Getting Freaky On A Friday Night Novels & Stories

"Are you sure about this?" "Yes I am Donny. I just want to get fucked. I didn't realize how bad until halfway through that second gang fuck. By the time it was over I was already looking forward to the next one and I haven't thought of anything since last Friday except this Friday. You have turned me into a cock crazy slut Donny and you can't turn me off now. You have to set up something for tonight or I'll go crazy. You are going to have to see that I stay well fucked until Dave comes home and probably even after that."

He jumps off the truck and walks over to me, dumping another bag before my feet. "I think this place's gonna be fun,Harden"He said, licking his lips. Seth was always the energetic one, always full of the spirits. "There's this club out of town. Every Friday! Lots of human girls go there. Every Friday night, Hardin" Shaking my head at him,I picked up the bag and replied "quote that 'human girls' Seth. And you better keep it down in your pants" and turned towards the house. "Keep what in my pants?"He asks,arms spread wide in confusion.

As I wandered around the lobby I enjoyed the looks that I was getting from the few people still wandering around at ten pm on a Friday night. Normally my appearance is not all that remarkable, I am a tall , slim very attractive, brunette. My most noticeable feature being a pair of amazing crystal blue eyes that most people think are contacts. Today however I had a private showing at The Black Flame, a notorious Goth club where Black Masses are held in secret every Friday night, well secret to all but those who attend. The showing ran late and unaware there was a delay I raced to the airport without taking the time to change so needless to say I was quite a sight especially for boring old lit

Friday comes too soon. Why does friday come too soon? Apparently, because Friday is a rare chance for me to embarrass myself aka stutter on stage in front of the entire damned school. Chantelle breezes past me chasing someone in the hallway, barking threats. Abe, Ahmed and a few others are at the back drumming up some noise, rapping both terrible unworthy-to-be-heard lines and okay-lines. Chideziri is at the staff room; he always is on social-gathering Fridays. I asked why once. He only shrugged.

I mean, she was honest with me. Friday night is a misery, especially when I see Carrick and Haley snuggling up in front of the television. Alex is working with Mathias at the Council, and everyone else is busy. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to cool my head at Azazel’s nightclub, Garden of Eden. The club is always happening on Friday nights, and I need some time to relax before my head explodes. That night, I slip on a pair of black jeans, a black and a white plaid button-down. Gazing into the mirror, I roll up my sleeves, adjust the buttons on my shirt, and spray some cologne on. Tonight is going to be about having fun and forgetting.

"That's if you're willing to check it out" I furrowed my brows, crossing my arms. “Really? And where is this mysterious place you’re talking about?” “A club,” he said, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. “It’s one of the famous ones here....and since tonight’s Friday… the energy is going to be insane....trust me, there'll be live music, dancing, wild games. You can just think of it as a night of fun...no thoughts, just fun...It’s an experience you'd really love”

Gia: I open my laptop, massaging my wrist before staring around in the bar, neon light flashes in my face and the soft blaring of Spanish music is making my headache, but I can’t resist a Friday night out in the bar. Since it's the weekend; the bar is flooding with people- mostly locals and tourists from other packs, and while I am at it. I can literally find a man to bang and have a one night stand with; it has been so long since I got laid.

"That's how it goes; cut off one head, and two more grow. It's never going to end." "Well, I'm sick of it," I muttered, standing up and taking off my gloves. Piper frowned at me. "Hey, you know what its Friday night, and ladies get in free before twelve at the club downtown. We should go. Lord knows I need a night of mind-numbing fun to make up for this bullshit case we've been handed." I arched my brow at her. "When has our lives become so twisted that we make plans to get drunk while standing over three dead guys?" I mused. She rolled her eyes.

Suddenly I remembered the words of the black-amulet warlock: “We are out to hunt and kill the hunter” That sent a shudder down my spine and I shook my head at the thought of who that might be. ….. It was Friday night, and typical of a friday night, the bar was stuffed wall-to-wall with patrons. Half of whom were already drunk when the night was still very young. The air buzzed excitedly with chatter, laughter, and the hum of cheap neon lights. Music throbbed low from the jukebox, and the smell of spilt bourbon and hot fries blended with sweat and shifting tension.

He's hot as hell with his permanent scowl and big, ripped body—you can see the indentations through his shirt—but I've never been particularly attracted to much older guys so I really can't relate. "Fridays," she deadpans, expression completely serious. "Because then I've scratched the itch with another less-attractive-but-around-the-same-age older man and I can sleep peacefully." My shoulders vibrate on a silent chuckle. Honestly, between the two of us, I don't know who's kinkier. Yeah, probably her. Nothing beats wearing a mask and fucking openly at a sex club—not that I've ever been to one. I press the button on the side of my phone to check if my dad has sent any messages, but there's no