Chapter 1-Nightclub

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Foggy glass door slid open letting the steam escape as Isa came out, wrapped in a towel, her pace brisk, her tense muscles slowly relaxing from the hot shower but she still felt suffocated deep down, a faint irritation unknown where to vent. Gym and a relaxing bath failed to curb the negative feeling inside her so knowing the she is going to regret it later in tears she still decided to go out to party.  As the evil Isa suppressed the angel Isa, she went to the closet deciding to go party tonight and hopefully someone catches her eyes. Looking at her party outfits on the left side of the closet the slowly subsiding irritation bubbled up again remembering the pervert who thought it would be nice to grope her ass! That fucker! If he was that hungry he could have looked for a one night stand. Like heck! Its the 21st century! You could pick one night stands from pubs, apps or heck even call for a call girl! So many options! But still decides on groping someone! Doesn't he know what 'consent' means? Sexual harassing pig! Of course he got his wrist twisted and a nice kick to the jewels as gift.

But still these short skirts all reminded her of his greasy hands and the impulse to just grab a T-shirt and jeans grew which was stomped by her rationality. It's clear to her that she looks average so to attract high quality goods to her satisfaction she needs to dress up. Rummaging through the closet she found a short bling jumpsuit with a plunging neckline barely passing the criteria and a matching glittery black stilettos. Donning it on she passed on the jewelry opting for a watch and a simple bracelet and lightly curled her hair. To compensate for this she did an elaborate make up which took less time with her increasing practice. Throwing a lipstick, makeup remover, card, keys, condoms and some cash into the clutch she took one last look into the mirror and satisfied she locked the door and left in a cab because she is definitely going to drink.

 Throwing a lipstick, makeup remover, card, keys, condoms and some cash into the clutch she took one last look into the mirror and satisfied she locked the door and left in a cab because she is definitely going to drink

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