Pyke

Camila

The NIGHT STALKER CLUB is grandiloquent in red neon bold letters—it’s blindingly bright as to obscure my vision.

The club is best known for elites and celebrities, but my cousin has the luck to work as one of the bartenders. I’m glad to hear the news of re-opening after the last month’s incident. It means my cousin is back in his work.

Bianca presents our ID to one of the bouncers who looks huge and intimidating. He gives me a second look after glancing back to our ID on his hand. I may look younger than my age but I’m already twenty one and I just got my college degree.

The bass frequencies from the huge sound systems reverberate through my chest cavity. My eyes widen in amazement to see the virtual music playing on the 3D walls. Laser lights flash patterns to the dance floor, and it simultaneously changes colors to the beat of the music. Pretty awesome, I must say.

The DJ plays one of the most popular hit songs on the chart. People yell in excitement, hands raising in the air as they move like in slow motion.

Bianca and Megan drag me to the crowded dance floor. The smell of sweat, perfumes, and booze don’t stop me from swaying my hips as I watch my friends are also dancing with me.

I grin and close my eyes. It feels good to get lost in the music thumping through the speakers. The beat of the music starts pulsating my body as I follow the rhythm.

We dance for I don’t know how long until I am sweaty and slick. My breathing catches and my heart thumping wildly in my chest.

Bianca says something that I can’t make out any words.

“What?” I yell.

We bark into laughter when we clearly can’t understand one another. We get ourselves out of the dance floor, even so, the music is still loud for us to start chatting.

“I need a drink!” Megan yells to my ear.

I nod in agreement, yelling back, “I need a restroom!”

She leans her face closer, pointing to the empty table at the left corner of the bar. “We’ll be there.”

I groan inwardly as I see the line of women waiting outside the ladies room is longer than customers waiting

sag as I walk away until a strong hand grabs me on my

pair of brown eyes narrowing down at me. His fake blond hair is jelled

you doing in here,

to the nightclubs,

already the answer. His pierced brows meet, clearly not happy

an hour of his lecture on why I come tonight though,

you will allow me.”

night and it’s too loud and crowded for you,” he says as if I haven’t noticed.

time I checked my auditory nerves are just perfectly fine.”

groans, clenching his jaw. Seconds later he sighs

We’re already

found a table.”

line of

“Yup.”

is a perfect cousin though he’s overprotective

follow him, then he fishes out the keys from his pocket as we stop in front of the door with ‘for employees use only’ sign

lock the door after you, okay?” He inspects me from head to toe, shaking

berate me for what I wear tonight. I’ll think about what to answer later, or I might shut my mouth

get inside the restroom, uttering thank you. This is a hundred times cleaner than the public

a paper towel while taking a look at myself in the mirror. I re-coat

with a sigh of

“Harder!” A voice of a woman makes

brow rises.

God,

A rich masculine voice with a hint of roughness grunts. His single word gives

the narrow hallway—a dark wooden door is just a few steps

“Oh God, more! Harder!” the woman yells in between