Chapter 5: Club Vip

Just before Van got to the edge of the dancefloor, his urge to go came back. He turned around just in time to see Marsha walk out of the same bathroom he was just in. Van looked at Marsha puzzled and she looked at him trying to figure out what he was looking at. “What’s up” she said. “Nothing, I’m heading to the bathroom, hadn’t seen you for a while.” he replied. “Well, now you have. Meet me at the bar when you’re done playing with yourself in there.” Marsha said.

An uneventful bathroom trip later, Van pushed the door open to the thumping of the music. The bodies mashed into each other. Van remembered his own body mashing into some girl sitting on a stool. He saw Sam a few feet in front of him. “Yo Sam” he said trying to get his attention. The music was too loud and Sam didn’t hear him. Van quickened his pace to catch up. A friendly grab of his friend’s shoulder Van leaned in and practically shouted, “This party if fucking nuts, you’ll never believe what happened!” Sam responded, “Fuck yeah, I can’t wait to tell you about my night later! Vegas rules!” They both walked into the crowd, wading through the mass of people.

“Bottoms up!” Marsha shouted. Sam chuffed. Van laughed knowing what he thought he knew. All three down double shots of tequila. As each set their glass down on the bar they stared at each other. Each challenging the other to reach for the lime. None willing to break. Their faces contorted and they eventually broke laughing. “Another” signaled Van to the bartender.

“This place is the best” Van shouted. “Fuck yeah, so much to get into” she responded. “So fucking much” Sam added. “Bottoms up bitches” Marsha commanded. Was this round three? No one could keep track.

Van saw Sam continually glancing off into the distance. He looked to where Sam’s gaze ended. It wasn’t that far from them really. The same the girl Sam was getting it on with earlier and a guy. “Sam must have missed his shot”, Van thought. Next to the guy was another girl. “Well shit”, Van cursed. That girl was the one he fucked over a chair earlier. Even his tequila brain knew this might not be good. Sam turned to Van. “You ok bro?” He asked. Van replied, “Yeah, that’s the girl I was a with earlier. That guy doesn’t look too happy” Sam agreed. Before he said anything else the stranger trio started walking towards them. Ominous music played in the background. No, it didn’t, but it played heavily in Van’s. In an instance the Stranger Trio stood in front of them each matching up like an old school rumble. Van smiled and nodded to his girl gesturing for her to come closer. What else could he do? His dick was buried balls deep into her no more than an hour ago and he was pretty sure his cum was still leaking out of her.

The guy leaned in talking to Marsha, motioning to him and Sam while he spoke. What seemed like a tense situation ended just as quickly as it started. The Stranger Trio walked back to where they were standing before. Marsha threw her arms around the guys’ shoulders. “Not sure what you two dickbags got into earlier. Cezar just invited us to the VIP party.” she shouted. “Lets fucking go, they aren’t going to wait forever!” The Trio joined up with the Stranger Trio as the guy now known as Cezar shook hands with a well dressed security guy standing in front of a wall. A few moments later another well dressed security guy approaches and leads the trios down a dark winding hallway. As the moved through the passage, they stopped hearing the thumping music they grew used to. The silence didn’t last long as they emerged to another rave. This one was smaller, more intimate and the music had a different feel. Cezar, ordered six backdoor specials from the scantly dressed server. When she nodded, acknowledging the order, Van noticed in addition to her fishnet stockings, micro mini-skirt and sheer white top, she was wearing a ball-gag. Cezar lead them to a booth just as the gagged server brought their drinks.