THE CLUB

Kathy and Siana looked up with bright smiles to meet the face of Annie Pierce and Christopher Smith their regular club buddies. "Sup hotties!" Siana shouted with a smile that spread throughout the room that followed with chuckles.

She was ready to party until the sun rose, until she couldn't stand straight, talk right, or think normal. They giggled at Siana’s reaction as she greeted them with goofy face and strong voice. She was way up on her high horse ready to run wild. Siana and her club buddies idle their way to the car with giggles and small shenanigans. She was happy to see her friends. She felt like she was living again, living in a world she felt needed, comfortable and happy. The car pulled up at their usual spot; one of the most famous clubs in L.A. Siana dragged Annie by the feet out of the car as she laughed and shouted, scared to enter the club. Siana laughed wildly tugging onto Annie’s leg signaling for help as Annie gripped tight onto the car seat.

“No!” Annie shouted with loud bone trilling laughs behind it. Siana wasn’t about to give up. Tonight was a night of celebration, a night she would like to invite her dear friends to.

They fought their way through Annie’s stubbornness and dragged her into the club. The colorful lights, the loud banging of music throbbing throughout her body, the crowd, the scents of perfumes mixed with the scent of alcohol, the loud happy screams of her friends along with their crazy moves, the sweet feeling of liquor coursing through her veins and settling on her mind driving her wild she had missed it all, she was dying with excitement to feel it once more.

Siana released Annie’s arm and made her way up to the counter behind Christopher with bright smile as eyes watched her through the constant flashing of colorful lights. The eyes got closer to her watching her half exposed body as a predator watching its prey.

“Here to long friendships,” Christopher said handing her a glass. “To being long good fucking friends,” she shouted and tossed the drink down her throat.

Siana quickly swallowed glasses after glasses as if she was dying from thirst. She walked up to Kathy and grabbed her by the waist and slowly followed her waist movement going low to the ground. Siana was now on the ground on her knees. She grinded on the ground to the rhythm as eyes watched her in maze. Whenever she was drunk she was wild, this kind of wild. The DJ went along with her moves hyping her up more as she grabbed her private area and slowly wined her way up shaking her ass. Everyone in the club was cheering her on. She had moves like no one had ever seen. Persons fought their way to get a grip around her thin waist as she slowly grinded to beat with loud screams and shouts.

Siana wanted to enjoy the hell out of this night. She wanted to be so wasted that the other morning she couldn’t remember who she was. She pulled Christopher in, placed her arm around the back of his head her fingers entwined in his curly blond hair, with his hand wrapped rapped around her waist and slowly grind her ass on him sending uncontrollable tickling sensation throughout her body. She released his arm from around her waist and spun around with a smile that had the men around her drooling with lust. She grabbed Christopher’s cheeks aggressively and smashed her lips into his, slowly sliding her tongue in his mouth. She had enough. Now she was just overdoing it.

“Siana!” Kathy shouted. She was crazy! Why would she kiss him? She had just made the biggest mistake of her life.

Kathy popped her off of Christopher and dragged her over to a corner. “Siana what did you do?” Kathy asked in distress and anger. “Here drink this and don’t move!” She shouted handing her a bottle of water and walked away quickly making her way up to Christopher.

Siana flipped her hair back, cringed her eyes as she watched Kathy and Christopher drift off into an aggressive conversation over the loud beats, screams and shouts. A hand was wrapped around Siana’s waist without any warning sending her into a simple stage of shocked. “Hey dancer, wanna get out of here?” a husky voice asked from behind her.

She looked down at the arm that was around her waist; a thick smooth light skinned muscular arm that could send shivers down one’s mind, decorated with veins and black long streaks of tattoos lined from wrist to shoulder. His breath got warmer on her neck as she tried to shrug him off.

“Nah, you should leave with me instead?” another voice popped up. She was in no condition to know what she was doing or who was speaking to her. She was just going with the flow.

“Wu- wait, take off - uh… clothes,” she had no idea what she was saying or doing. She was blinded by the alcohol in her system and numbed with stupidity. She was asking a stranger that had his arm wrapped around her to take off his clothes while another stood in front of her trying to grab her breast that juggled before his eyes.

Alcohol temporary cripples the ability to think. It slows the speech and movements, blurs the vision, manipulates the brain and freezes one’s intelligence. She knew the effect but she didn’t care, all she wanted was to get loose, feel good, party long, and laugh hard. She didn’t care which guy would be willing to take her home. She just wanted to experience what it was like to go home with a hot guy. How stupid. If her innocent mind knew what it would be like to go home with a stranger blinded drunk she would be sober instantly. She spun around meeting his beautiful green lustful eyes ripping off the little clothes that covered her body.