Getting Freaky On A Friday Night Novels & Stories

It was Friday night. Friday night meant a lot of things to people but to the Mountain Coast Pack's adolescents, it meant parties. The type where you could feel the booze flowing in your bloodstream and it would put your mind into a temporary haze. The type where the music controlled your movements and nearly burst your eardrums. The type where the squeaking of beds above, the moans, the groans and the grunts didn't bother anyone. Why would it? It couldn't simply because it was Friday, and Friday was the one day when you could forget.

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 turned and fled. I grabbed my car keys and drove off blindly, ending on Sana's doorstep and dumping the whole ugly mess onto her. She was all empathy and outrage. Then she suggested her wildcard solution. The bass vibrated through the floor and up my spine. The club Sana had brought me to was filled with drunk strangers dancing and grinding away their weekday misery. "Girl, you have to let loose!" Sana yelled over the music. I hated it. I was heartbroken and I needed to heal, I wasn't a party girl wanting to get high.

Then I laughed, "You need to be careful...you could get the reputation that you're easy. If I'm gonna get lucky, I should at least treat you to dinner and a movie...or buy you a fuckin' beer." Then he grinned, continuing the sexy teasing, "Well, I am easy, and you can plan on getting lucky...why don't you take me home and buy me that beer there." He laughed, "It's fat cock Friday! I wanna feel that big thing throbbing in my hands...wanna swallow a load...and then have you fuck me stupid and fill me with the second!" I shook my head, laughing, "You are horny as fuck...but fat cock Friday? Where did that come from?"

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I asked her while grinning at the thought of my dream girl. “Yeah, the freak?” She answered as if she knew the girl. “Exactly,” I confirmed with a big, proud smile. “So, what's with the freak?” She cluelessly asked and then halted as she realized something. “Oh My Gosh, Prycie! You don't mean she's the one?” She asked in disbelief, and I’m just beaming. “Kyaaaaaah! I told you! I told you! I told you! I'm freaking right the whole f*cking time! Kyaaaah!” She's screaming and shaking her phone, or she is jumping on her chair. What a wild reaction!

********************* Fabiola seemed engrossed with learning how to bake Easter pies but her mind was preoccupied with something else. She couldn’t stop thinking of this morning’s rounds of hot satisfying sex. “Fab,what are you thinking about?I’ve been calling your name for ages.” Fabiola quickly shook her head. “It’s nothing.” She looked up to see Alicia smiling at her. This woman was freaking her out by her sudden kindness. “What’s on your neck?is that an hickey?”And that was Esme. She had noticed about three on Fabiola which were visible. She wondered how many she had underneath her clothes.

"Just one. What makes you assume I’m attending this event with you?" He looks around the office. "Did you think I was talking to someone else?" Asshole. "No. It just sounded like you believe I have to go wherever you ask." His glare makes his thoughts obvious. I’m the man whose name will be on your next paycheck. I take a deep breath and say the words that would probably get me checked into a mental institution. "I have plans tomorrow night. Once I get home, I will cook dinner, eat, and carry my diary to bed to write about fictional men I would like to fuck. I don’t think I can make time for a charity auction I wasn’t informed about."

And some sat at the bar, some set on couches. Addie gave Paris a warning look. She wondered if Paris had made those stories up to scare her off, or prank her. Cage caught her glare at Paris. "Tonight is a calm night. It's only Wednesday. Most are worn out from working and still have tomorrow and Friday work." Cage explained. "Oh, ok." Addie replied. "Friday and Saturday are the wild orgie nights." He laughed. Addie blushed. She didn't know if he was telling the truth or kidding her. Cage walked over to an empty sofa. Paris was behind Addie. She hadn't realized all the guys that were with them had disappeared.

"Every person, someday in his life, fantasized or will fantasize about something that most consider wrong. In this place, the fantasy happens. You see men imitating dogs, women who scream in ecstasy for men they don't know, and the next day, even if you find them on the street, you will never know who they are. Anonymity is sex. And if you think it's fun, I don't care. It's their life, I don't get into it. I nodded, straightening my shoulders to get rid of a back pain. The bartender was back at his station, and only when he approached to get something from the fridge, I spoke again. “Does this place only house people with insane fantasies? He gave me a mischievous smile. "No, girl. Only the