“Hey Barbie, can I be your Ken?” a weak pickup line from a short man made me laugh. It wasn’t the first time a guy referred to me as Barbie.
“How about you buy me and my friends a round of shots, then call it a night?” I replied as I bopped his nose.
He knew I was out of his league, but I gave him props for trying.
While attempting to get the bartender's attention, Tiffany shouted over the music, “Why aren’t we at a table?”
“Because I don’t want anyone to know I’m here,” I shout back. “I just want to have fun before Alfie gets here without a thousand eyes on me.”
“Umm, that’s not possible,” Natasha replied. “There’s a reason why guys refer to you as Barbie.”
I laugh at the reference and try to be modest, “I don’t look like Barbie.”
“You’re right; Barbie has blue eyes and not green. What a shame.”
Tiffany said, “If those long legs and blonde hair don’t scream Barbie, then I don’t know what does. Pair that with big tits, and you got yourself a Bethany DeCarlo.”
“Ladies,” Alfie appeared with a friend around his age. “This is Mark. Mark, this is Bethany, Natasha, and Tiffany.”
I’ve never seen Alfie hang out with anyone besides the fellas, but it felt good to know he had a life outside the lifestyle. Maybe there’s hope for him after all.
“How does it feel to drink legally now?” I shouted over the music.
“Not as fun,” Alfie shouted back, “Something about doing things against the law is always more exciting.”
“Boys will be boys,” Natasha laughed.
“Our table is set up on the second floor,” Alfie motioned for us to follow.
The club's second floor was open in the middle so that you can look down onto the dance floor. It was a bit quieter and more secluded.
“I’ve never seen you around,” I said to Mark, who stood beside me at the railing, looking down onto the first floor.
“I go to college out of state,” he replied. “I try to visit every once in a while.”
“How do you know Alfie?”
“We met in one of the foster homes. We kept in touch. I’m graduating and have no job. Alfie said he would hook me up with something.”
“What exactly is he able to hook you up with?” Alfie had no outside connections aside from my brother.
“Honestly, I don’t care. My student loans aren’t going to wait for me to get a good job to start paying them.”
I nodded my head. “Well, good luck.”
“Let’s dance!” Natasha pulls me away and drags us onto the dance floor.
It wasn’t long before men swarmed us. I was enjoying myself as I swayed to the music; a pair of hands grabbed my waist from behind me and pulled me toward their body as they grind against me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw it was an average-looking guy. Finding someone taller than you to dance with wasn't easy when I wore my high heels—I was already tall. To see the man fit my body to his perfectly made me flashback to the sex party, which shot a thrill through me. Grinding against him got more intense as the music played. I shut my eyes, picturing that night. His hands were on my hip, keeping me attached to his body. His head nuzzled against my ear as my head fell back onto his shoulder. One of his hands slowly moved down my thigh toward the hem of my dress. A crowd of people surrounded us. I wasn’t sure who noticed, but at the same time, I didn’t care. It felt good having someone touch me rather than use my vibrator. His hand went up my dress, creeping toward my core, but before his finger could even touch the surface, I felt his body completely ripped away from me.
It was instant and unexpected that I lost my balance and fell onto the floor. Annoyed, I look up and find Emilio glaring down at me. The man I was dancing with wasn’t even in sight. He grabbed me by the arm and hoisted me to my feet without a word, dragging me off the dance floor. Taken to the back private room area, demanding the few people to leave, Emilio didn’t let his grip go until we were alone and out of sight.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Bethany?”
“What does it look like?” I spat out, “Having fun. Like any other normal person.”
“You’re not just a normal person,” Emilio replied, looking at me from head to toe. “You’re dressed like a prostitute.”
“It’s the same thing every girl in here is wearing.”
