unsuitable.

" Oh my God, pick one already, " Susanne snapped when she felt that I was taking more than my sweet time to make a choice, impatience bleeding from her voice.

I rolled my eyes at her, I think I did, but with my head getting a little foggy from the alcohol I wasn't sure of my actions anymore. Susanne is always impatient. Wanting things to happen now.

" Have some patience, my darling. When I see the right candidate, I will make my move, " I slurred before taking another drink.

I should probably stop because it seems I am way past my limit, but I wouldn't stop. Tonight is all about passing my limits.

The words had yet to leave my lips when my eyes caught sight of a guy sitting at the bar.

To say he is attractive is an understatement. The guy is very handsome. He is tall, about 6 feet, slim, muscled but not muscular, with nice-cut hair and olive skin. He is dressed in leather. He looked so cool, and mouthwatering.

" That one, " I pointed with such focus, even though my vision seemed a little blurry. I wanted to make sure I was pointing at the right man.

Franca scoffed. " Yeah, right, as if he will go for someone like you. He will probably see the V card plastered across your forehead from miles away and take flight for the hills, " She mocked.

" Mmm, Susanne moaned, licking her lips as she took in the man in question. " If you don't go for him, I definitely will. "

" No, you don't! I found him first, " I yelled, flying to my feet. My drunk state prevented me from hearing how loud my voice was.

" Okay, dorky, have at him, " Susanne muttered lightly.

I staggered a little, giggling as I steadied myself before setting off.

Here we go, siren Norah, I thought, moving with what I hoped was a confident gait.

" I think you are going to make a fool of yourself. "

" Shut up, Prude, now ain't the time, " I snapped at my sensible inner voice.

Walking towards him, I could feel my body shaking with nerves. I wondered how I was going to approach him and what I was going to say, hoping, above all, that I would not embarrass myself.

Damn it, Prude, you have made me nervous now.

I took a deep breath. " I can do this, " I muttered before approaching him.

" Hi, " I mumbled shakily.

" What the f**k! What are you? A whimpering virgin? " Ego mocked.

" For god's sake, I don't need you guys' opinion right now, " I snapped, then cleared my voice before trying again.

" Hi, " I said with more confidence, and that got his attention.

Hi, he said with a sexy grin.

My eyes fell into his, and I was captivated. It was blue and clear, like the sky, and I felt like I was drowning.

He was even more gorgeous up close.

I stood there staring at him like a fool, not saying a word.

" Snap out of it, you moron, or he is going to think you are retarded, " Ego snapped at me.

I was still trying to will my brain to snap my mouth open when we got interrupted by a golden, sexy female voice.

" Hi Tony, I can't believe you are here, the female said.

I blinked at the beautiful woman grinning at Tony like he had hung the sun, and she was an adoring worshiper. My mood deflated.

The woman was hot. She was blonde with the face of a model and an hourglass figure, looking like a bloody nymph, or was it a siren?

" Yeah, you got no chance, " Ego helpfully supplied.

I ignored Ego and tried to insinuate myself back into the conversation; I wasn't going to let some bimbo bombshell from nowhere steal the hottest man in the club from me. But it felt as if, in the face of all that beauty and sexiness, I was rendered invisible to gorgeous Tony.

I didn't want to give up that easily, so I tapped him on the shoulder. " Hey, " I said.

" Yeah, you are pretty, but I am kind of busy right now, " he said rudely, his tone dismissive and insulting, which made me angry.

I imagined myself tapping him and, when he turned around, giving him a dirty slap. I smirked at the image, which kind of placated me, so I decided to cut my losses and go home.

Yeah, go home because if I stay one more minute, I don't think I can stand the ribbing I will get from Franca.

Being shut down the way I was cleared up my inebriated state. I walked back to my table with my head held high, hoping against hope that no one had witnessed me make a fool of myself.

When I got to the tables, my friends had a lot of questions, but I ignored them, picked up my purse, and headed for the entrance.

I slumped back to my seat with a defeated look. Despite all my get-ups and the sexy dress, I still couldn't get laid.

The night was a fluke, and I am probably going to die a virgin, I thought bitterly before driving off.