Page 5 of Accidental Orc Daddy
We slow and turn into a lane that leads to the club, a huge building covered in flashing lights and almost bouncing to the music coming from within. The car slows to a stop.
“Here we are, gentleman,” the driver announces to us.
We down what’s left in our glasses and slide ourselves out of the limousine. We look up at the neon sign of the club.
Good Times
We have arrived.
“This way to a good time,” I tell them as I make my way towards the entrance. The door, of course, is opened for us, and we are greeted by a well-dressed man holding a clipboard, always a good sign.
“Ah, Mister Mustaf, welcome, welcome. It's great to have you back with us. It's been so long.” His face beams with delight. I have no idea what his name is.
“Great to be back!” I declare.
“I have your booth waiting if you’d just like to follow me,” he tells us as he swings around on his heel and leads us through the club.
I watch the guys' eyes widen as we enter the throng of pulsing music and scantily clad women on the dancefloor. This is their first time here, but not mine.
“Mustaf!” I hear a woman call out my name.
“Hey, great to see you again,” I call back to her.
“Oh, she’s hot, what’s her name?” Dragan asks me.
“I have no idea,” I tell him.
“That’s why, my friend, you are the dude,” Dragan replies, patting me on my shoulder.
The VIP booth is plush, comfortable, and gives me a perfect vantage point of the club, especially the dance floor. There are some hot women in here tonight of all species, orcs like us, vampires, fairies, even a few humans. Not that I'm picky.
I feel the pulsating energy of the room as the bodies move to the throbbing rhythm of the music.
Our drinks arrive, and I take a sip. I love the sound of ice clinking against a glass of strong whiskey. The liquid's warmth travels through my body, and I look at the guys, their eyes wide with a continued and unstoppable excitement.
The pact between us tonight is simple. Like so many nights before, it is about living life to the fullest. A smile forms on my face, and I enjoy the feeling of having good friends such as this around me and hot women just as close.
My gaze can’t help but be drawn to them. Their bodies sway and grind against each other in irresistible attraction.
“To good times!” Dragan calls a toast.
We raise our glasses and clink our glasses.
“And the never-ending pursuit of happiness!” I add, and we clink our glasses together again.
“To topless waiters!” Maui shouts, and we all laugh.
“You’re learning,” Fordan replies and clinks his glass.
I can feel the excitement buzzing from them and myself—the hunger of the anticipation of what tonight will bring.
“I have an urge to dance,” Maui says.
“Well, my friend, then you must dance,” I tell him.
“You’re right, Mustaf, you are right,” Maui states as he stands up, fixes himself, and dances his way badly toward the dance floor. But more power to him as I watch him strut his stuff. In fact, he is already attracting the attention of a few fine-looking women.
“Shall we join him?” Dragan suggests, standing up.