Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

11

I shift uncomfortably in the deep bucket seat of Lars' newest lease, a Lamborghini this time, a perk of his job. It hurts me to sit down for long periods, my bruises are still quite fresh, and we have been in the car for half an hour already.

Lars places his big hand on my thigh, and gives it a little squeeze, before returning it to the wheel.

"Not much further" he promises, a tiny smug smile playing about his lips.

We have left the residential districts of the city proper, and followed the road out into the wide open spaces of farmland that border it. I know Lars has been involved in the planning for this next event for Nordlys, but he has kept the details from me. It amuses him to withhold information, he likes to feel like he knows more than I do, although he says he does it because he 'wants me to be surprised'.

We turn onto a dirt road, and in the distance I can see tall fencing and a gate. That guy from the vape shop is waiting, and as we approach he swings the gate open to admit our car, closing it behind us. Lars gives him a small salute as we pass.

At first I see a big open field, but as we continue on we come to a paved track the width of a two lane road. Lars pulls onto that, and soon I can see tent structures and little trailers, on the field in the middle of the track. Lars parks his Lamborghini at the end of a row of posh sports cars within that center field.

He opens the door for me and sweeps his arm out in a wide gesture inviting me to step out of the car. I look up at the red fabric awning above us, and then out at the open track.

"Is this like NASCAR?" I ask, stepping out carefully onto the grass in high heels.

"No" Lars scoffs. "These cars are not stock" his voice drips with disdain.

I shrug, and tip-toe over the grass until I reach a wooden floor that has been laid over the grass in front of the cars. It makes a sort of runway between the two rows of cars leading to a large dance floor up ahead, and I can see a soundstage and a big screen set up behind it, as well as TVs and disco lighting around the dance space.

The mustachioed man, Sonni, is standing in front of a turntable on the stage, holding a pair of headphones up to one ear while doing something on the table with his other hand. I can hear the steady pulsing beat of euro indie dance synth pop, which gets louder as we get closer.

I recognize several members of Nordlys on the dance floor, dressed in fashionably elegant clothing, waving around glasses of expensive champagne as they gyrate in time to the music.

The Overlord takes note of us arriving, and I see him bend down to speak to a white-jacketed server behind a portable bar, who promptly hands him two glasses, which he then carries over to us with a welcoming smile.

"Lars" the Overlord calls out, handing him a glass of champagne, "and Little Mary" he coos at me, handing me a champagne glass filled with orange juice.

Lars notices my orange juice and chuckles. "You will never live that down" he teases me.

It occurs to me, just then, that Lars and I have NOT had a conversation about the baby I am carrying. I had thought for sure that Tex had told him about it, but I wonder if it's possible that he doesn't know? I had meant to discuss it when I got back from the doctor's appointment, but Lars had gagged me before I could say anything, and then that whole BDSM thing had been all-consuming of my attention.

I look awkwardly to the Overlord, who has turned away to look at the track, distracted by the sound of a throaty engine. A sleek sports car of vivid blue is pulling up parallel to the dance floor.

"Bugatti Chiron" Lars breathes reverently, wearing an expression of adoration. He's never looked at me that way.

It stops close to us, and Tex steps out of the drivers side, scanning the crowd until he sees us. He trots over with a pleased grin.