Of Course

“Let’s go,” you say with confidence that you don’t feel.

Sammy smiles and pushes the door open, pulling you in behind her and you march down a short hallway bathed in red light. The harsh music fades and overlaps with a new beat as you come to another door. This time it’s Sammy who pauses on the threshold for a moment before finally heading through.

The club is very nearly a perfect mirror of the one you just left, the far wall is filled with a long backlit bar and the centre of the room dominated by a dance floor. Yet around the edges, the open tables and group lounging areas have been replaced with booths. Each with a curtain hanging beside it, ready to be pulled across to mostly hide those within.

It seems like most of the people in the club are in or near one of those booths as Sammy takes your hand and starts to walk along the outer ring, glancing into each booth in turn as you search for Becky.

You find her in the fourth booth along, the three before that had been pretty much the same as each other, a few guys and girls sitting in the booths, all of them laughing even as they slipped into the laps of the guys. You couldn’t be sure but you thought you might have even seen a girl taking a guy with her mouth!

“Hey, you came!” Becky called out with a wave as you stepped to the side of the booth she was sitting in. The four guys she was sitting with all turned to smile at the pair of you, their eyes running up and down your body with open lust. They were dressed nearly as skimpily as you three, two of them wearing clinging t-shirts and loose shorts whilst the other two seem to have lost their clothes somewhere along the way.

The guy beside Becky gestured to the rest of the group and you found spaces opening up beside the guys. Sammy slipped into space beside one of the nude guys. You looked at the two empty spots, one beside a tall, dark-haired guy who flashes you a winning smile. The other is beside a thinner smaller black guy who meets your eye for a moment before looking away as if embarrassed.

Yet as you look at them you realise you could always just sit between the both of them. The thought of what might happen then making a spark of fire race through your chest.