Getting Freaky On A Friday Night Novels & Stories

The thick layer of makeup she piles on every morning probably blocks out sound. Nothing would make me happier than to break up with her, but she is my boss' daughter. And I'm not suicidal. This explains why I’m in a bar on the other side of town at one o’clock in the morning looking for some ass. We're not in a normal relationship, just more like bang buddies but she feels like she owns me. Anyway, where was I? Yes, clubs! I'm only in here tonight because it's a Friday night and there is this social "rule" that staying in on a Friday night is a lame thing to do.

Gabby manages to reply in fear. "Get back to your hall! " he commands and Gabby and I make to walk away. "Not you! " It commands. I for a fact know it's me its talking to. This must be the freak from last night. "M.. Me? " Gabby questions in fear. "No! " it replies sharply and Gabby makes a run for it. Here I am, proberbly at midnight, in a passage way all alone with a paranormal freak that seems to seek my virginity.

I gripped the handlebars and rode my bike toward the garage before shutting the roll-up door behind me. Then I headed inside the bar. And just as expected…Friday night was already in full swing. The festival was in full motion. Loud music blasted through the speakers while laughter and drunken shouting bounced off the walls. Cigarette smoke curled thickly through the air. Bottles were scattered across nearly every table, and club girls moved around freely, draping themselves over whichever man caught their attention. Fridays were always reserved for business like shipment days, deals being closed, money changing hands.

I sat there for a moment with my hands still on the wheel. I had never been to a place like this alone. I had barely been to places like this at all. Loud rooms and strangers and bass you could feel in your back teeth — that was never really my idea of a good night. But tonight I didn't want a good night. I just wanted to stop thinking. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car. The music hit me the second the door opened. Heavy bass. The kind that gets into your ribs. I paused just inside the entrance and let my eyes adjust to the dim lighting, the shifting colors from whatever lights were rigged above the dance floor.

Something in me snapped. “NO!” I yelled, pushing his hands off me. “I’m not playing anymore.” The group booed loudly, and Elena laughed, shoving another drink into my hands, while ranting, I had no choice but to drink it, just shut her up. Within minutes, everything became worse than it already was. My head felt heavy, hot and fuzzy. I needed to escape before I made a mess of myself. I stumbled upstairs, pushing through sweaty bodies, my short party dress riding up my thighs as I hurried up the stairs.

Tarrin faked a cough again and said, “I’d rather you be at the house tonight, it IS FRIDAY, you know, and I will need you to take Ms. Parks home once she wraps up her work.” Linux turned and nodded, remembering what would happen tonight, “Oh uh, yeah, Friday night. I almost forgot, sorry.” Josey looked between the two and asked, “What’s so special about Friday?” Tarrin quickly thought of an answer, “It’s date night,” he responded before coughing and correcting himself quickly, “I mean, movie night for Linux and me.” Linux nodded quickly in agreement and responded playfully, “Yeah, we watch movies, eat snacks, and wear face masks while talking about boys, er, I mean girls, we talk about WOMEN

Craft pushed a button for the top floor, and I held my breath. Him caressing his thumb along mine should have felt soothing, but I was anything but calm. Fantasy Night. I kept picturing shirtless men walking around, flirting, and having an orgy or some other weird kinky shit that I was naïve to being a reality. Was Craft really into that crazy stuff? Guess I was going to find out.

I guess I’m kicked to the back. We listen to some music on the way there. All different genres. Red cups scatter across the lawn. People practically fucking right out in the open. As soon as my feet touch the ground I can feel the vibrations of the music. Alcohol reeks and I’m not even inside the house yet. Lights fill the inside of the house, spilling out. Girls vomiting into plants and random shoes scattered everywhere. This is not my type of Friday night.

I smiled, turning to move towards the exit. ********************************************************* It was Friday night at the club which meant that there was glitter, tons and tons of glitter. While I myself wasn't a glitter fan, I couldn't deny the satisfaction it gave me to watch those ladies' asses bounce up and down in the skimpy outfits they wore, the way their breasts twinkled and sparkled in the lights that flashed on and off to the beat of the music.

I looked out the window to see Vlad take off. I walked to the elevator and waited for the door to open when my phone pinged. I looked at my phone to see who had texted me. The text came in from a group chat. Tate and Skye sent me a text letting me know that they were going to be staying home for another day. I got really sad after seeing this text, see on Fridays we go out dancing at random clubs. This Friday was going to be a great night because we were going to the same club we went to last Friday, which meant that I would get to see Mr.Sexy again.