The doors to the elevator closed, after which Betty shuffled her breasts, and Lara blatantly pulled her panties out of her ass.
“Charming,” Harper said.
“What? I’m not going to do it while I’m out there.”
“So what’s the plan? You two going to find men to go home with tonight?”
“Pretty much. If I’m lucky, it won’t take too long,” Betty said. “I want to prove that Billy’s cock was subpar. He thought a woman could orgasm by dick alone.”
Harper covered her ears. “This is too much for my tender ears.”
“You should be happy. We’re saving you,” Lara said.
“Yeah, your virgin self will never have to deal with two-stroke boys. The kind that don’t know what they’re doing. Have you used the vibrator we’ve gotten you?” Betty asked.
“I’m not talking about this with you. Not now, not ever.” Her cheeks heated as her friends stared at her.
“You want to press it against your clit, and relax, Harp. You’re too uptight.” Lara was trying not to laugh as she talked.
“You’re doing this on purpose. I’m here, aren’t I?”
“The key is to have fun. If you see a guy wanting you, let him take you.” This came from Betty.
“I’m not screwing some random guy.”
Before Betty and Lara could say anything, the elevator doors pinged open.
“Try not to look guilty about having a fake ID,” Betty said, whispering against her ear.
“Fine. Fine.” Harper didn’t know how to not look guilty. She was breaking the law, but her two friends wouldn’t be without her tonight.
They could have gone to a nice restaurant, or done something else, but still, they wanted to go out and party. The guard at the door watched Betty with hunger in his eyes.
“You’ve scored there,” Harper said.
“Sh.”
Rolling her eyes, Harper followed her friends.
“Hello, ladies,” the bouncer said.
“Hey, handsome. We’re looking for some fun tonight, and heard this was a good place,” Betty said, stepping forward.
Yep, Harper was going to end up going home alone tonight. Why she even tried was beyond her. She hoped she wouldn’t have to listen to Betty and Lara getting it on seeing as they lived in the same apartment.
Minutes passed, and finally the doors were opened toward the nightclub.
“Save me a dance,” he said.
“Sure thing.”
H
arper didn’t even need her ID. The loud music caused her to frown.
“You’ll get used to everything,” Lara said.
“I need a drink.”