Red

Freedom

Mila and the guard had it going on for some time now. Prixy regarded herself as a patient girl when she needed to be kept quiet. However, she absolutely would like to keep her innocence intact for the right person and time. Mila's flirting style didn't sit well with her. Innuendos were never cool with Prixy. Call her old-fashioned, a naiveté or worst a shy virgin saving her first kiss till now, but she'd never yield to carnal desires for the sake of it. 

The memory harked back regrets to her. “I can never change my before but my now needs to be slightly different”, she encouraged herself. As planned, she sent her an SMS to signal the start of phase 2. She saw Mila pause her flirting to read the message. Her eyes secretly drifted to the bushes where Prixy hid and noticed the red messy bun veiled among the leaves. She winked at her direction and returned her attention to the target. As agreed, that's the signal to slowly creep out of her hiding place so she did.

Meanwhile, the guard smitten by her best friend failed to notice neither Mila's smirk, nor the unsystematically concealed heiress who by now began walking like a duck towards the entrance. He uttered words that made every cell in the red-heads body stand. Mila replied with her own colorful verses too immersed in her role. “My ears, my poor innocent ears,” she whined. “It's already hard work to try sneaking out but these two caused it to be harder.”

“I heard enough dirty talk to last me a lifetime, thank you very much!” She reached the base of the metal gate flushed and a little not too innocent anymore. Not wanting to further tarnish her purity, she sent another SMS to inform her friend of her whereabouts. 

The guard currently had his arms snaked around Mila's hips while his lips littered her neck with kisses. The maid giggled and bit her lower lip in response, egging him to continue with his ministrations. However, their necking was cut short the minute Mila's phone rang and prompted her back to the mission at hand.

"Would you look at the time?" The maid faked surprise to make it more realistic. "Hey! I have to go now hun, maybe we could continue this later?" Mila pouted and played with the guards tie, effectively melting him into a pile of goo.

"Come on Mila, you can't just leave me hanging like a rock down there babe." The guard raised an eyebrow at her. The maid ran her hands across his chest and undid the buttons of his uniform one by one. "Well maybe I can spare a few minutes and let my friend wait a bit longer, lead the way handsome." Wasting no time, he pulled her inside the guard station and out in the open. 

Prixy tried to suppress a curse by covering her mouth with a hand. She never had a chance to witness her friend's antics upfront so this was both amusing and horrifying for her. She couldn't erase the image of her being undressed inside that enclosed guard house. She hurriedly hauled her ass out of the bushes and sprinted to where the scooter was parked. 

The increasing volume of moans and grunts alarmed her. “The f**k! Can you guys slow down a bit?” Relief washed over her the instant that the engine roared to life. It drowned the lewd noises that echoed loudly in the darkness. 

The low hum of the machine spiked up the embers of anticipation left dormant by the wait. ”This is it!” The silent scream reverberated from the depths of her soul. Without further ado, she strapped on the helmet to her head, seated herself and maneuvered the Vespa out to the open. 

With full speed, she drove away far from her prison and whatever Mila and the guard were doing. Her hand trembled with exhilaration whilst the wind bit into her exposed skin but she didn't care. She continued driving like demons were chasing her. Maybe indeed they were but she wouldn't let them catch her. "So this is freedom?" she yelled to no one in particular, heedless of anyone hearing her since the road was empty except for her. 

At long last, for the first time in her life she felt unrestrained, alive and careless. She could get addicted to this. “I'll do this again even if it kills me.” She swore to the skies above and to herself. The night was young. She's driving alone and far away from her cage. It's high time to start living dangerously and she intended to savor every second of it. 

Unfamiliar with this part of the town, she let a GPS app guide her and it pointed that in 5 minutes she'd reach her destination. “That wasn't so hard.” Satisfied with the turn of events and her recently accomplished milestone, she decided to wait for her inside the niterie instead of the café next to it. She's certain that it may take some time for her friend to finish her business, so that's a more practical option than waste her time sitting idly. 

At the time she arrived, finding a place to park proved to be a pain in the neck. Every nook and cranny of the parking area was taken but miraculously, she was able to squeeze in between a black Corolla and blue Vios with the help of a security personnel. She handed him her helmet and thanked the man for his kindness. 

The parking area was in a shared underground with the café beside it. She had to exit through a narrow alleyway that led to the club's main entrance. The long line of people waiting to be admitted in by a lanky man who manned the entry enthralled her but; the sight of the establishment's exterior robbed her breath away as she settled at the very end of the line. 

The pictures on the internet didn't give justice to what she's seeing in the flesh. It reminded her of a Victorian themed house, the one with fancy metal fences and wall lamps. The moon was partly hidden behind the building which added an air of mystery to the ethereal aesthetic. 

“Beautiful”, she unconsciously whispered. "Indeed it is mi lady" a baritone voice scared the wits out of her as it suddenly intruded her musings. "Did I scare ya? I dint mean to hun I'm just concerned that ya stood there like ya died lookin at Red's." A burly bearded man who smelled strongly of something minty stood alongside her, his eyes wrinkled in mirth. 

"I am doing fine sir, just a bit awed by its beauty," she explained and beamed at him. He appeared scary but there's something familiar about the man that made her feel at ease. "Aye, yer not the firs hun, ya new here? I haven't seen ya before." She nodded in response. 

"Why dint ya say so! Lemme help cut yer wait short, need yer ID, ya look too young to be in a club." She felt flattered with his comment but he didn't bother to correct it. Instead she handed him her driver's license. 

"Whoah, would ya look at that! Yer turning 21 in three days," he boomed. "Happy birthday to you sweet cakes. Come er, Yer VIP tonight and firs drink on the house" He gestured for her to follow him. She was directed to a hidden passage at the far right side of the building. She emerged in the VIP lounge which was a balcony that overlooked the dance floor.

Loud music, colorful neon lights, the smell of alcohol, sweat, smoke and s*x welcomed her the moment she stepped in. It's like another world. Chaotic, dark and alluring were three words she'd associate it with. 

The facade of the niterie was a complete contrast to its interior. It's the same as what she saw in the movies but more enchanting. It surpassed her expectations and made her eyes grow wide in wonder. Its interior design was an artistic mix of black and red with an enormous sparkling disco ball as a centerpiece. 

To the right, the speakers thundered to what seemed like the latest EDM track. Next to it, a black guy with corned rows and stylish braided hair, who she assumed was the DJ, expertly mixed in beats to create a hyped up version of the song. 

The dance floor was packed with people, some were drunkenly dancing, a few grinded into another and others were almost doing the deed amidst the crowd. It was a clash of colors, lights and pairs without regard to gender, age and race. In the middle of them all, two equally buff males were shamelessly making out while their friends cheered them on. 

The bar was situated to the far right where the sleek black tables and red leather couches were creatively scattered for those who only wanted to chill, drink and be merry. The same as the dance floor, it's full of people. There were those whispering to each other since the music was too loud to properly talk. Some were either necking or making out but one couple dared to take it up a notch. The still clothed girl sat on the guy's lap and was grinding her hips. Scandalized with the scene, she shyly averted her gaze on the circular bar island instead. 

A short blonde dude manned the bar with precision, a ready grin plastered on his face. He didn't seem affected with all the blatant s****l acts put on show in front of him. Rather, he focused on serving the lone customers who sought refuge in his company. He chatted with a few of them as he expertly mixed drinks and took orders by himself. 

Everything was new and like a sponge she absorbed all at once but still the thirst for more retained. The heavy beat of the drums influenced the rhythm of her heartbeat. The colorful lights goaded her to just give in and lose control. She felt so alive her chest was about to burst with so much happiness. "I love this and it hasn't even started yet."

"I am finally here," she mused then hungrily took everything in.