sound of the loud music. Cheers arose from the appreciative crowd as the DJ mixed the tune into another popular number. Lights and lasers spun, twisting and turning, throwing shapes and illuminations across the walls and floors. The thunderous bass continued to kick from the clubs state of the art sound system.
She was amongst the crowd, her arms held above her head, fingers outstretched reaching for the lasers. Her body was in a complete state of euphoria, she felt amazing. It had been a little over an hour since she had swallowed the small white tablet. She had managed to buy it from one of the unregulated dealers inside. At twenty-six years old, it was the first time she'd ever taken drugs. It was the first time she had ever felt this alive. The serotonin released from her brain, increased by the MDMA she had taken, gave her the feeling of relaxation, confidence and an overwhelming sensation of empathy. She was happily speaking to strangers and exchanging hugs.
She had no objection to drug use; she had always taken a liberal stance on most things, but tonight was about making a fresh start. She had made her decision, regardless of anyone else - it was time for her to start looking after number one.
She continued to dance, all that mattered right here and now was the sound of the music, alive and energetic as it thundered around in her mind, she had never felt this good in her entire life.
All around the club she could sense the same feeling, a feeling of unity, bonding and albeit chemically induced – love.
Vicky was a pretty girl, her straight brown hair fell to the middle of her face, and she had stunning natural features – a girl that rarely had to wear makeup.
Thirty minutes passed in what seemed to be a few seconds, she realised that she needed a drink. The nightclub was hot, the lack of air conditioning combined with the number of people crammed into such a small space made it sweaty. Not that she minded.
Walking from the dance floor she headed in the direction of the bar, a little unsteady on her feet. Standing in the queue, she took a look around. Looking around the club it was spectacular, she felt that she had never seen so many people in a small amount of space. Everywhere around, people were dancing, sat at tables drinking and attempting to speak over the loud volume of the music. A particularly excitable couple next to her at the bar were engaged in a heavy tonguing session – she looked away with a shy smile.
Turning as the barman had given the last punter their change, she shouted over, ordering a bottle of water. Returning, the barman handed over the bottle as she paid. Unscrewing the lid she took a deep swig, the cold contents hitting her stomach making her need to use the bathroom.
The female toilets were disgusting, each of the sinks were filled to the brim with water and were overflowing onto the floor. Standing at the mirrors, women were re-applying make-up and brushing their hair. Small groups were stood around discussing the events of the evening and commenting on the amount of talent in the club.
Passing by a small group of women, one of them pleasantly smiled in acknowledgment and she headed towards the cubicle at the end of the row. Whilst sitting, she heard a mumbled conversation between two women in the next cubicle about cutting up lines of cocaine. Figuring that this was normal clubbing culture and something that she would have to get used to, she ignored the discussion.
She sat staring at the back of the cubicle door, the pleasant feel of the chemicals flowing through her body felt amazing. Her vision kept blurring slightly and then dropping back into focus. It felt strange but nice.
After washing up she walked past the group of women again and through the door back into the club. The kick from the bass reverberated in her chest, she was no longer hearing the music, she was feeling the music.
She slithered past a few people who were dancing outside the toilets and walked in
She was amongst the crowd, her arms held above her head, fingers outstretched reaching for the lasers. Her body was in a complete state of euphoria, she felt amazing. It had been a little over an hour since she had swallowed the small white tablet. She had managed to buy it from one of the unregulated dealers inside. At twenty-six years old, it was the first time she'd ever taken drugs. It was the first time she had ever felt this alive. The serotonin released from her brain, increased by the MDMA she had taken, gave her the feeling of relaxation, confidence and an overwhelming sensation of empathy. She was happily speaking to strangers and exchanging hugs.
She had no objection to drug use; she had always taken a liberal stance on most things, but tonight was about making a fresh start. She had made her decision, regardless of anyone else - it was time for her to start looking after number one.
She continued to dance, all that mattered right here and now was the sound of the music, alive and energetic as it thundered around in her mind, she had never felt this good in her entire life.
All around the club she could sense the same feeling, a feeling of unity, bonding and albeit chemically induced – love.
Vicky was a pretty girl, her straight brown hair fell to the middle of her face, and she had stunning natural features – a girl that rarely had to wear makeup.
Thirty minutes passed in what seemed to be a few seconds, she realised that she needed a drink. The nightclub was hot, the lack of air conditioning combined with the number of people crammed into such a small space made it sweaty. Not that she minded.
Walking from the dance floor she headed in the direction of the bar, a little unsteady on her feet. Standing in the queue, she took a look around. Looking around the club it was spectacular, she felt that she had never seen so many people in a small amount of space. Everywhere around, people were dancing, sat at tables drinking and attempting to speak over the loud volume of the music. A particularly excitable couple next to her at the bar were engaged in a heavy tonguing session – she looked away with a shy smile.
Turning as the barman had given the last punter their change, she shouted over, ordering a bottle of water. Returning, the barman handed over the bottle as she paid. Unscrewing the lid she took a deep swig, the cold contents hitting her stomach making her need to use the bathroom.
The female toilets were disgusting, each of the sinks were filled to the brim with water and were overflowing onto the floor. Standing at the mirrors, women were re-applying make-up and brushing their hair. Small groups were stood around discussing the events of the evening and commenting on the amount of talent in the club.
Passing by a small group of women, one of them pleasantly smiled in acknowledgment and she headed towards the cubicle at the end of the row. Whilst sitting, she heard a mumbled conversation between two women in the next cubicle about cutting up lines of cocaine. Figuring that this was normal clubbing culture and something that she would have to get used to, she ignored the discussion.
She sat staring at the back of the cubicle door, the pleasant feel of the chemicals flowing through her body felt amazing. Her vision kept blurring slightly and then dropping back into focus. It felt strange but nice.
After washing up she walked past the group of women again and through the door back into the club. The kick from the bass reverberated in her chest, she was no longer hearing the music, she was feeling the music.
She slithered past a few people who were dancing outside the toilets and walked in
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