I ran the hot tap and laced the bath with bubbles. I slipped off my clothes and slid down into the comfort of the warm soapy water and for once I felt remarkably relaxed. Henry was gone, for fourteen whole days and I felt a sense of release. Like a restrictive weight had been lifted from me. For those next fourteen days I could be simply Evie, no pretences, just me.
I walked into my closet skimming through the rails of conservative dresses. Nothing really captured my mood. They were pretty, but nothing sexy, nothing empowering. Henry loved me to look classy, classy being covered from head to toe, with not an ounce of sexual appeal. Well as he isn’t here I am going to wear what I want to. Feeling defiant I moved the shoe boxes of old photographs and there is was. My black cocktail dress that I had hidden waiting patiently for its comeback. Hell yeah, I was going to enjoy wearing this.
I slipped it over my head and as I looked in the mirror I felt sexy and empowered. It clung to my body in all the right places. Although it was very fitted it was still very tasteful. It fell to my knee and had a one shouldered neckline. My cleavage and legs may have been covered but the contours of my body were on show, not leaving much to the imagination. For one night I was going to dress how I wanted to. I knew Henry would drag me back in the house and make me change if he saw me in this, but he wasn’t here. So tuff shit. And I needed this. I needed control over myself. Even if it was for fourteen short days.
I slipped on my five inch Emerald green Gucci stilettos and closed the door behind me, tonight was going to be my night.
The atmosphere of smoke consumed my lungs; the smell of alcohol was overwhelming. I walked slowly down the stairs one by one in to the dimly lit underground room. Music was pounding and the vibrations from the base could be felt through my body. Everything about this club was what I needed. A tropical themed bar covered in bamboo and frangipanis ran along the length of the left hand side of the room. Cocktail menus rested along the bar with exotic fruits placed intermittently between piles of freshly gleaming glassware along the back wall. I edged my way through the bodies of suited men and women in dressed in attire which all had the same theme. High hemlines and low necklines. Every delectable bachelor had at least two women lingering anxiously on their arms. Listening to their every word, trying to sound impressed, using their wide vocabulary of ooohs and ahhhs from their heavily glossed lips.
This was the downfall of coming to an exclusive London nightclub. Women were ushered through the doors as long as they seemingly had the right appearance for the club. Whereas men had to be influential, powerful or wealthy to be allowed through the doors. This only concluded to a dangerous mix of women trying to find themselves a rich man to fill them with five hundred pound bottles of champagne.
As I edged through the clusters of people I saw Alexis standing with Jake. Jake was one of Lex’s oldest friends, he was boisterous and charming with one hell of a sense of humor. The only downfall with Jake, he was a male slut. Anything with legs and tits he would leave with, fuck, disappear and never call them again. Typical testosterone fuelled lust fucking.
Her arms swung around me. “Yay Evie, you made it” Air kissing my cheeks.
“Happy Birthday Lex!”
“I know, I’m a proper grown up! I can drink even drink in America now, how cool is that.” She looked around curiously “Where is Henry?”,
“Don’t ask”. I offered bluntly hoping she would take the hint and leave it there.
“Hey Jake.” I turned and offered him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Looking very sexy Evie, if you weren’t with Henry I so would,” He winked.
It was so cringe worthy but Jake just exuded charm that you couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Well I sooo wouldn’t, so that wouldn’t get you very far now would it.” I returned to him, flashing a winning wink back.
“Such a heart breaker” He pulled a pathetic attempt of a frown.
“Where is everyone else Lex?” I glanced around just double checking that I wasn’t being oblivious.
“Luce is on her way here with Travie, Callum, Mitch and Connor”.
“Wow, that’s a choice of men for you tonight eh Lex” I giggled as she flushed red.
Lex had always had a thing for Callum but had refused to surrender to temptation. She saw him as no better than Jake and refused to get involved with anything one that thought with his dick.
“Ha very funny, our table downstairs is nearly ready then we can go. I have some buffet food coming out in an hour or so.” She looked at me, her brows frowning, “and I suggest you eat something before you start drinking, we know what a lousy drunk you are.”
Jake let out a snigger and Lex chimed in with her girlish giggles.
“I am not that bad, come on.” I whined.
“Whatever you say sis, whatever you say.”
We made our way downstairs to the lower floor after we had been informed that Lex’s private booth was ready. I had already had one strawberry daiquiri and I swear I already felt tipsy, not that I was going to inform Lex or Jake of that. They would only rip the piss out of me. I don’t think they are ever going to let me forget that night.
So what if I go completely shitfaced on three glasses of wine, skipped down Clapham High street, got my heel stick in a drain and took the drain away with me, clipping myself in the leg, gashing it open and ending up in hospital needing nine stitches. Happens to everyone once in their life?
The room was crowded with bodies as they moved to the music in such close proximity. Extravagant arm movements swinging through the ultraviolet glare of the lights. A sense of sexual tension engulfing the floor.
The Hawaiian theme continued on this level. Though this area had far more of an underground club feel to it. With the dance floor taking centre placement, booths circled it allowing the men to focus of the centralised dancing female forms. I squeezed through the damp bodies hand in hand with Lex. I must have lost count of how many times my ass was grabbed, no doubt Jake being the main culprit. As we broke through to the other side of the dance floor we arrive at our booth. Black leather cushioned seating with fishbowls full of alcohol on the table. We shifted around the booth when I went to pour a glass from the fishbowl. Lex grabbed my hand.
“No you don’t, not until you have eaten.”
“Seriously Lex, anyone would think you were the older sister.” I sulked hoping she would change her mind. Yep, that wasn’t working.
“Hey Evie” I stood up to kiss Lucy on the cheek, “This is Travie” she indicated to the guy standing on her left very demurely with her eyes. Not that she had to; I would have picked it up by the way he had his arm slung around her shoulders. So this was her completely fuckable best night ever man, I giggled to myself.
I reached out my hand, “nice to meet you Travie”.
“You too”. He was very handsome with dark brown eyes, almost jet back hair and a golden glow to his skin.
“Nice.” I whispered into Lucy’s ear.
“You know Callum and this is Mitch. They are in the band with Travie.” Luce continued.
“Callum knows Travie?” I questioned.
“Yeah, small world hey.” She pulled a clueless face.
Callum was Callum, not as much of a womaniser as Jake but he had his fair share of skirt. He was completely infatuated with Lex, but she wasn’t having any of it. He had sandy blond hair with pretty blue eyes. He was the ‘pretty boy’ out of all of the guys; really, he modeled in the Burberry Brit campaigns and for YSL.