We skip the long line of people waiting outside of the club and go straight to the two big buffed men
standing at the doors with a clipboard.

“Chrissy Johnston and a plus one.” She tells one of the men and winks.

“Come on through Ms Johnston and ….” The guy looks at me.

“Ms Maddison, Vanessa Maddison.” I announce myself to him, He writes my name next to Chrissy and
opens the door.

We walk through the new and packed out club Dynasty. Run up is playing by Major Lazer and it has the
dance floor is jam packed. The bar is no different. Chrissy grabs my hand and pushes us through the
crowd of people waiting to be served.

“Hey.” She yells waving one of the bartenders down.

He smiles and walks straight over to us ignoring the other people’s orders being yelled at him.

“Hi, what can I get you?” He winks and smiles at Chrissy.

Then like a blaze of lightening, Chrissy leans over the bar grabbing him by his shirt, and kisses him hard
on the lips. The barman doesn’t pull away, instead he leans in closer and deepens the kiss. The kiss lasts
a good minute before the cheering erupts at the other end of the bar. Chrissy pulls back and touches her
swollen lips with her fingers then breaks out a big smile.

“Two Rum and Cokes with two of your strongest shots.” She yells over at him.
The bartender makes our drinks and pours us two amber coloured shots placing them on the counter.

“I’ll make you a deal.” He smiles at Chrissy. “If you save me a dance I’ll give you this round for free.” His
eyes cloud with desire as he licks his lips; tasting her kiss all over again.

‘If you can get away from the bar I’ll give you as many dances as your fine ass can handle.” Chrissy blows
him a kiss.

He catches the air kiss and pockets it causing Chrissy to giggle like a damn school girl.

“Deal Beautiful.” He pushes the drinks forward.

We take our shots at the bar downing them in a single gulp. Then we pick up our Rums and make our
way over to the lounge area at the back and take a seat in the dim lighted booth.

“Really?” I look at Chrissy and laugh.
“Loosen up Nessa, we've flirted a few times on campus. He’s the one that got us on the list. I was.. just..
thanking him”
She turns her head and looks back at the bar.
The bartender looks up and she waves at him.

“So you actually know him then?” I ask surprised that she hasn’t mentioned him before.

“Yup, His names Conrad.” She sneaks another look at him.

“I’m planning on jumping his bones later tonight.” She laughs.

“I don’t think you even have to try hon, you got that one in the bag.” I shake my head laughing.

“I have to admit, even to myself… He’s built like a god damn power house. He might be a bit much for
me to handle.” She bites her bottom lip concerned.

“It’s better you trying to keep up in the bed then him.”We both burst out laughing.

She’s sent more than her fair share of men walking with their tails between their legs because they
aren’t compatible in bed with her. We finish our drinks in a fashionably quick manner then hit the dance
floor. Chrissy dances like a sultry love goddess trying to get Conrad’s attention. After an hour the DJ
plays Cake by Flo Rida and 99 Percent. We jump up and down excited because it’s our jam. We sway
waving our hands to the music looking like two drugged up lesbian hippies with sweat glistening off our
skin. Two guys approach us and start dancing and grinding up on us from behind. They smell of hard
liquor and look like two sleaze balls trying to get a quick fuck. I look at Chrissy and shes having trouble
trying to keep the man’s hands off her tits. Smacking them and pushing them off her every-time he
gropes them. The guy behind me starts to get rough pulling me into him forcefully rubbing his erection
against my ass. He nuzzles his nose through my hair breathing it in.

“You smell of strawberries soaked in vanilla.” His words slur in my ear and his breath is harsh, but
wickedly hot against my neck.

“Do you taste as good as you smell?” His hand comes up and squeezes my tit hard.
Oh hell no!
A sudden wave of red takes over me.

“Yes. Yes I do and No… you will not get the pleasure of finding out!”
I try to break away from him but his grip tightens. I look back at Chrissy and the sleaze ball behind her is
kissing her neck while she is desperately trying to break free. It's like no one on the dance floor wants to
get involved and help us. I lift my foot and forcefully stab the heel of my shoe into his toes until I hear a
small crunching sound. A low roar of pain erupts from him as he pushes me away. I turn around and
punch him squarely in the face making his nose bleed and he stumbles backwards before he hits the
ground cussing me out.

“You sleazy, grimy, piece of shit!” I yell at him as anger radiates off me.

I look over at Chrissy kicking the arse wipe who had his hands all over her. Conrad pulls her away from
him as the man lays on the floor curled up groaning in pain. I smile at the scene before me proud of my
best friend. Finally two huge buffed Security guard’s come barging through the crowd of people and
haul the men up onto their feet and start dragging them out of the club.

“Where the fuck were you cunts?" Conrad sneers at them.

"These two were practically getting raped on the dance floor you fucking clowns!”
Conrad flicks his wrist and droplets of blood fall from his knuckles.

Looks like he was keeping a close eye on Chrissy after all.
Conrad takes Chrissy’s hand and starts leading her off the dance floor. Chrissy snatches mine along the
way and drags me behind her. He leads us to the bar and tells the two men sitting on the bar stills in
front of his station to beat it, the men mutter something under their breaths and turn around to look at
Chrissy and myself. They look back at each other and smile before they get up.

“Ladies.” They say in unison.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” A low growl comes from Conrad.
“Now scram or I’ll really give the ladies something to look at?” Conrad straightens and looks as if he’s
just grown two feet taller while he rolls back his shoulders getting ready to dish out another ass whooping.
Both men look at us and shrug their shoulders lazily before turning and walking away.

Conrad slides himself back behind the bar and pours us a small glass of whisky adding a squirt of water before handing
them to us.

“Drink up, it will calm your nerves.” His voice is full of self-controlled anger.

We take the glasses and down the whisky in one long hit letting the liquor slide down our throats,
leaving a warm tingly feeling behind. I look at the time and notice its after 0ne in the morning, I turn to
Chrissy and tell her I’m off home.

“No... not yet Nessa. Stay a little longer with me please?” She pleads.
I reach over and pull her in for a quick hug.

“I wish I could but you know I have a class to teach and I need some rest if I’m going do my new Care
Bears any justice” She hugs me back with her lower lip pouting.

I roll my eyes and look at Conrad.

“You keep an eye on her you hear me.” He nods, while serving some bimbo looking at me with a snarky
look on her face.

I look her up and down rolling my eyes heaven ward and flip her the bird laughing as I walk out of the
club on unsteady feet. I walk towards the two buffed guard’s standing on each side of the doors.

“Hey, I hope you beat those two guys to a pulp the fucking scums.” I sneer.
They both look at each other and shake their heads.

“Sorry Miss. But no.” One of them says curtly staring back at me.

Can't say I’m not the least bit surprised at all. I just hope their next victim has a big bad ass boyfriend
who wont hesitate in putting their sorry asses in a hospital bed.

“Fucking pussies.” I scoff as I proceed towards my next adventure in Taxi hunting.
I see a taxi pull up at the taxi stand and rush over instantly regretting my attire for the night. Running in
heels is a damn hazard for all woman kind. I finally reach the taxi and open the door.

Shit..