Jennifer was a bombshell to say the very least. With long blonde hair and legs that seemed to go on forever, it was no surprise that she turned the heads of virtually every man she passed on the way to the club. He short sequined dress, with a single shoulder strap, hugging her curves, added the effect and she loved all the attention she got.
With her were three of her best friends, Carrie, Abby and Mary. Carrie was shorter, but athletic. She had short brown hair and a thin figure. She’d been heavily into gymnastics in her high school days, and her much smaller breasts than her more ample companions did nothing to dampen the enthusiasm of male friends when they heard of her flexibility.
Abby was of Hispanic descent, with dark brown hair, with plenty of volume and length. She had a bit more padding on than her friends, but a comfortable amount, and her bubbly and jovial personality usually made her the center of attention.
Mary was a quite shy girl. Her red hair fell gracefully over shoulders her dress was a bit more flowing than her friends. She was attractive, there was no doubt, but lacked the confidence or charisma of her companions.
The group were heading to their regular Friday night club, a hot dark warehouse in the center of town. There were a few shady alleys and locations nearby but they’d never had any trouble, and the bouncers knew them all by now, so they felt safe.
The club was its usual crowded self, and the girls were tearing up the dance floor, turning the heads of most of the single guys in the room, and even a few of the non-single ones, much to the annoyance of their girlfriends.
Jennifer finally excused herself and sat herself down at the bar. Ordering a drink she waited for a while, when she noticed the gentleman next to her paying her a bit too much attention.
“I’m sorry, am I bothering you?” he said in a thick upper-class British accent.
“Yes” Jennifer replied bluntly. She turned her back to the man, but he kept up his questions.
“Forgive me but I thought with that beautiful dress you’d want a little attention.”
The man was no stranger to money clearly. His accent betrayed a wealthy upbringing and his suit was not cheap by any stretch. The bartender brought two drinks, one for each of them. He grabbed the drink and handed it to Jennifer, “I am sorry, my name is Mike, I’m heading off now but…” he dug in his pocket as he put the drink down, “…call me.” He rested a business card on the table. “trans-pharmaceuticals” was the company, but it was only a passing interested to Jennifer. She picked up the card and stuffed into her purse before taking the drink and downing it in a single gulp. The man smiled as he watched her strut back onto the dance floor. The glass still had the remnants of the pill within it, and he softly rubbed the bag of 3 more in his pocket. “Call me” he muttered to himself as he got up to leave.
Jennifer continued to bump and grind, enjoying the night as if it were any other. She and her friends had been on the floor for no more than a few minutes after she’d got back when Jennifer began to feel a bit odd. She dismissed it at first but something was definitely not right.