"Put it on!" My friend, Samantha yelled as I cringed at the lacey, bodycon dress in my hands. Samantha was putting her mascara on and I took a deep breath, pulling the red fabric over my hips, allowing it to settle on my skin. I picked up the Christmas style, platform heels and slipped them on, admiring my glittery toe polish against my olive skin.

Samantha had on an exact replica of my dress but in black and had her black hair up in a giant bun, a few strands falling away. Her lips were a bold red and her eye shadow was green. I put on some nude lipstick and brushed blush on my fuller cheeks.

"You know, we deserve this." Samantha stated, finally sitting down and taking a drag from her cigarette. She was ready and dolled up. Killing the outfit she wore. I felt like a stuffed sausage.
"I know." I sighed. I've done it, finished college and moved in with my best friend for the holidays before deciding what to do next.

"We're young and in need of some fun so suck up whatever self consciousness you have today and flush it down the toilet." I looked at her and rolled my eyes.
"Wow babe. You look edible." She said and I smiled, picking up my purse.
"Let's go bitch." She said and we headed out, locking the door behind us. I called an Uber to our first bar of the night and we waited patiently on the curb of our apartment block.

A white car pulled up and we got in. The drive was quiet besides the sound of Samantha flirting heavily with the driver who was catching feeling too quickly. Once we arrived, they made out and I pulled my face in disgust, getting out of the car. Ew

"Your gross." I told her as she linked arms with me and she winked. Her bubblegum smelt like cotton candy which reminded me that I was hungry. Drinks were poured and shots were taken, the night went along smoothly as we made it to out fifth bar/club of the evening, slightly tipsy.

The music blared and the lights were making me trip. Bass from the speakers vibrated through my shoes and up my legs. Guys and girls were grinding and I was finally drunk enough to join them. Once inside, I got myself a sour and downed it. Samantha pulled me to the dancefloor where we danced, we were tightly packed in the club due to peak hour and I saw Samantha circle her arms around a dudes neck before turning around and her hips throwing it back for him.

She gave me a look that told me to go and find someone and I hesitated but did so. I walked through the crowd before being spun around at the hips by a tall young man. His smile was dazzling and I automatically pressed myself against him, allowing the rythm of his body to lead me into a dance.

We danced what felt like hours before I recognised the slight prick in my abdomen. The man was aroused by the way we were dancing, witch kind of aroused me too. I didn't even know this man but suddenly his hands were moving to my waist, different than before. He dipped down and said over the loud music, "Would you like to go somewhere more private?" His voice was thick and I looked at his eyes before he spoke again, "I'm completely sober." I bit my lip before nodding and he grabbed my hand.

I looked through the crowd and found Samantha dancing very dirty on the bar counter, she saw me and winked before whistles erupted from many onlookers for her. The stranger took us to it from the club and towards what looked like his SUV. A dark tint were on his windows so no one could see inside. He was very handsome, strong features and almost kind eyes.

I checked the time and saw it was only two hours till midnight. He opened the backseat and I found it oddly big inside and the seats were soft.
Once he was inside, he smiled at me.
"I'm not going to do anything without your consent." He said and I chuckled. "Let's introduce ourselves first." I said and a blush made its way to my cheeks.

"That's cute." He said at my flushed cheeks. "My name is David Rowley." I cleared my throat, and I felt myself slowly start to sober up. "The name's Babe." I said, I wasn't really proud of my name because it wasn't normal.
"Well Babe, may I?" He asked so nicely, his hand hovering over my exposed thigh. It was quiet in here and I lifted my leg to meet his rough hands which seemed to ignite little sparks.

He kissed my neck as if telling me he respected my boundaries. His hand massaged my thigh and then he kissed me on my mouth. I unbuttoned his shirt, feeling the strong male underneath it and let all my problems go away as I let him touch and please before letting go, riding on waves of pure bliss as people screamed 'Merry Christmas' in the background.

Few minutes later, we were kissing, by the door of his car. I'd admitted to him that I'd never released so quickly and he threw me a lopsided grin. I felt like I was swimming in clouds and I pulled his hand towards the club.
"I need to find my friend, Samantha." I said over the loud music and noticed some on his buttons on top were still loose and buttoned them up for him before winking.

He held my hand firmly, which I was thankful for and went to the barman, asking which way my crazy friend had gone. He said she was helped down by a man in a suit and went to one of the booths in the VIP section.

"I know where that is." He said and I nodded as he led the way upstairs. A bouncer was standing infront of the door. "Excuse me, my friend was seen being taken in there. I just want to talk to her." I told the humungous man. He just looked at me and I cast a look to David to stood up straight, reaching the height of the bouncer and spoke to him.

"We don't want any trouble. Just find the young lady in a black dress like this," he pointed to me. "And tell her that her friend is looking for her. He shrugged. "She came in her earlier, with a VIP member and left about an hour ago. Can't tell you where she went but I bet one of the car guards 'round back who parks the cars can tell you which direction."

"Thank you." I said and we made our way down the stairs again. The stairs were quiet which gave me some air to breath and to think.
"This isn't like her to ditch me, something's not right. I mean, even if I find out the owner of the car and where they went. I don't know how to get there. I'm stranded here on my own." I said, frowning deeply. David put a hand on my shoulder which calmed me down enough to give a sad smile.

"I can help you find your friend. She's clearly important to you and if it's not like her to something like this then the man she's with is dodgy." He said. "You don't even know me." I said and he gave a look. "I've seen enough of you to know you take good care of yourself. I wouldn't mind going out sometime. And - nevermind. Right now let's find your friend. " I was touch at his words but knew that I'd have to find Samantha first. Although, the thought of having sex with David again appealed to me and my body.

We found the car guards, dark guy with round glasses. An old man.
"Mr. Hernandez has been coming here for years. Today was the first time I've seen him with a girl. Thin little thing." He said. "You don't perhaps know where Mr. Hernandez stays? The young girl is my friend and I just want to know that she's okay." I said and the old man smiled.
"Everyone knows where he stays. He's a mafia leader. His penthouse apartment at Xavier square. That's his whole company."

I turned to David who thanked the old man and we returned to the car. We sat in silence before David turned the keys.
"Hernandez is the biggest competitor to my company. He isn't a nice man, which is why I'm not surprised it's him your friend is with." I nodded and began feeling uncomfortable in the short dress and tight thong I was in.

David nodded to the seat.
"Under there should be some spare clothes."
I mumbled a thanks and felt like covering up but David seemed too descent to try anything so I stripped, even my thong came off and slipped on a tracksuit pants that was slightly big for me and a plain tee.

"Merry Christmas." I said lowly and looked ahead as we neared the tall building in the distance.