Black and Blue

Chapter 11

As planned, Genavive, Mira and Robert went to High Fly on Saturday to grab drinks.

It was an invite-only club and only members could get guests in. Thanks to Christine, who'd recommended the place to her, they got entry without any trouble.

Once they entered through the main door, they found themselves in a room with mirrors on all 6 sides. Genavive touched the one to her right and when it budged slightly, she knew that that was the door into the club.

"Damn! This is getting crazier by the second." Robert said as he stepped into the club and all three of them got absorbed into the music.

Genavive nodded. She was awestruck by the place. It was a huge room with a ceiling that had glass pieces dropping down from it, reflecting all the lights from the stands. Instead of having a disco ball that would give consistent patterns, these glass pieces were erratic and trippy.

The DJ was playing from a height above the dance floor.

On the left there was a door that led to the outer smoking room. People could smoke inside too but they'd made an outer one as a potential escape route.

Mira got closer to Genavive's ears and screamed, "Damn Genavive, this is amazing. I didn't know a place like this existed."

Genavive chuckled, "I wouldn't have ever discovered this place either if it wasn't recommended to me."

Mira nodded as she looked around with a huge smile on her face. Her body was slowly letting lose and was reacting to the beats. She was bobbing her head and tapping her feet.

Everyone around them were either on drugs or were pissed drunk. Either ways, they were all enjoying. No one seemed to care about the other. They were all in their own zones.

Genavive, Robert and Mira walked towards the bar to get themselves a few round of shots.

After having 5-6 shots, Robert bid adieu to the girls and said, "I'm going to go rave by myself. If you need anything or whatever, just get up on top of the bar and I'll definitely see you."

Genavive and Mira laughed heartily. The bar area was less crowded. Three steps away from the bar and you'd be pulling a Mufasa.

"I'm definitely going to need a couple of more shots before I can go dance." Genavive told Mira.

Mira nodded, "Me too."

They went to the bar and ordered for 3 tequila shots each. Yes, those definitely got them fucked.

Mira and Genavive stuck together as they navigated to the center of the dance floor. The DJ was playing a mix of techno and pop. The mixes were forcing people to groove: the songs were really good.

Genavive and Mira were dancing their hearts out. Genavive felt every beat as she moved her hands and waist. She stretched her hands upwards while swaying her hips and then slowly allowed her hands to travel down her entire body. Each hip movement was in sync with the beat drops.

Genavive smiled as she danced. The moment was euphoric. Every inch of her body felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She allowed herself to get completely take over by the beats and the bass of the songs.

Suddenly a pair of hands encircled her waist. She turned around to see a really sexy guy with a slight stubble and a tall physique staring down at her.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and smirked. She was loving how his hands were cupping her waist. She wanted to feel more of him. The urge to feel more of him made her rub her body against his as she went down to twerk. The guy stared at her with eyes that said, "I can fuck you right here, right now."