A Touch of Heaven Read Online Free

let's go already!"
    Paige heard Amy's voice boom through her
apartment. The biggest part of the afternoon consisted of getting
dressed and primped to perfection and they were all ready for The
Pleasure Dome.
    Well, everyone but Paige.
    She stood in front of her
mirror, debating on her choice of dress. One look into Paige's
closet almost gave Heather a heart attack. She'd insisted on giving
Paige something risqué to wear.
    She'd spent over an hour looking through
Heather's vast collection of designer clothes and finally decided
on a light blue halter dress.
    The dress wasn't something she would
normally wear but Kim's earlier comment touched a nerve. She knew
most of her clothes were simple and looked more sophisticated than
anything someone her age should own, but she was far from virginal.
And she would prove it, if it killed her.
    She turned to the left, trying to see the
back of her dress before turning a complete circle. The dress was
backless; the front cut low and emphasized her breasts. She tried
for the tenth time to get the material to cover more with no luck.
Her breasts looked ready to pop out at any second. She sighed
before shaking her head.
    She ran her hands down the front of her,
watching the material glitter in the lights from her room. The
dress had an almost metallic look to it and every time the light
caught it, it shimmered like small diamonds littered the surface.
It hung to mid-thigh and the skirt flared just enough to soften the
whole look. Ultra-high strappy high-heels finished the look and
made her legs look twice their length.
    Giving her hair another toss to shake out
some of the curls, she gave herself one last look before making her
way to the living room. She spun on her heels before posing for the
group.
    "Well, what do you think?" she asked.
    "Oh, look who's getting her naughty on now!"
Heather said smiling big.
    Paige almost blushed when the girls all
whistled and shouted for her.
    "You look fantastic, Paige."
    "You don't think it's too… `I'm a ho, take
me home'?"
    "Of course it is," Meg said, grinning.
"That's why it's perfect."
    Paige giggled along with the others. "Well,
what are we waiting on?"
    Amy made a small whoop sound before
saying, "Salty goodness, here we come!"

    * * *

    The atmosphere inside the Pleasure Dome was
unlike anything the girls had ever experienced. They walked into
the building and were met with silence… until they took the
stairs.
    The music started in a low steady beat,
getting louder the further into the club they walked. By the time
they reached the top of the stairs where the main stage sat, the
techno beats blasted so loud they could barely hear each other
talking. It thumped in their chests, the sound coming from every
corner of the room.
    Their gazes took in all the sights around
them. The low lighting made it hard to see anything except the
stage. Bright lights blazed on the dancer currently performing and
gasps were heard from the girls when they got their first look at
the half-naked men The Pleasure Dome offered. The only other men in
the entire building were those who worked there, all wearing
nothing more than what looked like a painted on pair of black
spandex pants.
    They were all beautiful. Hard sculpted
muscles and warm smiles were thrown their way and the girls giggled
in response. A very large, bare-chested man named Jett led them to
a table right up front next to the stage. He smiled and flirted
with them all before taking their drink orders and telling them to
enjoy the show.
    Paige looked around the room, amazed at what
she saw. Women were everywhere. They were standing along the front
of the stage, holding their hands high with a "tip" to offer to the
current dancer. More women were sitting at the small tables
scattered around the room while others hung around the bar. Almost
all of them were screaming as the man of the moment strutted his
stuff on stage.
    "I can-not believe this place!" Megan
yelled, trying to be heard over the roar of