NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 285. Is This Really a Nightclub?

Oliver let out a soft chuckle at her inquiry, settling in beside her before plucking the cigarette from her lips and positioning it between his own. "Well... I'm hardly one to decline something that brings you pleasure."

He snatched the lighter from her grasp, ignited the cigarette, and took a deep pull. Smoke flooded his lungs before he exhaled a distinct plume of white mist into the air.

The display caught the attention of everyone nearby, particularly his classmates, who were stunned to see Oliver engaging in such a habit.

Observing their shock, Oliver offered a small shrug and took another drag, letting the nicotine settle his nerves. "This is actually my first time smoking today. Just experimenting a bit. Why is everyone making such a fuss?"

He then handed the cigarette back to Maya, sliding an arm around her waist to pull her snugly against him.

"That being said, cigarettes can be quite habit-forming... I wouldn't advise turning it into a regular thing. Though, enjoying one every now and then is perfectly fine."

"Hmm... I'll take that to heart." Maya giggled, taking another draw before passing the cigarette along to Linda.

The group continued to pass the cigarette around, sharing the smoke while they waited for their order of refreshments and snacks.

When the cigarette reached Ron, he took a tentative puff and burst into a fit of coughing. "Whoa! I can't... *cough*... I can't handle the burn..."

Sarah rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by her boyfriend’s struggle. "Don't force it! Good grief, if you didn't want any, you could have just said so. Why be so pigheaded?"

Ron finished coughing and handed the cigarette to Brenda with a sigh. "I wasn't being pigheaded... I just wanted to see what the fuss was about."

Just then, a waiter arrived to deliver their trays of drinks and assorted appetizers.

Brenda picked up a glass of whiskey, flashing a smile at Ron. "It's alright, Ron. Now that you've experienced it, you can simply abstain next time."

"You're absolutely right! Much appreciated, Brenda." Ron replied, sliding back into his seat beside her.

Maya pulled out her phone, snapping candid shots of Oliver as he sipped his drink, laughing and joking with their peers.

Despite his casual demeanor, the way her eyes lingered on him revealed she was harboring fantasies about far more intimate ways they could occupy their time.

However, since their intention for the night wasn't to indulge in public promiscuity, she kept those impulses in check.

As the night wore on, the alcohol began to take hold, and the group grew progressively more relaxed.

Between the thumping music, the flowing drinks, and the snacks, the corner of the club felt filled with genuine joy.

Before long, the rhythm shifted to a slower, more provocative tempo. Brenda stood up, peering over the edge toward the dance floor.

Something down below made her breath hitch in her throat.

She pivoted back to the group, her expression flushed. "Hey everyone... would you like to see something rather interesting going on down there?"

Linda frowned, following Brenda’s gaze, and emitted a startled gasp. Her eyes went wide.

This prompted Sarah to tilt her head in confusion before peering down onto the dance floor as well.

She nearly fumbled the glass in her hand as her eyes bulged in shock, a soft "woah" escaping her lips at the sight.

Seeing the reactions of the three girls, Emma and Rebecca didn't waste a second before bending down to see what the commotion was about.

Rebecca shuddered visibly. "Oh... my goodness... is this really a standard nightclub?"

Emma swallowed hard, shaking her head. "This is... significantly different from the norm..."

Curiosity piqued, Ron stood up for a look as well. "What are you all staring at? What could be so—wow!"

The moment he witnessed the spectacle unfolding below, he fell into stunned silence, his questions forgotten.

"What are you guys looking at? Now I'm dying of curiosity!" Maya complained, rising from her seat and pushing to the front of their booth to investigate.

It took only an instant for her eyes to register the scene on the dance floor, and she let out a low exclamation of her own. "Ahh!"

Even as a woman known for her wild streak and experience, the sight left her flustered and visibly aroused.

"My word... they're actually doing it right there... out in the open!" She whispered, her voice raspy. "Fuck..."

The only one who remained unmoved was Oliver, who stayed seated on the lounge, casually nursing his whiskey with a faint, knowing smirk.

Brenda turned toward him, her eyes burning with desire as she audibly swallowed and licked her lips.

She strolled over to Oliver, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "Oliver, aren't you... aren't you the least bit interested in what's happening downstairs? How are you just sitting there?"

Oliver offered a subtle smile, finished his drink, and placed the glass on the table.

He looked up at the stunning blonde, locking eyes with her as he reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"I'm well aware of what's happening down there. It's simply people indulging in their desires with their chosen partners, as it ought to be. That is the way the world should function, liberated from those stifling rules and expectations." He replied in a calm, melodic tone.

He pulled her closer, his arm wrapping firmly around her waist until their faces were mere inches apart. "If you wish to join them, don't let me stop you. By all means, go right ahead. Then again... perhaps you'd prefer to stay here and enjoy the rest of the evening with me?"