Flash Bang
Avery Sam
Flash Bang
by Avery Sam
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Jasmin
Cinderella Story
Awakened
Opportunity Knocks
Showtime
The Place
Makeout
Juicy Fantasy
Trial Run
Invitations
On a Wednesday Night
A True Goddess
Insta Trouble
Old-Fashioned
Go-Go
Private Ecstasy
Flopping Around
Chemistry Calculations
Madyson and Company
Ladies’ Room
Becoming a Goddess
A Mother’s Love
Braxton Country Club
Skinnydipping
Her Special Spot
Jasmin’s Revenge
A Sporting Mood
Beefcake Icing
Art House
Cold Bitch
Chilled Euphoria
Not Like Other Girls
Wardrobe Dysfunction
Equations
Break Down
Hot Water
Foam Party
Vertical
Just a House
Laying Out
Pool Party
Tight Circles
Confessions
Peaches and Cream
Deviation
In Flagrante Delicto
Spinoff
Lookout Point
Bad Connection
Unfinished Business
Tequila Shots
Sweet Girl
Yoga Pants
Clubbing Superstar
Pulse
Notch
Honey
Everything Straight
The Greek Tiger
Wifey Material
More Feminine
In the Cream
Adult Decisions
Plenty of Fluids
Hero
Misaligned
Breakdown
Blinded
Not Tonight
Wolf
The Forbidden Name
Education
Where I Belong
Jasmin
I know this might seem a bit cliche, but getting accepted into college was the greatest thrill of my life.
My poor Daddy was so proud of me that he cried a tear before turning away from me and pretending that he'd gotten something in his eye.
But all that excitement quickly soured once I actually arrived on campus. For one thing, the dorms were full, leaving me at the mercy of the college's housing algorithm, which paired me up with Briana, a sophomore, in a modest two-bedroom apartment a few blocks away.
I guess it was my small-town naïvety that made me gush when I met Briana as I was taken away by her bountiful blonde curls, well-endowed figure, and trendy clothes.
But she took an instant dislike to me, telling me that the algorithm had made some kind of mistake in assigning her a roommate, especially one with such a dowdy and out-of-date wardrobe.
I did my best to get along with her, I really did. But she seemed to find it her life's mission to taunt me about everything, including my accent, what I ate, my conservative upbringing, and especially the way that I dressed.
She made a special point of bragging to me about her boyfriend Camden, supposedly one of the hottest guys on campus, who was madly in love with her because she treated him like a "real woman," whatever that meant.
I figured it was best to avoid her as much as I could, so I found myself sneaking off to the library every night even when it probably would've been more comfortable to study in my room.
As hard as it was to keep up with my studies, what really sapped my spirit was not having any kind of social life. It truly felt like everyone on campus was having the time of their lives except me.
One evening, everything came to a head when it started raining so I decided to forego the long walk across campus and write my biology paper at home.
Briana, like some kind of bloodhound, sniffed out that I was in my room, and she barged in to yell at me about eating the cheesecake that she had left in the refrigerator, although I had done no such thing.
"I'm warning you, Abigail!" waggling her finger at me as she shouted. "I'm going out to meet my boyfriend now, but if I find that you ate any more of my food when I get home, I'm going to kick your scrawny little ass."
As I always do when I'm nervous, I clutched the cross pendant on my Momma's necklace, the only tangible reminder I have left of her.
"I didn't eat your cheesecake, Briana," I said, doing my best to not let my anger show. "I heard you moving around the kitchen late last night. You probably ate it yourself then and just forgot."
"How dare you, twerp!" said Briana. "Are you trying to insinuate that I'm fat?"
"What? No," I said.
"Because Camden thinks I'm beautiful," said Briana. "In fact, he calls me his beautiful princess. Of course, an ugly frog like you wouldn't know anything about that."
"Why do you have to be so mean?" I said, fighting to hold back tears. "What did I ever do to you?"
"You're ugly, and you're stupid," said Briana. "I can barely stand to look at you. And no guy is ever going to want you."
"No, that's not true," I said even as the trembling in my voice betrayed the fact that I feared she was right.
Despite my Daddy doing his best, I'd just never figured out the secret of boys. Every day, I lamented the fact that my Momma was taken from me right when I needed her advice the most.
"Yes, it is, frog face," said Briana. "You better get used to being a virgin for the rest of your life!"
Whether it was me missing my Momma so much at that moment or the pain of hearing Briana's taunting words, I simply couldn't take it anymore.
I barged past Briana and went running out into the night, my chest heaving as tears flowed down my face. Blindly, I ran and I ran, not caring where I went as long as it was far away from that spiteful bitch and her words that seemed to cut deep into my very soul.
The rain was really pouring down, and it wasn't long before I felt myself gripped by a deathly chill and my dress was soaked to the skin.
Confused and lost, I somehow stumbled my way into a back alley in a part of town that I didn't recognize. Frantically, I looked for someplace to get out from under the rain and warm up, but all I could see were overflowing dumpsters and a few shards of broken glass on the ground.
And it was then that I saw the door. It was an unmarked metal door with a small latch. I had no idea where it led to, but I pulled it open, hoping I could at least get out of the rain.
To my utter surprise, however, when I stepped inside, I was immediately assaulted by the sound of music being played at high volume. I was in a short hallway, the walls rather grimy to the touch, and I caught glimpses of graffiti along one side, but it was too dark to see much.
It certainly wasn't a pleasant place to be in, but at least I was dry. And my curiosity about the source of that loud music propelled me to keep moving forward.
At the end of the hallway, I saw that it branched in two directions, and I turned left to follow the music. A few steps later, I was nearly bowled over by two young women who were too busy laughing and chatting to pay any attention to me.
Cautiously, I continued to proceed forward, and then I was nearly blinded after I rounded the corner and was hit by flashing lasers that were moving in sync with the rhythm of the bass notes that I could feel in my skull.
After a moment, my eyes adjusted, and that's when I saw that I was standing on the edge of a large space packed with hundreds of young people dancing and gyrating to the lights and music.
Even an inexperienced small-town girl like myself knew that I was looking at a nightclub.
Judging by the fashionable clothes that everyone was wearing, this was a place populated by trendy and cool people, worlds away from anything I'd ever known.
I probably had my mouth hanging open for several minutes as I stared at the sexy and revealing dresses that many of the girls wore while also admiring the chic, sophisticated outfits that the guys had on.
I was only jolted out of my reverie when this young and impossibly handsome young man wearing a tight button-up shirt approached me, a big smile on his face. But I couldn't understand a word of what he was saying due to the music.
"What?" I said, shouting at the top of my lungs.
"I said, I love that dress," said the guy, his mouth just inches from my ear. "You look so hot!"
That time, I understood the words, but it took my mind a minute or so to process that he was being serious.
"Really?" I said once my brain kicked into gear.
"Yeah!" said the young man, flashing me a thumbs-up as his eyes raked over my body, causing an unexpected shiver of pleasure to run down my spine.
Looking down, I saw that my simple little dress from Target had become molded to my body, my breasts sharply outlined by the wet fabric, my bare shoulders glistening in the laser light.
I let out a little gasp but then remembered that I was no longer in my hometown, and half the girls in the club were wearing more revealing outfits than what I had on.
"Um, thanks!" I shouted back to the young man, doing my best to look as though I were used to receiving such flattering comments.
"What's your name?" said the young man, once again leaning in close to my ear, and this time I caught a whiff of a lovely masculine smell mixed with a high-dollar cologne, a combination that got my heart racing.
Reflexively, I was about to tell him my real name when I realized that simple little Abigail who had never once been approached by an attractive young man had no chance of ever being allowed into such a trendy and cool place as this.
"Jasmin," I said, the name coming from somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind.
But the instant I said it, I knew it was right. It had the sexy allure befitting a hot young woman who went out to nightclubs and chatted up good-looking guys.
"Very nice to meet you," said the young man, this time his mouth so close to my ear that I could feel his breath on me, which sent another jolt racing down my spine.
And that was the night that Jasmin was born, changing my life forever.
Cinderella Story
When I got back to the apartment that night, there was no sign of Briana, thankfully.
I supposed she was out with her "amazing" boyfriend Camden, whom I'd never actually seen. But I was too excited about what had happened at the club to think much about that.
I'd only stayed a few minutes longer after that handsome guy had come up to talk to me. But it had all still been such a magical experience.
Never in a million years could I have imagined that getting caught in the rain would transform me into a cool girl that guys were attracted to. I savored every second of that memory, but I knew it had all been a fluke, a once-in-a-lifetime thing never to be repeated.
Or had the whole thing been a key to unlocking a new path forward for my life?
After all, I was in college, where thousands of young women go and find themselves. Sure, Briana wasn't helping my self-confidence any, but maybe stumbling into the nightclub had been a sign that I wasn't such an ugly duckling after all.
Maybe, just maybe, with the right clothes, the right hair, and the right make-up, I could be pretty. Maybe even pretty enough that guys would want to date me, and by guys, I meant good-looking normal guys, not the weirdos of the world like Nate back at home who stank of onions and had been kicked in the head by a horse when he was little.
At first, I thought it was the simple act of changing into some warm dry clothes that was causing the heat that I felt radiating from somewhere deep inside me.
But then I realized that it had been the experience of feeling wanted, of being desired, that was causing me to glow. For a brief moment, I had been the belle of the ball, and it had been a glorious experience.
I had gone from Cinderella the house slave, forced to serve her domineering stepsisters, to the girl who had captivated a prince.
If I were in a Disney movie, I would've wished upon a star, and then a fairy godmother would come zooming down, transforming me into a princess with the tap of her magic wand.
But I wasn't in a movie. This was my real life, and at the end of the day, I was still frumpy old Abigail, the girl who got tongue-tied every time a guy tried to talk to her. And there were no beautiful ballgowns in my closet.
Still, though, I just couldn't let it go. I told myself to be grateful that a series of coincidences had resulted in me wandering into that nightclub, but I just couldn't. It had been too thrilling of an experience, and I wanted more.
Now that I knew that I could be pretty and desirable, it was the only thing that I wanted. But how?
Well, even as naive as I was back in those days, I knew full well where to find cool clothes - the internet. I switched off all the lights in my room so that Briana would think I was asleep, and then I got into bed with my laptop resting on my thighs.
I didn't have a lot of money to spare on new clothes, but I figured that browsing a few websites couldn't hurt anything. I knew it was all a silly fantasy, but I wanted to indulge in it just a little while longer.
Finding some elegant dresses was certainly easy enough, but my heart would race every time I glanced down at the prices.
Perhaps I could contact the student aid office and see if there was some part-time work to do around campus. But even so, I'd need to wash a lot of dishes before I could afford the nice stuff.
I kept browsing around, hopping over to Pinterest and Instagram, hoping to get a little inspiration. Surely, there must be a way for a Plain Jane like me to be able to up her game with some affordable outfits.
But after a couple of hours of that, I was feeling more despondent than ever. I kept rubbing the crucifix on my necklace, hoping my Momma's spirit would guide me, but all the choices I saw online were overwhelming.
Every girl in every photo that I saw was strutting her stuff with a confidence that I could never hope to achieve. Even if I had the money to buy some of those dresses, I'd still be a timid little wallflower. It was all hopeless.
Yet perhaps my Momma was listening that night. Right as I was about to slam shut my laptop and go to bed, I saw an ad for a dress that seemed to leap off the page and scream at me to click on it.
When I clicked through, I marveled at the full-sized image, relishing the chic descriptions. It was termed a clubbing dress, a phrase I'd never heard before, but I understood right away that this was the kind of outfit that I'd seen the girls wearing earlier that night.
This was no flowing ball gown or elegant church dress. The clubbing dress was skin-tight, showing off every one of the model's curves. It had a scandalously short hem that barely covered her crotch, and the fabric had little cutouts on the side where you could see her bare skin shining through.
I'd never seen anything like it, but I immediately wanted it. Somehow, I just knew that, if I could get my hands on such a dress, I really could become Jasmin, the cool, pretty girl who gets hit on by hot guys in clubs.
The price of the dress was certainly not cheap, but I had just enough cash in my bank account to buy it, assuming that I didn't need to eat any food for a week or so.
For a long, long time, I agonized over what to do, my finger hovering over the "Buy Now" button so long that it started to cramp up.
My rational mind told me that I was being ridiculous for even considering buying that dress. Not only could I not afford it, but what was I going to do if I did buy it? Where would I wear it?
To go study at the library? What a joke. And even on the off chance I did get invited to a party or something, there was no way I would have the courage to wear it. Anyone who knew me would have a heart attack if they saw me in that thing.
But a deeper part of me kept urging me to buy it. With that sexy dress, I could definitely get into the cool nightclubs in town. And Jasmin had the confidence and poise to pull it off.
Jasmin wasn't worried about what anyone thought about her. She knew she was hot and didn't need to prove it to anyone. Jasmin would be more than happy to take over the dance floor and let people stare at her as much as they wanted to.
And so, the two sides of me fought a silent battle for a long time. What finally pushed me over the edge was thinking about how I was tired of always being poor little Abigail, the girl whose mother was killed in a car crash and who never had a boyfriend. I was sick of Abigail, and everyone else, including Briana, was sick of her as well.
I wanted to be Jasmin. And so, at long last, I clicked the button to buy the dress.
After the order was confirmed, I closed my laptop and slipped under the covers, my entire body buzzing with excitement.
Awakened
I was still buzzing when I woke up the next morning, but all that came to a crashing halt when my roommate accosted me in the kitchen.
“Hey, Abigail!” said Briana. “I thought I told you to clean up your messes.”
“What?” I said. “I swear, I didn’t touch any of your food last night.”
“I’m not talking about dishes, you dork,” said Briana. “I’m referring to the wet footprints you left all over the place. Do I look like I’m your maid?”
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, Briana,” I said. “I’ll clean those up.”
“Shit,” scoffed Briana. “They wouldn’t be there if you hadn’t been such a drama queen and gone running off into the rain.”
“It won’t happen again,” I replied meekly, hoping that she’d go find somewhere else to be in the apartment and let me eat my breakfast in peace.
“So, anyway, I had a fabulous date last night with Camden,” said Briana, her big blue eyes shining with excitement. “He took me to this really cool new bar they just opened, and there was this little stage in the corner with a guy reciting poetry and everything.”
“Oh, neat,” I said as I nervously took out a plate from the cabinet and set two pieces of bread on it.
“Yeah, he knows everyone at this school. That’s how he finds out about all the cool stuff happening,” said Briana with a dreamy sigh.
“Um, I’m making some toast, you want some?” I said, silently cursing at myself the moment that the words came out of my mouth.
“Huh? Sure, why not? And extra butter for me,” said Briana. “Anyway, guess what? Last night, he asked me if I owned any fancy dresses.”
Just hearing the word “dress” made my whole body jerk, but luckily, Briana was too focused on her anecdote to notice.
“When I asked him why, he got all coy about it,” said Briana, a huge grin on her piggish face. “But then I weasled it out of him. He was asking because he’s going to take me out for an expensive dinner next week.”
“Oh, that’ll be nice,” I said as I put Briana’s slices into the toaster and then got out another plate for myself.
“Anyway, you know what that means!” said Briana, her eyes aglow with happiness.
“Um, lobster and steak?” I said, cringing at my ignorance. How would I know what they served at fancy restaurants? No one had ever taken me out to one before.
“No, you dork,” said Briana. “I mean, yeah, I hope there’s lobster on the menu. I love lobster. Especially when it’s drowned in butter. Speaking of butter, where’s my toast?”
“Coming right up,” I said as the slices popped up from the toaster, relieved to see they were both a lovely golden brown color.
“Um, and the jelly?” said Briana. “Anyway, yeah. I’m pretty sure Camden’s gonna ask me to marry him!”
“Oh wow, congratulations,” I said as I set down Briana’s plate on the table.
“Um, you don’t have to use that tone with me, Abigail, just because no guy will ever look at you,” said Briana. “You should be happy for me. Camden is so dreamy! Gosh, I can’t wait to call my mom and tell her I’m engaged.”
It took some willpower, but I kept my comments to myself as I put my bread into the toaster.
“I remember the first time I saw him,” said Briana with a happy sigh before gobbling down her first slice of toast in two bites. “He was standing outside Wilson Hall, wearing this black leather jacket. God, he looked like such a bad boy. And that sneer he had on his face? I practically squirted in my panties right there on the spot.”
“Oh my,” I murmured as I put away the jelly, knowing that Briana would scream at me if I took even a spoonful of it for myself.
“Yeah, so, you might get lucky,” said Briana, sliding her empty plate across the table in my direction. “Camden’s father is the CEO of a tech start-up, so once we’re married, you’ll have this apartment all to yourself.”
“Ah,” I said, trying to sound neutral even though inside, I was shouting for joy.
“Anyway, I got to go,” said Briana. “And don’t forget to clean up before you leave, Abigail. I don’t want this place looking like a pigsty when I get back.”
“Okay,” I said, giving her a noncommittal nod.
Once she was safely out of the kitchen, I indulged in a soft growl. Who was she to lecture me about cleanliness when she was the one who couldn’t even be bothered to clean her own plate? Or say thank you for making her toast? Ugh, it was so unfair.
I tried my best to nibble my toast as ladylike as I could, but I was too hungry to eat it slowly. The next two weeks were going to be really difficult, all because I went and bought a dress I’d never wear. Why? Why did I have to be so stupid, sometimes?
After my less than satisfying meal, I washed all the dishes and then got out the mop. I couldn’t see any traces of wet footsteps from the night before, but I mopped the floor just to be sure. I then got my school things together and let myself out of the apartment.
I had just enough time before my first class to visit the student financial aid office. But when I inquired about possible part-time job openings on campus, the pimple-faced girl at the reception desk just laughed.
Apparently, those plum assignments were snapped up months in advance. All she could recommend was searching the online classifieds for job openings in town, which left me feeling pretty depressed.
The rest of the day went by fairly uneventfully. About the only thing of note was when I spied an apple sitting on top of a vending machine in the common area outside my calculus class.
After carefully looking around to see if anyone was nearby, I scooped it up and dumped it in my purse. It sucked having to be a thief like that, but I needed all the calories I could get.
My mood instantly transformed, however, when I got back home and saw a package resting against the front door of my apartment. With my heart racing, I saw that it was addressed to me.
My dress had arrived! I was shocked that it had come so quickly. Feeling guilty for some inexplicable reason, I hugged it to my chest and dashed inside, immensely relieved to discover that Briana was still out.
As fast as I could, I raced to my bedroom and then shut the door behind me. I used a pair of scissors and carefully opened the package. Inside was the dress that I had wasted all my money on, neatly folded as it rested in a bed of crumpled-up paper. Carefully, I lifted it out, my heart thumping as I held it out before me.
It looked exactly like the pictures on the internet, a scandalously short dress made out of some kind of dark, shiny material. Even holding it in my hands, I couldn’t believe how skimpy it was, the side cutouts leaving only thin strips of fabric to hold it together. It was utterly different from anything I’d ever worn or even seen in a store.
After double-checking that my bedroom door was locked, I got undressed down to my bra and panties. With a hard lump in my throat, I slowly pulled on my new dress.
It took a bit of twisting and tugging before I could get it over my hips, and I began to panic, thinking it was too small. But then as I slid it up into position, I realized that it was just the right size, albeit skin-tight.
Indeed, it was hugging my body so closely that I had to unfasten and remove my bra to even get it on.
Looking down, I could scarcely believe that I was wearing such a thing. And I nearly had a heart attack when I walked over to the mirror. Where was Abigail, the quiet little girl who sat in the back pews on Sunday with her Daddy? She was gone, and in her place was Jasmin.
The dress looked magnificent on her, its shimmering design accentuating all of her curves. Even her boobs looked like they were two sizes bigger than mine, somehow. And with such a short hemline, her legs were as long as a supermodel’s.
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