Mia's POV
There is a very thin line between aiming to look nice to get a guy's attention and wearing the sluttiest outfit to the club. I'm so close to the latter, all thanks to my crazy sister who simply wants me to go naked to the club tonight. She didn't bother taking me to my room because she knows I don't know any outfit that could be worn to a club. I'm more of a workaholic and I've been trying to save our family from going bankrupt, I have little to no time for clubbing and partying. Yet she finds it so easy to tease me always and call me a party pooper and a fun-sponge. She has no idea that I'm planning on losing my V-card tonight. Hell, she doesn't even know that I'm still a virgin. If she did, she certainly won't be asking me to put on this slutty outfit to the club tonight, rather she would personally set me up with a cute and irresistible guy and I'll be persuaded to accept her kind offer because to Carrie being a virgin is simply a crime against the vagina. One time I overheard her chatting with a friend and I shuttered at her naughty words,
"The vagina should never be starved, it needs steady action, it should be ravished daily." She had said confidently. Trust me, I have nothing against having sex with your partner when you have the urge, but Carrie is simply insane. She is just a sex freak, a party queen, and funny enough, these are the same reasons why I adore her. I love her positive energy and I'm so lucky to have her as a sister. But I'm certainly not leaving this house, barely clad.
"I'm not wearing that! You can see my fucking nipples through this flimsy outfit!"
"Oh come on, Carrie! My ass cheeks are almost peeking out of this one."
"What the Hell, Carrie! That's my vagina out there, I can see the line of my vagina through this one. It is an open invitation to all the guys in the club to hit on me. I might as well be wearing a FUCK ME sign on my forehead." I retorted, staring at myself in front of the mirror in horror. I keep rejecting every outfit she chose for me, and it's getting her frustrated.
"How on earth are you my, Sister Mia?" she sighed in frustration, bringing her palm to her forehead.
"I want to have fun and pay Riley back for crushing my heart, at the same time, I still have to preserve my dignity. You don't want me on the front page of some newspaper or some blogs, do you?" I asked her. More like yelled out in her face, I don't really know. I'm still feeling a bit tipsy from the drinks we took at the bar downtown. But Carrie seems fine, she looks sober, you would never believe that she was with me in that bar.
"Stop being such a prude! If want to have mad fun tonight, then you have to do exactly what I say. Trust me, I can make you the life of the party, I will make you so hot and irresistible and every guy would be better to buy you a drink tonight. We would give the bloggers so much to write about you, and soon enough, Riley would get the message too." She winked at me, making me pout and smile at the same time. Her energy is very contagious, she sure knows how to get to me and make me do exactly what she wants. If only she knows that I'm going to be getting more than just a drink from any guy I meet at that club tonight.
"Fine, you win!
Just don't make me look like a freaking slut." I huffed. She squinted disapprovingly, but with one puppy face she was sold and she switched back to her giggling, happy self. After rummaging through her stuff for another few minutes, she squealed excitedly as she holds out a red dress to me. She had this mischievous glint in her eyes and I know that she is up to no good. I eyed her suspiciously as I accepted the dress and straightened it out to view it properly.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No, Carrie, I'm certainly not wearing this."
"Yes, you are. It's the perfect dress and it suits your skin tone. Come on, try it on." She let out excitedly, ignoring the displeasure on my face.
"Are fucking insane?
It's, strapless and open at the back, it's… it's…"
"Stop whining and put it on already, Mia. I'm not rummaging through my wardrobe for you again, I'm freaking exhausted!
It's this gown, Mia! or we cancel clubbing tonight!" she asserted firmly, leaving me no other choice but to try it out. Gosh, I can't believe that she is threatening to cancel clubbing tonight, she can a bitch sometimes. Dad is fixing a lunch date with the Osborne's tomorrow, I only have tonight to lose my V-card to a total stranger. If wearing this ridiculous outfit will get me what I want tonight, then I'm game.
"Oh, my God!
Mia, you are so beautiful!" Carrie squealed in excitement as I put on the dress and stood in front of the mirror. It's a red strapless bodycon dress with a deep V-neck that shows a lot of cleavages. Funny enough, it matches my skin tone as Carrie mentioned and it matches my red thong and bra as well. The opening at the back stops above my ass while the gown's length stops right below my ass, leaving nothing to the imagination. One wrong movement would give everyone a good view of my full round ass and my red thong. It perfectly accentuates the contours of my shape, and it looks kind of slutty, but I love, I fucking love it. It feels so good on my skin, so soft and it's both appealing and captivating.
"Fine, I'll wear it because you asked me nicely," I affirmed after staring at my image for a good few minutes. She squealed in excitement as she went in search of a pair of pumps to go with my gown.
"I knew you'd like it. Girl, you are so hot, I can't wait to see you grinding and whining on the dance floor." She let out in excitement, pulling me over to her vanity table to get my makeup done. She used a moisturizer and primer before applying the foundation. She blended the foundation perfectly, then applied a concealer to the areas where it is needed, making my skin appear more natural and glowing. I did the highlighting and contour myself, then I let her do my eye makeup, she applied an eye shadow, blending it to make my eyes pop out and give it that smoky look. After finishing with the eyeliner, she applied a bright red lipstick, covering the entirety of my lips. By the time he was done, I have full makeup on, and Gosh, I look amazing. I picked up black pumps and a matching purse and I smiled at the mirror as I gazed at my beauty, I could be a supermodel if I set my heart to it, I have all the right curves, I have a full round ass and my boobs are full and plump. You could say that I have the perfect hourglass shape, but I never pay attention to my looks. I'm always working so hard and I have no time for myself at all. If only I paid a little attention to my physical appearance, maybe Riley would not have cheated on me.
"Why the grumpy face?
Come on Mia, you look amazing. I've never seen you look this cute in my whole life. You deserve the best, Mia. You deserve to be happy and that is what tonight is all about. So take off that gloomy face, tonight is all about having fun and getting you laid." She muttered softly, making me gulp down saliva as I got reminded of what I was about to do. I let out a soft chuckle, trying to hide my nervousness. I know she was only teasing me, but I'm getting nervous by the minute and I know I'll soon develop cold feet, so I left her to get ready and I went downstairs to pour myself a shot of bourbon.
I can feel my determination crumbling by the minute, if we don't leave now, I could change my mind and call it off. The idea of giving my innocence to a complete stranger is appalling and I'm beginning to have second thoughts about it. I guess it's because the alcohol is wearing off, I'm beginning to have the same thoughts again.
No, not tonight!
I took a few more shots of bourbon, trying to get more intoxicated. Right on cue, my phone vibrated with a message from my mom, reminding me of our appointment with the Osborne's tomorrow. That was enough to get me upset and rekindle my determination. It said that the Osborns have changed the terms of the contract, but I didn't bother going through it, I simply deleted it and I drowned myself with Alcohol while I waited for Carrie.
"Go easy on the booze, Mia. You don't want to get drunk before we even arrive at the club, do you?" She let out sternly as she walked down the stairs in a black dress that looks more slutty than my red dress.
"Ha… Ha… Ha…," very funny. We both know that I have a high tolerance for alcohol, I don't go clubbing frequently, but I'm pretty sure that I can hold my booze better than you and you know it." I retort.
"Everyone has a limit and you are so close to yours. Now get your ass off that seat." She reprimanded me jokingly as she helped me up and we both walked out to her red Porsche.
"Whoa!!!
Yeah!!!
Let's do this!" I kept screaming excitedly as Carrie drove us to the club.
"I'll suggest you save your energy for the club it'll serve you better when we get there." She joked, giggling along with me.
"This is it, girl. This is Avalon and it is the best club in town." She let out excitedly as she chose a spot and parked the car.
"Avalon?
What the hell is Avalon and how are we supposed to get in?" I asked in dismay as I stared at the long queue outside the huge building that has an Avalon signpost at the top.