19: Party Proper

SERENA

Zoey: Serena, don't tell me you bailed out last minute. 

Layla: maybe, she did. I've been trying to call her, but she hasn't picked up. Party started thirty minutes ago.

Me: of course not, ladies. Layla, I apologize for not picking up, I was getting ready...and I'm on my way already.

I took a quick picture of my boots and sent to the group chat consisting of Layla, Zoey and I... Delilah's phone was having screen issues, she'd be joining the group later when her phone gets fixed.

The cab that I was in finally got to the gates of the clubhouse. I was expecting to hear loud, vibrating music from inside, but I didn't. Right in front of the gate, everywhere was damn quiet. Layla said party has begun...maybe I should go in first to confirm.

I was out of the cab already, by the widow of the passenger's seat, my right hand stretched out to the driver to pay for my ride. Two minutes passed, he hasn't taken the money from my hands. I wasn't even looking at him until I drifted my eyes to see him openly ogling at my boobs. Fuck, was that saliva coming out of his mouth? I'm so disgusted. Some men are just creeps...

I snapped my fingers at his face, before dropping his pay on the passenger seat. 

"Excuse me, young lady..." He quickly called my attention as he stepped out of his driver's seat. 

I turned around with a scowl on my face.

"How much for a night? I don't mind the price... I can give you my number if you're interested."

I instantly regretted why I didn't ignore him. 

"I'm waiting...don't mind the old age, my cock still works like fire." The old fool had a grin on his face.

He didn't lie about his age. This man should be in his late sixties if I wasn't mistaken.

I mean, I shouldn't let this man get away after his classless insult... I think I should give him the scare of his life.

"Alright, let me have your number, then." 

He giggled like a twelve year old, going back into his car to get his phone, I guess. However, it wasn't his phone as I had thought... Man had some kind of complimentary card which had several phone contacts. Then he walked around his car to where I was standing.

"The one in the middle, that's the magic number." He gave the card to me with a wink. "My wife and grandkids won't suspect shit."

God, I wanted to puke so bad. Not only was this old prick married, he fucking has grandchildren. My heart went out to them.

"Fine," I carefully tucked his card into my purse. "But I have a small problem."

"Tell me, sweetheart."

"My man, he's a patch memeber of this motorcycle club." I pointed at Frost Vipers' gate. "Do you know what I love most about him?" It wasn't a question I was expecting him to answer. "He has killed close to six...no, seven men who tried to flirt with me. I don't know what he'd do to you that willingly gave me your number...perhaps your wife and grandkids will follow you into your grave."

"I... No, no..." The man's face suddenly went white, his eyes getting teary. "Please, I..."

"There's no going back, Mister." I was already moving towards the entrance when he ran towards me, his hand almost grabbing me. "Don't touch me, or I'll scream so hard and you'll die right here on the spot."

"I'm very sorry...please..."

"Take this and get out of here." I pointed at his car. 

"Will you...my card...your boyfriend..." He was struggling to put words together.

"I won't if you stop cheating on your wife."

"I promise. I will never have such thought."

"I have my eyes on you, Mister." With my eyes actually on him, I got to the spot where I would seen on the cameras so the gate would be open for me. 

"Hey Miss Voss," the prospect who usually stayed at the gate opened up with a huge smile on his face.

"Hey," Smiling back, I stepped inside. The creepy old man has driven off...hopefully he doesn't get himself killed on the road.

I could feel the bass heavy sound of the party music now. Did they just start or... "Is the party starting now?"

"Nope, about forty something minutes ago." The prospect at the gate replied. 

"Wow," a quick look at the massive iron gates and I shook my head. Those are really solid pieces of shit....

As I walked towards the open door of the main hall as Layla had shown me two days before, I could hear whistles, alongside soft curses and cringe catcallings... Speaking of creeps...tsk... Too bad I couldn't wade them off like the old man.

The main hall was right beside the bar. Right before it, was a huge banner which read, 'FROST VIPERS BLOWOUT!' I was about climbing the few steps leading to the door when a huge man all covered in black with black shades on blocked my way. 

"She's with me, Kane." Zoey said immediately before I could think of what to say.

No response, he shifted his big ass body and I saw Zoey standing by the door.

Damn, she looked dangerously sexy. Her lace bodycon playsuit was fire, hugging every curve, every inch. Her cleavage was on full display, her nipples covered...her thigh high boots shiny. My first time seeing her on full makeup...smokey eyes, red lips, her ginger hair styled in waves. Wow! I'd thought I was dressed to kill, this woman right here was ready to massacre. It was now I felt pity for her vagina...Ax wouldn't be giving her breathing space at all. I don't think he has gotten any bigger luck than wifing up this woman.

"Serena, my goodness. You look so hot..."

"Don't flatter me, Zoey when you're perfection herself!" I cut her off...she was more deserving of being compimented between the two of us. "If your looks had a body count, the whole of America wouldn't stand a chance."

"Please, Serena." She laughed. "I should be the one saying that to you. Pretty sure Layla and Delilah will agree with me." She said as we stepped inside together.

What hit me first was the heavily pounding rock music which made my whole body vibrate, my heartbeat trying to keep up with the chaotic sound. The atmosphere was thick with the usual smell of leather, smoke from weed, and beer... I mean I should have gotten used to this smell, but my nose was always in awe. The lighting was what divided the entire hall, sort of... A part of the hall was dim litted, another had flickering bulbs, the rest had red light which sometimes changed to green.

"Whoosh! Sexy Rena!" Delilah shouted at the top of her voice, raising her beer mug to me, when Zoey took me to their table.

"That's some fire outfit, Serena." Layla stood up from the couch to come access my outfit. "Hope you've got panties under 'cause I can swear on my life that some vagina thirsty men here are ready to lie on the floor to peep under your skirt."

"Layla..." Zoey playfully slapped her arm, laughing.

"I always wear panties... I can't move around with my pussy bare." I chuckled going to sit down.

"Kudos to you, panty girlies. I don't wear those unless I'm on my period." This came from Delilah who I took a good look at. She was on a fishnet jumpsuit with absolutely nothing under...boobs, nipples, pussy....completely uncovered. She was sitting though, but it was already obvious her ass was naked as well. Not only her, most of the women I was seeing now had next to nothing covering their bodies... Woah.

"I know you, Delilah. You love showing off your skin." Layla said with an eye roll. She was on a shiny red mini gown which showed a great deal of her cleavage.

"Yes, baby. You know me too well." Delilah was up from the couch now, doing a 360. I was right, her ass was naked as fuck. Then, she leaned to pick a shot glass from the table, finished up the shot before dropping her gls carelessly on the couch. "I'm going to the dance floor, ladies. I'm banking on having three men fuck my wet pussy later tonight." With that, she moved towards the area which had flickering bulbs...ohh that was the dance floor?

"Always crazy." This came from Zoey. "So, what will you like to have, Serena? Just drinks though. We can eat after the party."

I looked at the table and all I saw were cans of beer, shot glasses and two bottles of alcohol. "Soda or any fruit juice is fine, Zoey." I wasn't big on alcohol.

"Did I just hear you right, Serena?" Layla was the one who responded. "We don't do that here, girl! It's a Frost Vipers Party. Anything non alcoholic is prohibited."

I turned to Zoey for a confirmation and she nodded, "unfortunately, dear. My first party night here was bittersweet." 

"Yeah, same night you ended up in my brother's bed for the first time."

"Aww, such good memories." Zoey had a blush on her face.

"So, loosen up, girl. I could get you something with fruit taste though, you'd love it." Layla motioned one of the prospects on standby. "Two glasses of Sex on the Beach and a glass of Tequila sunrise."

"Before he returns..." Zoey stretched one of her hands towards the table, taking one of the filled shot glasses. "Serena, here is your first shot for tonight." 

I drew in a sharp breath, before taking the tiny glass from her hands. 

"C'mon, Serena." Layla urged.

I lifted the glass to my lips, squeezing my eyes shut... And in a split second, I had a burning sensation racing down my throat. I swallowed hard, coughing as the taste lingered. Fuck, I could feel my eyes getting wet from the heat.

"Yass!" Layla shouted, clapping her hands.

"Welcome to the club, Serena." Zoey gave me a pat on the back.

I opened my eyes slowly, and it landed on him first.

Him as in Havoc, Mr Hot and Dangerous. Shit, I haven't referred to him as that in a long while... No, this should be the alcohol taking over my sense of reasoning.

This man didn't even remove his eyes. He held my gaze...hard.

My nipples got hard...my cheeks red, the pit of my stomach warm...my pussy dripping.

Holy cow, I... I hoped...foolishly....that this wouldn't be the night I ended up in Havoc's bed.