Inheritance

Chapter 49

"Let's just go inside. I promise it's not as bad as it seems." Isabella defended, leading us down the cobblestone sidewalk until we eventually reached the front of a worn-down grey and white establishment.

"So, I think we just have to wait until someone comes to get us." She continued, staring at the flashy camera perched on the stilted door frame.

A few seconds later, the front double doors pressed open and a stoic security guard popped his head through the small crack. After Isabella showed him what appeared to be a paper receipt of our tickets, he extended the door wide enough to allow each of us through. 

We walked silently behind the guard as he led us down a narrow hallway. Seeming to share the same skeptical thoughts about our current ordeal, Coco and I began to make precarious faces at one another along the way. Eventually, when we reached a hollow passing further down the hallway, the man thunderously knocked on the last door at the end of the path. 

The action was proceeded by a series of unlocks on the opposite end of the door, until it slowly flooded open.

"Alright, ladies. Have fun, and remember to be safe." The security guard warned before throwing us one last cautionary look and nodding his head for us to step forward.

Once we did, I only then began to hear the brass music pulsing into the quiet pass we'd been posted in. As we crossed onto the other side of the door, the environment seemed to shift from one of utter eeriness to an entirely different context of pure recreational bliss. It turned out, beyond what appeared to be a largely abandoned business front, was a reclusive night club with hundreds of people scandalously having a good time.

Inside the club, we were escorted by a female hostess to a VIP section. She motioned with her arms for us to sit down on a spotted leather couch, as she simultaneously provided us with marked green wristbands to wear.

"Don't take these off. They let everyone else in here know that you're first timers. And, trust me. You want that." The hostess apprised, before taking down our drink orders and walking off to deliver them to the bartender.

"First timers? What does that even mean?" I asked Coco, who immediately shrugged her shoulders then continued to miraculously gaze around the space.

"This is so fucking cool right?" She asked, prompting me to nod my head to avoid dampening her spirit. I mean partying was fun and all, but I wasn't necessarily a club girl.

When the hostess returned a few minutes later with our drinks, she was accompanied by a band of shirtless men dressed in suit pants and ties. They were wearing masquerade masks that shielded most of the identifiable components of their faces. Though, from what I could see, it was quite obvious that they were conventionally attractive.

"So, which one of you beautiful ladies is the bachelorette?" One of them directed  at us, while the rest of the men helped distribute our drinks.

"She is!" Coco belatedly yelled while pointing at Isabella. This caused the swarm of "exotic dancers" to begin to form a large circle around her.

From the way Isabella yelped shockingly at the act, I involuntarily released a staunch laugh. She looked so uncomfortable as she tried to decide on where to place her hands among the chiseled bodies of men. 

Amidst the mayhem of the male dancers taking their turns gyrating on Isabella, I noticed that one of them in particular wasn't participating in the performance. Instead, his emerald eyes had protracted onto me in a mischievous way. Though I couldn't make out his precise facial features, I felt myself becoming unusually aroused from his immodest stares.

Something wasn't right.

Suddenly, everything down there felt abnormally sensitive. As in, I could unnaturally feel the tightness of my panties pressing into my slit and causing my heat to dampen. For a few seconds, I tried to ignore the arousing sensation, but it began to feel completely unbearable. So much so, that I nearly lost it when a probing pressure started to accrue from my clit to my stomach. 

After a few more moments of exchanging glances with the mystery man, he discreetly removed himself from his group of colleagues and began to slowly prance towards...me?

Wait, I hope he didn't think I was interested. Well, was I?

"I think I'm going to head to the bathroom." I quickly voiced to Coco,  who had been mindlessly dancing beside me to the entrancing music.

"Huh?" She asked, struggling to hear my voice over the blasting beats of the DJ's uppity soundtrack.

"I said I'm going to go look for a bathroom." I repeated, already beginning to draw away from her to avoid the man that was steadily approaching our space. However, her manicured hands clasped onto my wrist, preventing me from turning all the way around.

"Wait, is it starting to kick in already?" She returned, though her words came out sounding quite incoherent, making it difficult to decode each coerced syllable that fell from her nested lips.

"Wait...what?" I asked, confused on what it she'd been referencing.

"N-nothing, do you want me to come with you?" She redirected, stumbling on a passing stranger who'd unintentionally bumped into her

Was she drunk already?

"No, it's fine. I think I'll manage on my own. I'm more worried about your ability to keep standing up." I implied, causing her to release a faint chuckle as she nodded her head in understanding.

"Girl, this is nothing. Hurry up and go to the bathroom and I'll be right here when you get back." She shooed me away, continuing to lousily sway her body to the rhythm of the pumping music.

Giving her one last cautious glance, I quickly walked away from our section, earning a few unwanted stares from creeps luring along the back corners of the club. Trying to keep my focus fixed on finding the bathroom, I headed straight up the dance floor, while intentionally twisting and weaving my body to avoid colliding into the swarms of intoxicated humans.

It was only after walking aimlessly around for another three minutes or so that I fortunately stumbled upon an empty hallway leading down a flight of stairs. Hoping that the impromptu path would take me to my intended target, I curiously began to follow the dimly lit corridor down a windy set of stairs. 

At the bottom of the relatively long steps was a large steel door and, had I been in my right mind, I perhaps would have quickly retracted my steps back up the stairs and towards the main floor. Because, if I were being honest, everything about this moment seemed fairly suspicious. However, after getting a few drinks in, I was now beginning to feel overly risky. 

Thus, against me better judgement, I decided to hesitantly open the obtusely heavy door, no longer worried about handling my nether situation in the bathroom but much rather preferring to know what lied on the opposite side of the visibly ominous scene. 

As I stepped through the thickly bordered overhead door, I wasn't quite sure what I had been expecting to see on the other side. But, suffice to say, it was far from what currently caroused my view.

What the hell?

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Setting up the steps for the next chapter👀🤭 Double update this weekend? Probably!

~~Chelly😘😘