Dusk began to fall, covering the world in wicked shadows.  The full moon showed bright, its beams shining, creating more ghostly penumbras. The street was completely pitch black, highlighted every so often by a dull nimbus of light from a streetlamp, seeming more to soak up the darkness than illuminate it.  Dark eyes looked up at its round glory of the moon before closing the blinds, returning to the relatively blinding light of the room.  Sighing she went back to getting ready.

The music was loud around her; one of her friends had turned it up as she was changing.  Sliding the black stocking just above her knees, skirt up her legs, smiling to herself at the feel of the material on her skin, making her squirm a bit, running her fingers up and down the blackness, rubbing it into her skin, she slowly moved to the beat, closing her eyes as the banter and chatter melted away in her mind. This place in her mind was a dark restful place, filled only with the beat of music and the feel of soft dark clothing, the hugging of her corset and the clinging of the stockings, the cool feeling sending a shiver all the way through down to her clit, which sent a bolt of pleasure up through her spine.  She wanted nothing more then to get lost in that beat, but her friends had other plans; their plan was to go to the bar for a little while then off to a club.

Her name rang sharp in her head causing her to open her eyes, nearly glaring at one of her best friends. 

“Earth to Teresa, is anyone home?”

“What do you want?”  The question was nearly growled out as she began to hook up the black corset top.

“Didn’t you hear anything we said?”  Her friend rolled her eyes as she leaned against the wall, a smirk on her red lips.  Pretending to think for a moment Teresa started to pull her braids out slowly. Her friends were good friends, but sometimes they could be such bimbos, all they wanted to do was shop or go out with these idiot boys.

“Nope… what did you say?”  Finishing she shook her head, once curly hair was full of waves, cascading around her face.

“We’ve all agreed, tonight you’re meeting someone new.”  Teresa raised an eyebrow at the statement.

“Hmmm and when was this consensus made?  When my mother was around?  That definitely sounds like something she used to say to me.”  She snorted and looked in the mirror as she slipped on her black thigh highs that reached just to the edge of her skirt, she wasn’t really worried about meeting a guy, but if she did she was on the pill anyway, not that she would have sex on the first date anyway, she was safe about this sort of thing.  Turning around several times she tightened the ribbon in back a little more and went to sit down.   She knew she looked just like some black bird of prey; every piece of clothing was black, the only other colour being the silver trimmings on her corset. She didn’t think that anyone thought she looked attractive, definitely none of the boys that her friends wanted her to meet, but in these clothes she felt sexy, she felt dark, and that aroused her.

Her friend went to speak and she stopped her.  “I don’t even want to hear, let’s just finish and have some fun.”  A wicked smirk curled up her lips as she slipped on her heels, at least she could have a few drinks