Chapitre 82: Did you girls start already?
"Where are you going?" Oliver asked, looking at her. "Can I come along? I will be all alone with Mom and Dad away."
Amara looked back at him with a thoughtful expression on her face. She seemed to be considering the idea, weighing the pros and cons. Finally, she nodded and smiled at her brother. "Hmm, yeah, why not? Let's hang out together. Just be sure to not tell anyone about what you might see tonight. Okay?"
"Okay. Do I need to change into something different?" Oliver asked, looking down at his outfit, a plain t-shirt and shorts.
Amara scanned him from head to toe. She then walked over to him and pulled his shirt up, revealing his bare chest and stomach. Her fingers ran down the curves of his abs, tracing the defined muscles. She smiled, satisfied with his physique. His body was fit and toned, the result of his hard training, and she could feel the warmth radiating from him. "Hmm, you look great, Ollie."
Then, she looked back at him. Her blue eyes were sparkling mischievously. "It's good that you're wearing clothes that are easy to take off."
Oliver became confused. "What? Why do I need to wear clothes that are easy to take off?"
Instead of answering his question, Amara laughed it off. "Oh, nothing, don't worry about it. Let's go." She turned around and began walking towards the front door again. Oliver followed behind her.
The two siblings got into her car, and they soon found themselves at a fancy nightclub that was almost outside of the city. Amara led her brother inside, where they were greeted by loud music and colorful lights. The dance floor was filled with people moving to the beat, while others sat in booths or at tables.
"Come on," Amara said to Oliver as she grabbed his hand and led him towards a group of young women who were chatting amongst themselves in a corner of the bar. "Also, don't tell anyone that we are brother and sister, okay? We'll just say that we're close friends, alright?"
Oliver nodded, not knowing why his sister would ask him to do that. But he didn't have time to question it because they had already arrived in front of the group. Amara greeted everyone with a cheerful smile, and the girls responded with enthusiasm.
The girls were all pretty and wearing skimpy clothes that left little to the imagination. Their outfits revealed a lot of skin. It was obvious that they were trying to attract attention, and it worked—Oliver couldn't help checking them out, admiring their curves, legs, and breasts.
Just then one of the girls looked at him, her gaze lingering on his body. She had long, dark brown hair falling over her shoulders and big brown eyes that seemed to twinkle under the lights. Her lips were full and pouty, her cheekbones high, and her nose small. She wore a tight-fitting top and short skirt that accentuated her curves, and her feet were clad in stiletto heels. Her name was Brianna, and she was one of Amara's friends.
"Hey, Amara!" Brianna exclaimed, looking at the newcomer with a huge grin on her face. "Did you already bring your partner for the night? You're fast! Is he a college student too?"
"No, he's not a college student. He's younger than us, but he's old enough to drink, smoke, and do other adult stuff. Isn't that right, handsome?" Amara turned to him and winked. Oliver didn't understand what she meant by those words, and before he could ask about it, the other girls began introducing themselves to him.
"Hi, I'm Brianna, and these are my friends, Tessa, Chloe, and Naomi," the brunette introduced herself to him. She had an infectious smile, and Oliver found himself returning it. "Nice to meet you; I'm Oliver."
"Did you girls start already?" Amara asked, looking around the group.
"Not yet," the blonde named Tessa answered, smiling. "We're waiting for you. Since you sounded pretty eager when we talked about it, we wanted to wait for you to arrive. It would have been bad if we got someone who you may be interested in, isn't that right?"
Amara laughed at those words. "Hmm, yeah, that would've been very mean of you, but don't worry; tonight I won't be picking anyone up. I have Oliver with me, and besides, I need to show him how things are done here."
The girls giggled at her statement, making Oliver feel even more confused. What were they talking about?
"Ohhh! I see..." Chloe, a pretty redhead, commented. She then looked at him, a playful glint in her eyes. "You will learn a lot, Oliver. Maybe it'll even be better to just watch instead of trying to participate. At least for now."
"Um, what do you mean?" Oliver asked, looking from one girl to another.
"You will see," Tessa smiled at him and patted his shoulder. "Now that we're all here, let's get this party started, shall we?"
After ordering some drinks and chatting for a bit, the group headed to the dance floor and began moving to the beat of the music. The atmosphere was electrifying, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and perfume. The crowd on the dance floor was wild, but none of them cared; they danced without a care in the world, letting loose, enjoying themselves to the fullest.
Soon enough, Amara's friends were joined on the dance floor by men who started approaching each of the girls. Some of the guys were handsome; others were average-looking. As soon as they joined the dancing, they immediately started grinding against the girls, pressing their bodies close to theirs, moving to the rhythm of the music together.
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