"Wow, you're gorgeous! Sam said he was bringing his girlfriend, but we didn't believe him. Looks like he hit the jackpot..."

"We were thirsty, so we ordered some drinks."

Looking at the glasses on the table, I felt uneasy. In a nightclub, the golden rule is never drink anything a stranger hands you, and never leave your drink unattended.

If a girl goes to the bathroom, she should get a fresh drink when she comes back. You never know if someone slipped something in it. This is Nightclub 101 for girls!

Hooking up is one thing, getting drugged is a whole other ballgame.

Who knows what's in those drinks? Men can do crazy things when they're thinking with their little head.

And what if someone recorded it on video?

Seeing my hesitation, Sam smiled and said, "I'll drink it for her."

He picked up the glass in front of me and downed it in one go. Then he went to the bar himself and brought back a cocktail.

Sam showed no signs of anything weird, which slowly broke down my defenses. I started sipping my drink.

After a while, the club's music started pumping. To heat things up, some scantily-clad ladies hit the floor with some hot dance moves. I finished my drink and joined them on the dance floor.

In the club, the music was deafening. You had to get real close to hear anyone talk.

"You're so sexy," Sam said, holding me. His hands, originally on my back, slid down to my waist, pretending to be innocent as he tried to explore further.

I lowered my head, feeling his body heat, even enjoying it a little.

Tonight was my 59th day without a man's touch. I was starting to get antsy.

Just then, something felt off. A wave of heat surged through my body, concentrating in my lower belly.

Even when I danced, the friction between my body and clothes sent tingles through me.