Free Restless (Drunk Girl's Fantasies Short Story One) by Lily Evans

RESTLESS
    I knew one day that drinking was going to get me into a shitload of trouble and boy was I right.  I’ve done some crazy stuff in my life, especially when I’ve been loaded up with top-shelf tequila, but this was the craziest, the worst, and the most embarrassing.  And no matter what I thought of my friends, I never thought that they would hold me to something that was done after one too many shots. 
    Never. 
    Boy was I wrong.
    I shared way too much with my best buds and they took full advantage.  They wanted me to get out of my shell after a crappy year of break-ups and loss of job promotion, etc. etc.  I just wanted to be numb for the night. 
    And this is where it gets me…
    “ Girl, you have to get out there now.”  Hailie pokes her head through the curtain near the side of the stage and adds, “The crowd’s getting restless.”
    “None of you told me that when I wrote this down on a piece of paper that I would be dancing around a stripper pole in the busiest club in Nashville.”  I hiss through clenched teeth, the color high on my cheeks.  I glance down at the miniscule bra/skirt thingy I’m being somewhat forced to parade around in in public.  It’s gorgeous and it better be, it cost me a bloody fortune and it took me two weeks to finally pick something out.  A sheer black ruffled bodice with deep red ribbons, trim, a matching sheer ruffled thong and fuck- me shoes.  Five inch black patent leather one inch platform glittery strappy sandals that I can barely stand in let alone dance on a stage and swing from a pole.  Basically I’m naked, which is not acceptable.
    At least not normally. 
    Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare at my two best friends suddenly second-guessing everything.  Life, love, pole dancing, and most of all, tequila.  I’m beginning to think that it’s spawned from the devil himself, along with my damn friends.
    “You’re the one that wrote it on your slip of paper.”  And just in case I forgot, Hailie holds up that same said slip of paper and waves it delightedly in front of my face.  I roll my eyes.  Other than cursing loudly and drawing more undo attention to myself, that’s about all I can think of.  She lifts her brow in amusement.  “So don’t go blaming me, chica.”
    My nostrils flare slightly as I purse my lips, which is only turning my lacquered mouth into a more enticing picture.  “Why do I have to go first?” 
    “Number one, Georgia’s fuck fest pick is out of town right now and number two, I’m working up my nerve.”
    I snort. 
    Georgia’s eyes travel to my ample breast so I glance down to observe a generous amount of my cleavage and puckered nipples showing through the sheer fabric.  “You’re turned on by the whole thing already.”  Why she feels the need to bring that up is beyond me. 
    I blink and squirm.  I’ll deny with my last dying breath that the sheer material between my legs is soaking wet.  “Am not ya bitches.”  I tug on my might-as-well-not-be-there skirt, but to no avail.  My ass is still hanging out for all the world to see.
    Hailie releases her grip on the curtain with a chuckle.  “You promised us that once you finished your lessons, you would do a dance in front of a real crowd.  Not just in front of a bunch of homemakers trying to add a little excitement to their lives bitch.”
    “ Ohmygod!”  Leaning down with my hands on my knees with my head practically between my legs I take several deep breaths feeling sure that I’m going to pass out at any second.  Rising up quickly, I get a little dizzy but right myself with outstretched arms as if I’m on a balance beam.  “I can’t do it.”
    “Yes you can, Ash,” Hailie encourages.  “You can do anything you want.”
    “You’re not just doing this for you, you’re doing this for all us,” Georgia pipes in encouragingly.  She reaches out and grabs for one of my hands, squeezing it tightly with her red-tipped talons.  “Just