Page 11 of A Game of Secrets

"OH MY GOD! WE'D BE SISTERS!!" we shout in unison before falling into each other in fits of giggles.

Arriving at the club I can already feel the warm buzz of alcohol running through my system but it doesn’t deter me as I head straight to the bar and order us a large pitcher of Sex on the Beach.

With the music blasting and the first sip of my cocktail going down all too easily, I slowly turn to take in my surroundings. This isn’t our usual outing spot but the girls at work have been raving about it for weeks and it’s girls night so it was a no brainer. I take in the decor and even through the strobe lighting, that I’m sure should come with an epilepsy warning, I can make out the industrial vibe they’ve gone with. The framework is exposed metal piping throughout, laying hold to bare brick walls and old industrial style light fixtures. It’s quite beautiful actually. The bar area covers the back wall, allowing for a staff entrance to the far side. Thick black marble lines the top with chrome fitted taps and optics. The wall at the back is all mirror allowing the lighting to bounce and giving me the chance to check the line up of guys at the bar without them noticing. No one catches my eye just yet, but the night is young and I won't be entirely picky.

There’s a dense fog about a foot thick covering the entire dance floor, seeping from the machines standing either side of the DJ booth and weeding itself through the legs of those who stand in its way. The smell instantly takes me back to our old elementary school disco’s and the memory of it makes me smile. The dance floor itself is a huge area, completely swamped with people, some old, some younger, but all having a good time. Their bodies grind against each other in every direction I look. I notice a VIP section off to the right but it’s a little more subdued than the rest of the room so it’s hard to make out from where I stand. The toilets are on the opposite wall towards the back corner and surrounding the dance floor on the other side is a collection of tables and booths, separated by glass walls framed with black metal scaffolding, fitted with cushy velvet couches and marble top tables that match the bar. The whole club looks expensive and I think it may be my new favorite place. That thought alone brings a smile to my face. This is going to be such a good night.

"See anyone?" I shout over the thumping bass to Kat. We survey our surroundings perched by the edge of the dance floor, hoping she's narrowed down a group of good looking men for us to get friendly with and swindle free drinks for the rest of the evening. She shakes her head, sipping through one of the cocktail straws and I watch as her eyes grow wide.

"No not yet but I think somebody has spotted us," she laughs then grabs my hand and pulls me towards the VIP booth section. As soon as we stop, I realize to my horror that it had been Tom Graves and my stomach turns. Wearing white fitted pants and a navy blue shirt with an unsightly amount of chest hair on show, his face lights up at the sight of us. That disgustingly evil grin is plastered across his face again. With his eyes practically undressing every inch of our bodies, he already appears to have had one too many drinks.

"Ladies, ladies, don’t you look gorgeous out of your uniforms,” he chirps, his tongue darting out over his lips. My first impulse is to turn away and somehow pretend we hadn't seen him to see if we could get away with it, but Kat is already wedging herself down between the velvety cushioned sofa and the table and pouring out three shots of vodka from the bottle collection in the middle. She eyes me impatiently and nods her head for me to follow suit and sit down too.

Three shots later and the unease has slowly begun to fade, the vodka burning my throat as it goes down.

"You're so beautiful Lucille." Tom slurs as he edges closer to me across the booth. I smile politely and look to Kat for moral support but she's too busy eyeing up some hunky blonde across the room. She’s no help.

"Thanks Tom." I swallow. He shifts closer, placing his hand on my knee and stroking this thumb across my skin.

"I need a drink!" I blurt, standing up to shake him off.

"Brilliant idea," he says, standing up next to me and fumbling with his crotch to rearrange his visibly growing hard on beneath his pants. "I'll get us a bottle of champagne," he adds before quickly turning and hurrying off towards the bar. I cringe inwardly and look to find Kat wiping away tears as she snorts into her cocktail.

"Don't you dare laugh," I scold, plonking back down beside her.

"I'm sorry," she says. "It's just too funny to watch how much you turn him on, and he has no idea you'd rather eat your own eyeballs. He’s like a fucking puppy wanting to hump your leg." She's laughing again, throwing her head back and pushing into my shoulder.

"Shut up Kat, you're absolutely no help whatsoever." I say, rolling my eyes and pouring out another couple of shots before he returns.

"Oh come on doll, at least he's buying the drinks," she smirks, holding up to cheers before we down them. Sucking in air as the burn hits the back of my throat I shake my head.

"Can we please go dancing when he gets back?" I beg, Kat winks at me.

"Sure thing baby doll, but you better hurry up and get your dancing shoes on real quick cause here comes casanova."

After another round of trying to keep Tom's hand from slipping under my dress and more glasses of champagne, then we're up to dance. I weave in and out of the tangle of bodies, glad to be leaving Tom to sort his crotch out in the booth alone. I pull Kat along behind me until we hit the middle of the dance floor. The drumming pulse beating through me, the strobe lights cutting through the room, I completely lose myself, letting the alcohol and music take over. My body moves in every direction I will it to, catching eyes with Kat as we move together dancing to a remix of 'Crazy What Love Can Do' by David Guetta and Becky Hill.

As the bass drops, I feel a pair of hands slink around my waist. I look at Kat who gives me a playful wink as she taps on the guy's shoulder next to her then asks him to dance. I turn to face a dark haired man with eyes bluer than the ocean and wrap my arms around his neck, moving my hips against his in rhythm with the music. His breath heavy with rum liquor he leans down and asks for my name, his lips so close to my ear, the words send a shiver over my body.

“Luci,” I say, head swaying to the music. “What’s yours?”

“Franco,” he replies, pulling me tighter and digging his fingers into my skin. “You’re so hot,” he groans, nipping my earlobe with his teeth. The she-devil inside of me does a little happy dance as I turn around grinding my ass against Franco's crotch, thoroughly enjoying the fact that I can feel him getting hard beneath his jeans. He glides his hands down my waist and places his hands over my hips before bringing his mouth round to my neck, his tongue tracing the length from my ear lobe to my shoulder.

"You wanna take this somewhere quiet Princess?" he whispers low in my ear. I turn back to face him, shaking my head with a playful smile on my face.

"I'm happy here dancing," I counter, trying to keep it light and friendly. I know I said I wanted to get laid but not with this guy. I want to stay where I can be seen, you can never be too careful with strangers. I’m not stupid and I know I’ll have earned myself a pat on the back from my brother dearest for sticking to my ground. I bring my arms back round to his neck and continue to move against him hoping he gets the hint. He takes a step back then grabs my wrist.

"Come on baby, it'll be fun just the two of us." Obviously he didn’t get the hint. I stop dancing, getting a little annoyed now too.

"I said no.” I pull my wrist from his grasp and step back slightly. His face is a picture of utter annoyance as he pulls me back towards him.

“Don’t be such a cock tease, Princess.”

With my buzz quickly dwindling away, I push him hard in the chest. “Piss off, you dick, don’t you know how to have fun?” I snap, leaving him waving his hand in my face in frustration as he turns and leaves muttering under his breath.

Finding Kat lip locked with the hunky blonde she eyed earlier, I let her know I’m heading to the toilets. She gives me a quick flash of a smile before sticking her tongue back down his throat. I shake my head smiling to myself, she’s always lucky on a night out. I walk through the bathroom doors bumping straight into a group of women pruning themselves in the mirror. Wearing next to nothing but small pieces of cloth that barely cover their fronts and come down just past their asses. My eyes go wide and my mouth falls open in shock.

“Watch it, bitch!” one of them spits, straightening out her poor excuse for a skirt.

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