Paige's Club

After the customers were gone and Paige's workers had dismissed for the night, she locked the bar entrance door, slid the glass closed, and walked down to the passage leading to the washroom where she stood in front of a large mirror on the wall to gaze at herself as usual. She was a young, gorgeous, tall, and slim lady in her late twenties. Obsessed with her dazzling green eyes coated with massive lashes, thick arched brows coupled with a pointed nose, and thin red lips, she smiled in satisfaction at how stunning she looked. She unclipped her hair and it cascaded alluringly to her waist. She heaved a sigh of distress as she viewed the thin lines that rested between her brows. Today was damned hectic and had been a very long day for her. Still gazing at her reflection in the mirror, the thought of taking a shower crossed her mind but as the weather was cold, she immediately crossed the thought out of her mind. In her light short sleeveless gown, cold struck her hard as the breeze b

"Look in the mirror", Lucinda said behind him. Why? He had not recovered from the shock of seeing her legs floating in the air and the way her voice was echoing in his ears propelled more bafflement in him. Then he tightened his lips and raised his head slowly. Casting a puzzled look at the mirror, he saw a figure behind him and blinked in doubt about what he'd just seen. Was it not Lucinda who was standing behind him a few seconds ago? The figure was black, faint, and transparent such that he saw through it. Facing downwards, its thick, black, and lengthy hair covered its face. He watched in terror as the figure began to raise its head slowly. To be sure he wasn't dreaming, he turned to confirm what he was seeing but found nothing. Suddenly a ghastly face erupted in the mirror; its eye sockets were empty and blood was gushing out profusely while gnashing its teeth. At this point, Clayton didn't know whether he should scream or not because the pressure on him was extreme. Cold swe

The club was illuminated by a red light and customers flooded the place dancing to the hip-hop song that was booming in the air. Some people were dancing alone while some were dancing in pairs. On stage, other gays and lesbians were moving their bodies seductively in bras and panties. Meanwhile, Lucinda was sitting in a corner, having a bottle of froth on her table. She was thrilled by the way the club was filled with customers dancing and popping up champagne joyfully. With a smile, she gulped the drink while moving her body to the rhythm of the music. Wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, and kissing her passionately, Reece noticed she was trying to pull away. "What's wrong, baby?" With his lips pressing against hers, he asked. "I'm pressed," Kelsey said. "Really," Reece replied. "Yeah," Kelsey replied, looking around. "Comm'n baby," Reece tightened his arms around her. "You can manage that, can't you?" He continued kissing until she jerked away from him. "I'm pressed, R

"Mom," Lunasha said when she opened the door. "You were talking with a ghost." Standing out the door in the dark, with two big heavy bags, Lucinda tossed an odd gaze at her daughter. "Let me in first." Lunasha shrugged and carried one of the bags while her mom shut the door. "Jeez! It's super heavy. What's in here, Mom?" She said and waddled toward the sofa on which she plopped the bulky bag in a thud and heaved a sigh of relief. Lucinda plumped into a chair in the sitting room, feeling exhausted. Sitting, she was feeling the weight of herself all over her. She blew out and wanted to ask after her youngest daughter when she heard Elise's tender chuckle while climbing down the stairs excitedly upon seeing her. "Mommy!" Elise clasped her delicate body against Lucinda's. "I missed you, Mom." Snuggling her kid warmly, she said, " Mom missed you more, sweetheart. How have you been, honey? How was school?" "Cool, Mom," Elise replied. "Done with your homework?" "Yes, Mom…" Elise sai

Although he was nervous, in no time he hurried upstairs and started packing a few clothes and a few pairs of shoes into a portable suitcase, and twelve glistening steel guns in another suitcase, then he waddled to the kitchen downstairs. He opened a cupboard where he kept glinting sharp knives, took five of them, took two sharp scissors from a small crotch on the cupboard, and got out of the kitchen, leaving the cupboard open. Sure that all electronics were off and everything was okay, he took a brief gaze around, got out, and locked the door. Having mixed feelings and holding two briefcases in both hands, he observed the environment before leaving for his car. Once he had gotten in his car and shut the door, he kept the suitcases on the passenger's seat and started booking one of the hotels in Newington, and luckily he found a room. Exhaling, he put his phone in his suit's inner pocket, started the car engine, and drove off. From a few distances aw