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2021-12-07 13:24:54We'd gotten to the club. And it was wild. So wild it could've been an orgy
Couples grinded against each other in a mindless frenzy, partners exchanged r-rated kisses. A man went down on his partner. Right... In the middle... Of the dancefloor.I needed bleach for my eyes.Standing up from the thirteen-seater bar and making my way through a sea of gyrating pelvises with a glass of martini in my hand, I sought Luna, hoping to dance a little.I found her in the middle of the floor, busting out some really cool moves. People cheered. My ears throbbed. So many people.
"Emileyy!" She yelled when she saw me. Her voice sounded muffled over the music and noise clogging my ears, "Come over here!" She shouted, punctuating her statement by motioning wildly with her hands.I changed my mind. I was quite okay here. Would feel even better seated at the bar. Must... Get... There.I turned, about to hightail it back to the bar, whe
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