20: That Bike

SERENA

"Hope you're okay?" Zoey must have noticed how I went totally quiet...her doctor instincts, I guess. She'd be thinking that the shot must have taken a toll on me. The vodka or whatever that was inside was awful but it wasn't the reason why I was shaken. The reason was on the other side of the hall.

"Of course, I'm okay." I forced a smile, despite the bitter and harsh taste stuck to my tongue.

The cocktails, I believe, that Layla had ordered was brought to our table.

"Here," Layla gave me one glass which had an orange slice placed on its rim. "It is called Sex on the Beach." 

"I hope it's not as terrible as..." I made a distasteful face while gesturing at my empty shot glass.

"Nope, it's very mild, you may not even taste the vodka in it."

I sipped a little first to confirm. She didn't lie. It was sweet, having peach blended with orange kind of taste which made me want another sip immediately.

While enjoying myself with a glass of Sex on the Beach, I haven't forgotten that I would still be going home before midnight.

Where is my goddamn phone? I asked myself, as I set down my glass first to look for my purse. 

"Looking for something?" Layla inquired. 

"Yeah, my purse." My eyes were on the floor, scanning. I don't know if the red lights made me loose my sense of sight all of a sudden 

"What's that behind you?" She pointed out.

My eyes went back to the couch that I was sitting on, behind me. 

"Yes, thank you," I placed my hand on my forehead. "I think the alcohol is starting to take effect." I let out a soft giggle.

"Ladies, I'll be right back." Zoey got up, pushing her phone into her back pocket. "Wife duties." She subtly added before running off. 

"My brother should take it easy on you, Zo. Second time you're performing your wife duties and the party hasn't gone halfway yet." Layla shouted after her. It was now that I understood what Zoey meant by wife duties...she was going to get milked up.

I checked the time on my phone and it was almost ten pm...nine fifty eight to be exact. I just have an hour more to spend here. Putting back my phone into my purse, the urgent need to pee came out of nowhere.

"Uhmm," lifting myself off the couch, I straightened my skirt, my purse in my hands "Layla..."

"You're going to hookup as well?" She teased with one of her brows up.

"What, eww..." I made a disgusting face. "I need to use the toilet."

"Just go down that hallway," she nodded towards one of the open doors inside the hall. "Second to last door on your left."

I kept reciting the direction in my head as I made my way out of the main hall.

"No way..." I mumbled under my breath. This was one long ass hallway...and worse it was dim litted. I only hope and pray I don't pee on myself before I get to the toilet.

I haven't even gone far when someone opened their door... Here I was thinking that it should be the restroom...but what I saw made my mouth drop. I don't think this door was deliberately opened 'cause the people inside were way too busy to do that.

From where I stood, a man was thrusting his cock into a woman's mouth forcefully...Gosh, saliva was literally dripping down her lips. It was as if he was choking her with his cock. In one split second, right before my very eyes, he pulled out his cock from her lips, slapped her boobs simultaneously before putting his erect cock in between them. Then, he leaned to kiss her...

Fuck, I should be out of here but I don't know what pulled me to stay back, to keep watching... It seemed like my body had forgotten the urge to pee and was now feeling a different type of urge...a slippery type.

"Your titties are fucking warm...taking daddy's cock so damn well." The man groaned as he increased his pace going in and out of this woman's boobs. Same woman was holding her big boobs together like her life deepened on it.

"Hey sexy... Wanna join? My hands are free." Wait, was he talking to me? Shit, I have to leave here fast.

I walked quickly down the hallway. 'Zoey said second to the last door on your...' Right or left? No, no, this was a very bad time to be confused.

'I think she said right...most things are always on the right.' I thought, going to the right door. I pushed it open and almost screamed. I had just walked into a goddamn orgy. Moanings, cursings, slapping sounds filled the entire room. 

"Are you Marissa?" A man whose hands...both hands to be precise, were inside two women's vaginas asked, his eyes on me.

I didn't even respond. I shut the door as fast as possible before running to the door on the left. 

"Thank goodness, finally." I heaved a sigh of relief when it was actually the toilet...peaceful, neat and quiet. After I was done using it, I washed my hands and waited a while to think through what I had just seen. This was one hell of a place actually.

Satisfied with myself, I left the toilet and literally ran down the hallway to the door leading to the main hall...'cause I've witnessed enough eroticism already.

Before going into the party hall, my eyes caught sight of something oddly familiar.

A bike...sorry, no, that bike.

I hurriedly brought out my phone from my purse. My phone in my hands now, I scrolled through my apps in searched of my gallery. A picture of my brother leaning on that particular bike was on my phone... I wasn't so sure if this was same one that killed him, but at least it would kind of give me a lead somehow.

I was right. The bike was the exact same one on my brother's picture. And no, it wasn't the alcohol. I was fucking sober in this aspect.

A young biker guy was leading that bike to God knows where. Shit I have to follow him to know if he owned it.

Without a second thought, I pushed myself through the party hall which was on full swing now, getting outside. 

My eyes were everywhere and I wasn't seeing this guy. 

I was hundred percent sure he was right here... It better not be the alcohol making me see double...not now I was about getting a small clue in finding my brother's killer.

Doing some calculations in my head, I kind of predicted the direction he must have gone to..hope I was right and wasn't hallucinating.

I didn't walk that much when I stopped in front of a black painted and wide building. Then, it hit me. This was where Lionel took that picture of his. Looking up, I saw FROST VIPERS GARAGE boldly inscribed at the top. i had a feeling that the biker dude brought that bike here.

I have to go inside. I thought.

There was only one man at the entrance...seemed like he was guarding the entrance or something.

"Hey pretty lady. Looking for someone?"

The grin on his face told me I could easily have my way with this one.

"Hello, handsome," I played along even though he didn't really have good facial features. "Can I get a favor from you real quick?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Is anyone inside there?" I used my eyes to ask.

"No,"

"Please can I go inside for a few seconds to adjust my outfit? I'm very uncomfortable. The restrooms are filled up."

He looked at me for a moment, before nodding, "alright, few seconds."

"Thank you."

Few seconds or few hours, I don't mind how long it world take, but I made a promise to myself to find my brother's killer before my three months contract expires.