HAUNTINGLY | 18+

5 | Club

I fucked up.

I don't remember exactly how or when, but from the time we got to the club and sat at the bar, Olivia and I managed to take eight shots of tequila within thirty minutes. I was completely wasted.

This is going to be a long night.

I was sitting at the bar, waiting to ask for another shot of tequila when I felt someone's gaze on me from across the club. I turned my head to the direction I felt the gaze but couldn't find anyone.

"Hey there pretty girl, what can I get you?" The bartender asked, breaking my train of thought.

I glanced at him, noticing his curly blonde hair and blue eyes. He didn't quite fit my usual taste. I preferred men with dark hair and piercing eyes. The ones who were covered with tattoos all over their body.

Xavier slowly crept into my mind, his image etching itself into my thoughts.

I found myself squeezing my thighs together. Fuck. I forgot I get easily aroused when I'm drunk.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts of Xavier, I redirected my focus to the bartender in front of me.

"I'll take two shots of tequila, please," I replied, watching as he poured the fiery liquid into two shot glasses before handing them over.

"Here you go, enjoy," he said, accompanied by a playful wink.

"Thank you," I muttered, clutching the shots in my hands, ready to find Olivia.

Just as I was about to leave my seat, Olivia suddenly appeared, taking a seat beside me. I looked into her eyes and noticed she was just as intoxicated as I was.

A smile crept across her face as she asked, "Are you having fun?" I nodded in response, with a smile of my own on my face.

With a burst of excitement, she exclaimed, "Bottoms up, bitch!" and swiftly downed her tequila shot. Following her lead, I raised my glass and joined her.

Taking me by the hand, Olivia tugged me towards the dance floor, ready to embrace the rhythm and lose ourselves in the intoxicating energy of the music.

The club was alive with pulsating energy, the music reverberating through every inch of the space. As I swayed to the beat on the crowded dance floor, my eyes locked with Olivia's.

We moved closer to each other, the magnetic pull irresistible. With every step, the world faded away, leaving only the rhythm and the connection between us. Our bodies found harmony, moving in sync with the music, our movements mirroring and complementing one another.

As the music surged, our movements became bolder, more daring. Olivia placed her hands on my hips and we began to sway in perfect harmony.

I moved my hands up and down my body, feeling every inch of my soft skin. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Xavier's hands touching all over me.

I turned around to face Olivia and I can tell from the lust in her eyes, she was just as horny as I was right now. If Olivia and I were into girls, I think we would've fucked eachother like jack rabbits everyday. However, that didn't stop us from flirting with one another.

Still on the dance floor, I turned my body around. My back now facing the front of her body. I leaned a little forward and began moving my ass against her.

I could tell she was enjoying it from the way her hands slowly started to move all over my body. They finally stopped at my ass, giving it a nice squeeze.

I turned to face her and smirked, "So, have I changed your mind about taking me home tonight?" I asked in a teasing manner.

I moved my body closer to hers. "Your boyfriend can join us...or watch," I added.

Her eyes widened, her jaw dropping in disbelief. "Please, tell me you're joking," she implored, her voice filled with shock and uncertainty.

After a few seconds of silence, I couldn't contain my laughter any longer. A chuckle escaped my lips, growing into a full-bodied laughter.

"Of course I'm joking, I don't want to go anywhere near your boyfriend's dick," I said.

Olivia gave me a playful look, narrowing her eyes with a mischievous glint while shaking her head. "Let's go get another shot!" she yelled above the loud music. I nodded, and we made our way through the crowd towards the bar.

At the counter, Olivia called out to the blonde bartender, shouting her request for four shots of tequila. He chuckled and quickly poured the shots, lining them up in front of us.

Taking the two shots back-to-back was clearly not a good idea, but I did it anyways.

Feeling the effects, I turned to Olivia and mustered the words, "I'm going to the bathroom, stay here." She nodded in understanding. I began walking towards the back of the club, looking for the bathroom.

A frustrated groan escaped my lips as I glanced down the hallway with several doors on each side, none of which seemed to be clearly marked as the bathroom.

"Seriously, is it too much to ask for a simple sign that says 'bathroom'?" I grumbled aloud.

Realizing if I didn't find a toilet anytime soon, my bladder was going to explode. I opened the first door to my right, only to find a cramped closet filled with cleaning supplies.

Disappointed, I swiftly turned and tried the first door to my left, but it revealed an empty room. I continued down the hallway, opening each door in the hope of finding the bathroom.

I finally reached the last door. I grasped the handle and slowly pushed it open. Stepping into the dimly lit room, I extended my hand, searching for a light switch.

My fingers found the switch, and as the room flooded with light, I froze in my tracks, my eyes fixed on an unexpected sight before me.

In front of me stood two towering figures, their imposing presence emphasized by their height and size. They were engrossed in a transaction, exchanging multiple bags of cocaine and drugs for money.

A lump formed in my throat as my eyes shifted downward, catching sight of the guns laid out on the table. Fear coursed through my veins as I contemplated running out the door.

However, before I could even take a step towards the exit, one of the men's eyes locked onto me. In an instant, he snatched his gun and aimed it directly at me.

His voice, deep and menacing, resonated with a chilling command, "Don't fucking move," he growled, his words leaving no room for defiance.

My body trembled uncontrollably as tears welled up in my eyes. "Please, I won't say a word. Just let me go," I pleaded, my voice quivering with fear.

"You're not going anywhere," he replied, as he walked towards me. Without warning, a white cloth was pressed against my face, causing me to breathe in its unsettling contents.

Within seconds, my vision grew hazy, my eyes slowly closing as darkness consumed me, and I succumbed to unconsciousness.