Chapter 8. An erotic club..
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It had been two days since that encounter with Mr Thompson and Brittany still couldn't believe it. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions and even though she hadn't planned for such entanglement with him, she wouldn't deny the fact that she was drawn to him in a way she couldn't explain. She felt a spark of attraction towards him despite the awkwardness of the situation.
“You've been thinking a lot lately,” Fiona's voice rang out across the corridor, cutting Brittany off her thoughts.
Brittany exhaled and forced a smile, clutching her book tightly to her chest.
“I've been trying to process some things. I'm also dealing with some stuff,” She replied, her voice steady.
“Nothing I can't handle,” She added.
Fiona shrugged, pushing a strand of hair behind her ears. As they strolled through the large corridor, a sudden burst of screams emerged from a nearby classroom, drawing their attention.
There was a group of ladies swooning over the latest social media post of a certain professor.
“Oh my gosh! He's so handsome. Does anyone know if he's single?” A lady's voice overshadowed the murmurs of the crowd, as the group of students surged forward, all eager to catch a glimpse of the lecturer in question.
“I don't think so..” a plump tanned lady replied, her voice laced with certainty.
As they kept swooning over his posts and digging more information about him, Fiona couldn't help but be curious.
She jerked Brittany on the shoulder and asked, “Aren't you curious to know who it is they're fanning over?”
Brittany’s lips twitched and she rolled her eyes, saying dryly, “Probably some pretty boy with abs, right?”
Fiona's brows creased in slight disappointment. “No. I doubt if it's some random guy. I'm sure it's one of the lecturers..”
“I'm gonna go find out..” Fiona whispered, giving Brittany a wink. In the twinkle of an eye, she was already in front of the ladies inserting herself into the group, her eyes shining with amusement as she asked "Spill the tea, who's the hottie?”
Brittany rolled her eyes at her friend's antics.
Fiona's eyes went wide as she scrolled through the pictures with interest. She brought out her phone and began typing on her screen.
“Oh my, you can't believe this..” she mumbled, her eyes wide in shock..
“What? What is all the fuss about? Brittany asked, raising an eyebrow as Fiona returned, grinning from ear to ear.
Fiona showed Brittany her phone screen. Brittany's eyes narrowed as she stared at the images of Mr Thompson posing for a fitness photoshoot.
He stood tall, his chiseled physique evident even under the fitted boxer briefs, showcasing his toned abs and athletic build.
The fabric clung to his muscular thighs, and his broad shoulders seemed to flex even in the stillness of the photo.
He looked so hot and sexy, an overall effect which was undeniably captivating, explaining the ladies' excitement.
Brittany held her breath, trying not to show any reaction.
He was a boxer with a physique honed from years of boxing.
His secret identity with teaching as a cover for his true identity as a fighter.
That same secret had just been exposed.
How the hell did they get to know??
“He's so handsome.. I wish he'd notice me.” Fiona whispered, clutching the phone to her chest.
Brittany felt uneasy, her thoughts drifting to her encounter with Mr Thompson and she hoped that Fiona wouldn't find out.
Once they arrived at their dormitory, Fiona grabbed some snacks from the vending machine while Brittany's eyes remained glued to her phone.
The last time she went to see Dylan, he wasn't in his mansion and she had no clue where he was.
A deep breath escaped her lips as she shut her eyes.
And then, her eyes fluttered open as an idea hit her.
She recalled that he owned a bar here in Indiana. If he wasn't at home, then he should be in his bar.
Getting on her feet, she grabbed her bag and wore her shoes.
“Where are you going?” Fiona looked up from her phone with raised brows.
“Urm. I have to go somewhere. I need to get some documents from my uncle..”
“Oh, okay. I hope you won't return late cos I have plans on watching a movie with you,”
“I won't be late. I promise.” Brittany mumbled, her voice unwavering.
She forced a smile as she stepped out of the room, determination washing over her.
She had to see Dylan. She badly needed to see him.
Boarding a taxi, she reclined on her seat and informed the driver about her location.
“Alright, Miss,” He replied and turned on the ignition with an energetic vibe.
He drove off across the street, the houses turning into blurs in the darkness of night, the streetlight casting a rhythmic glow on the deserted roads ahead
Once they arrived at the colourful bar, her eyes gleamed with anticipation, her mind racing.
Alighting from the taxi, she fumbled for her purse and reached out for her fare. After handing it over to the driver he nodded before driving off, leaving her standing alone on the sidewalk.
One breath. Two deep breaths escaped her lips as she took her gaze back to the dimly lit club. Strobing lights danced across the crowded dance floor, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the sea of swaying bodies.
Two men in suits stood at the entrance with sturdy expressions on their faces.
Brittany took a good look at them.
Tall, broad, dapper suit with dark shades except for a moustache.
“Your invitation card?” One of them asked, his voice low and smooth.
She gulped hard. She had no clue they needed an invite to attend the club. goddamn!
She rummaged through her purse with trembling hands, feigning a search for the invitation card as she struggled to regain her composure. Her fingers brushed against her phone, wallet, and lipstick, but she continued to dig, her eyes scanning the cluttered bag as a distraction from the men's intimidating stares.
“I - urm. I think I forgot it,” She whispered, her voice unsteady.
Silence ensued and her heart raced as she wondered if they had noticed her attempt to cover it up.
“What's your age? And do you have your ID with you?” One of the men asked, the dark one with dreadlocks.
Brittany’s eyes went wide. She didn't expect that they'd ask such a question. For a moment, she was taken aback, unsure how to respond…
“No I don't have my ID with me but trust me when I say that I'm twenty one,” She lied, her voice steady.
As the men exchanged glances, her heart skipped and she wondered what they might think of her forgetfulness.
Should she have mentioned that she's acquainted with the CEO, the wonder of the clubhouse, her uncle, Dylan?
Her lips parted and just before she could reply, one of them cut in, “You can go in.”
Relief etched her features. She released a faint breath and clutched her bag’s handle tightly.
“Thanks,” She mumbled, forcing a smile
Fiddling with her fingers, she stared at the vibrant club with a kaleidoscope of colors that reflected the excitement and energy of the night.
As she walked in, several eyes roamed her body and she felt exposed even with the fitted black mini dress she wore.
The stench of stale alcohol and worn leather enveloped her. The dimly lit interior was alive with the laughter of men clustered around the bar, their faces ruddy from drink. The thumping bass reverberated through the air like a living pulse.
On the small stage, ladies danced with enthusiasm, giving off s****l vibes that drew men's attention.
One thing that caught her attention as the couple in the middle of the hall, completely naked and having s*x. A lady bent on all fours while a man thrusted from behind. A robust man leaned on the sofa, half naked, while two ladies pleasured him with their touches.
Some ladies gave men blow jobs on the seattes.
They glanced at Brittany as she walked in, their tongues gliding and bobbing up and down the man's c**k.
Brittany's brows creased.
What on earth is going on?
She's only been to a club, not once but twice and that was when she was in high school.
Never had she seen anything like this before.
Was this the kind of club her uncle ran???
The realization hit her like a jolt of electricity.
It was an erotic club.
Moans rendered the air and she felt her legs slowly turning into lead as she moved.
“Hey, darling!” She heard a rough masculine voice calling from behind and she could tell that it wasn't Dylan, except a creep who had his eyes on her.
“Hello beautiful, are you here alone?” He asked once again and she froze when she heard footsteps.
A knot formed in her stomach when she felt his presence around her..
He placed both hands on her shoulder as he stood behind her.
With his breath lingering on hers, he whispered, “Since you're here alone, how about we go into one of the rooms and have a night of our lives? I have a VIP pass.”
She turned to face him, his wide grin and lustful eyes made her almost puke.
Damnit. She was here to see Dylan and not some stupid drunk pervert.
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