The Lasting Days Of Samantha Piper

10- The Midnight Temptations

TROY's POV

I found out that the bar itself is just a part of the building.

The whole place was actually a 5-star casino.

Michael and I showed the guard the membership pass (which states Michael is an exclusive member so he's allowed to shove in an outsider anytime) and the guard himself guided us to the real party room. Passing all the men in suits and girls in pink revealing skirts, we stopped in front of a glass door at the far-end of the entrance.

Above it was the name of the bar, cursive and winks in neon lights.

Boons and Babes.

Welcome Gentlemen.

The guard left us and we jab the door open. We entered and carefully closed the door behind us. It took seconds for my eyes to adjust to the chaos. The room was all black, only lit by a dim blue bulb. The middle space was packed with lots of party-goers. Is this a bar? It looked more like a private club. Boys and girls in sweats dance off to every beat the DJ plays on from a booth. If you won't actually care about looking carefully, you'd assume the non-stop dancers were being streaked with blood due to the slashing red lights produced by the disco lights.

"Yeah! This is what I'm talking about." Michael said, nodding his head in approval.

I'm feeling tense all of a sudden. I'm not fond of so much dancing. In a club. Lights on or lights off. "Mikey... do you think it's really okay with Emeraude for you to enter this kind of uhhh.... mess?"

"Come on honeybabe. Relax. I'm not hitting any girl in here. I'm just drinking."

"Is that where I assume it is 'okay'?"

"Define Okay." He said. The sadness in his eyes was disappearing now, replaced by something foggy and excited.

As we mix up with the other people, an usherette embraced Mikey with a fierce hug. The usherette wears a pair of purple spandex bra and panty, a pin was attached on the top edge of her underwear. That's how I knew she was an usherette. It says I'll serve you nice and dirty under her name Sabrina Cuntling. Suddenly I'm feeling self-conscious.

I'm studying Christian principles.

I'm my parent's kid. They are both nice and clean persons.

What have I entered exactly?

I looked around and saw another girl, blonde not like the one with Michael whose hair was a curly brunette, walking in front of me. She wears the same exact uniform. But her breasts was more of showy than the other girl. Why did she even wear bra if she'll just show what's inside it anyway!

I have a mom. A respectable mom. A mom that was all about covering herself with something decent and normal as possible.

Shit. What have I entered!

The girl, whose pin says she is Lena (I won't say the surname. It was lame and starts with d and ends with d), locked her arms around my neck and pushed her chest against mine. "Do you want a drink?" biting her lip like it was cherry. Her eyes was so heavy it was distracting with so many girly cover-ups; fake eyelashes, dark dark dark eye shadow, and so much glitter going on all around it. She made me lean against her face and slowly, she whispered in my ears and I swear I felt her tongue on my skin. She smelled like toxic vanilla. "I know just a place."