Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 29
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[Club Quit]
It’s 8pm when the dance floor of the club gets opened to the birds of the night and the DJ injects rap music into connection the wires.
The club breathed like a giant with the music pounds, screams of patrons, claps from strippers asses and yells from the bars.
This place might be exclusive, but it’s always full. Rich people love to have the most fun anyways.
Tino sat at the bar with Saint, both downing their glasses of beer while watching strippers who’re gathering dollars with their assholes.
No race tonight cos ten members of Rednecks including their leader disappeared without a trace.
This morning, their warehouse was met clean with no sign of violence of chaos or fight, so no one knows where the ten Rednecks are at.
Race is postponed till tommorow.
“I’m not the only one who loves that they’re missing, right?” Tino asked.
“I hate it,” Saint smirked. “Now, who am I gonna mock in the races?”
“Are you really worried about that?” Tino scoffed. “Man, Rednecks are like fifty, if not hundred, so we’ll never run out of dickheads to play with.”
Saint shrugged.
“Dora Redd is in this club?” Tino noticed suddenly.
Dora sat on a corner space not far from them, vaping while staring intently at Saint.
“Yeah, she may keep staring. Bet she got the balls pic.” Saint sighed.
A sudden howl from the door made Saint and Tino’s head snap to the main entrance of the club.
Two females are entering now, and the closer they stepped in, the more people howled at their majesty.
The strippers on stage are the only people still doing what they’re doing. Everyone else are staring at the two new entries.
“Allison Hart?” Tino muttered, recognizing the most hard-hustling event planner in this city.
“And….” Saint drawled, struggling to remember Seraphina’s name. “SarahNina?” He finally said.
“Dean’s wife?” Tino stood.
Saint smiled, enjoying the attention that fell on her immediately—the attention that fell on the crotchets she and Allison are wearing.
He took a clear picture of Seraphina and sent it to Dean with a message; Never knew your wife was this sexy.
Then, he sent the picture to Tobias too. He didn’t send a message along with that one.
By the door, Seraphina is still frozen cos of the many eyes, and Allison kept trying to make her move.
Allison’s phone kept buzzing too, with Instagram DMs.
She retrieved the phone and opened the DMs. A gasp left her throat.
“Phina!” She tapped her, showing her phone screen.
“50 DMs? People love this crotchet set we’re wearing!”
Seraphina snatched the phone to see for herself.
She gasped too when he saw the DMs.
Now she understands why people of the club have been staring at them.
“People love my….my…”
“Your work.” Allison finished for her.
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[Savior’s Alive Church – Rectory]
Soon, Tobias is gonna go look at the second truck at the old garage.
He’s preparing to leave.
He might even be sleeping there tonight. Dead bodies are interesting. They can’t talk anyways, and they don’t kneel for 4M.
He showered clean and was about to start dressing up when he felt someone entering the bedroom.
Another intruder.
He knew who it was even without turning around.
“I see you still sneak around,” he said and slowly turned. “Ruth.”
Ruth was crying. She had always known how to do that. F+k this girl too hard, and she’ll cry too.
“I know I did bad by posting you as my boyfriend in Hollow despite knowing we were just f+k mates, and I’m sorry for that. Sorry for trying to obstruct you in this Church too, but that’s because of the effect you’ve always had on me!” She left the door and came into the bedroom.
She wore no shoe, just her garment without the head cover.
“It’s not washable, I swear to f+k…” She cussed. “I swear, I tried, I really tried, but these days, it has been too hard I can’t stop myself from thinking it. I know the flesh is powerful, and that’s why I’ve come here before it’ll get worse. If you could just f+k me one more time and I’ll use that to flush you out of my system…. Please, just the tip, and I’ll leave.”
Tobias mobile phone bleeped in bed, and he took it, ignoring her words and pleas and existence.
It’s Saint, texting him?
With rolled eyes, he clicked the message. It’s a picture.
Picture of Seraphina at Club Quit.
Picture of her by the main door of the club, looking open in her crocheted slutty wears. Her br+sts barely fit in the undersized bralette cups.
She almost doesn’t fit into the scene. It’s like a pinch of white in the middle of blackness, but this white is starting to get darkened too.
The innocence is still there, but it’s thinning.
The naivety age exuded before is slimming to his satisfaction.
Now, he doesn’t wanna go watch the carved body at the garage anymore.
Break over. He wants to go somewhere else. Someone needs to be fathered tonight.
He dropped the phone and noticed Ruth is still there in front of him, face still teary and fingers entangled.
Seriously?
His next move? Ruth didn’t expect it.
He unwrapped the towel from his waist, and she caught a glimpse of his beautiful pierced c+k.
Not for long, cos he wrapped his towel back on his waist.
Ruth’s throat dried.
“It’s not for you, Ruthie.” Tobias promised huskily, shoving her violently out of the room.
Ruth fell outside.
“I have somewhere to dress up for.” Tobias stated and shut the door.
TBC.
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