The Teacher's Supernova Trap - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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Sticking to the plan, I slid into the high school alumni group chat like I belonged there, casually suggesting a guys' night out.
With my existing business connections to Dylan's crew, rekindling the friendship was effortless. After the reunion crowd dispersed, I made sure to keep a tight circle—just me, a couple of my boys, and Dylan's little entourage.
Right on schedule, Jake—one of my guys—dramatically groaned, "Come on, it's barely nine. We just ate, we just drank—you really wanna call it now? Someone think of something fun before I die of boredom."
The others played their parts perfectly, pretending they weren't ready to turn into pumpkins yet.
That's when I dropped the bait. "Alright, listen up. I know a spot—super exclusive, barely anyone's heard of it. Girls? Smoking. Games? Let's just say they make Vegas look like a church picnic."
Like clockwork, Dylan and his boys snapped to attention.
Dylan leaned in with that greasy smirk of his. "No shit? Where is it?"
Brandon, Mr. Know-It-All, scoffed. "Yeah right. Name one place around here I haven't been."
I bit back the urge to knock his teeth out and just grinned. "The Velvet Club. Ring any bells? Didn't think so. Underground, invite-only—you won't find it on any map."
Brandon's brow furrowed. "The hell? How come I've never—"
"Because you're an idiot," Dylan cut in. "He literally just said it's new."
Tyler, always the loose cannon, shoved past them and got right in my face. "Alright, Ethan. Cut the mystery crap. What's so special about this place?"
I kept my smile just cryptic enough. "Ever play Russian Roulette? This makes that look like patty-cake. You'll see when we get there."
That did it. Their eyes lit up like kids on Christmas morning, practically bouncing on their heels.
Brandon cracked first. "Hell yeah! Since when do we have spots like this? Let's move!"
No arguments here. I jerked my chin toward the car, and the boys piled in like we were racing to the last party on earth.
An hour later, we rolled up to a high-end resort tucked away in the hills—private villas, steaming hot springs, the whole nine yards.
Dylan's crew had seen their share of luxury, but Brandon still squinted like he smelled a rat. "This place? I've been here. There's no 'Velvet Club.'"
Dylan rolled his eyes so hard I thought they'd stick. "Jesus, Brandon, keep up. It. Is. New."
I stayed quiet, leading them to a villa where a mountain of a man in a black suit blocked the door. Through the gates, bikini-clad girls laughed in the hot tub, champagne glasses in hand.
The guys were practically drooling, ready to bolt inside—until the bouncer held up a meaty hand.
"Phones. Now. House rules."
I jumped in before suspicion could set in. "They're paranoid about leaks. No pics, no vids. Just go with it."
Dylan, already half-lost in fantasyland, nodded like a bobblehead. "Makes total sense."
Tyler—never one to overthink—slapped his phone into the bouncer's palm. "Whatever. Move."
Jake clapped him on the back. "Now that's how you do it."
Tyler strutted in like he owned the place.
Seeing that, Dylan and Brandon handed theirs over without another word.
Inside, I gestured to the pool full of girls and the glowing upstairs windows. "Everything's covered. Drinks, girls, you name it. Upstairs? That's where the real show starts. Wanna take a peek?"
Dylan's grin turned wolfish. "We can watch?"
"Damn right. That's why it's legendary." I herded them toward the changing rooms, tossing out one last tease. "Hence the no-phone policy. No evidence, no regrets. And hey—if you're feeling brave, you can always... participate."
Dylan wiped his mouth like he was already tasting it. "Wait—we can join?"
Tyler didn't bother with clothes. "Screw it. I'm going in raw."
Brandon was right on his heels, and Dylan—not about to be left out—ripped off his shirt and charged after them like the place was on fire.
Naked and hyped up, they stampeded upstairs, pressing ears to doors like perverted detectives.
Dylan zeroed in on the loudest moans, licking his lips. "This one. This is the one."
Then he kicked the door open and barreled in like a bull in a china shop.
With my existing business connections to Dylan's crew, rekindling the friendship was effortless. After the reunion crowd dispersed, I made sure to keep a tight circle—just me, a couple of my boys, and Dylan's little entourage.
Right on schedule, Jake—one of my guys—dramatically groaned, "Come on, it's barely nine. We just ate, we just drank—you really wanna call it now? Someone think of something fun before I die of boredom."
The others played their parts perfectly, pretending they weren't ready to turn into pumpkins yet.
That's when I dropped the bait. "Alright, listen up. I know a spot—super exclusive, barely anyone's heard of it. Girls? Smoking. Games? Let's just say they make Vegas look like a church picnic."
Like clockwork, Dylan and his boys snapped to attention.
Dylan leaned in with that greasy smirk of his. "No shit? Where is it?"
Brandon, Mr. Know-It-All, scoffed. "Yeah right. Name one place around here I haven't been."
I bit back the urge to knock his teeth out and just grinned. "The Velvet Club. Ring any bells? Didn't think so. Underground, invite-only—you won't find it on any map."
Brandon's brow furrowed. "The hell? How come I've never—"
"Because you're an idiot," Dylan cut in. "He literally just said it's new."
Tyler, always the loose cannon, shoved past them and got right in my face. "Alright, Ethan. Cut the mystery crap. What's so special about this place?"
I kept my smile just cryptic enough. "Ever play Russian Roulette? This makes that look like patty-cake. You'll see when we get there."
That did it. Their eyes lit up like kids on Christmas morning, practically bouncing on their heels.
Brandon cracked first. "Hell yeah! Since when do we have spots like this? Let's move!"
No arguments here. I jerked my chin toward the car, and the boys piled in like we were racing to the last party on earth.
An hour later, we rolled up to a high-end resort tucked away in the hills—private villas, steaming hot springs, the whole nine yards.
Dylan's crew had seen their share of luxury, but Brandon still squinted like he smelled a rat. "This place? I've been here. There's no 'Velvet Club.'"
Dylan rolled his eyes so hard I thought they'd stick. "Jesus, Brandon, keep up. It. Is. New."
I stayed quiet, leading them to a villa where a mountain of a man in a black suit blocked the door. Through the gates, bikini-clad girls laughed in the hot tub, champagne glasses in hand.
The guys were practically drooling, ready to bolt inside—until the bouncer held up a meaty hand.
"Phones. Now. House rules."
I jumped in before suspicion could set in. "They're paranoid about leaks. No pics, no vids. Just go with it."
Dylan, already half-lost in fantasyland, nodded like a bobblehead. "Makes total sense."
Tyler—never one to overthink—slapped his phone into the bouncer's palm. "Whatever. Move."
Jake clapped him on the back. "Now that's how you do it."
Tyler strutted in like he owned the place.
Seeing that, Dylan and Brandon handed theirs over without another word.
Inside, I gestured to the pool full of girls and the glowing upstairs windows. "Everything's covered. Drinks, girls, you name it. Upstairs? That's where the real show starts. Wanna take a peek?"
Dylan's grin turned wolfish. "We can watch?"
"Damn right. That's why it's legendary." I herded them toward the changing rooms, tossing out one last tease. "Hence the no-phone policy. No evidence, no regrets. And hey—if you're feeling brave, you can always... participate."
Dylan wiped his mouth like he was already tasting it. "Wait—we can join?"
Tyler didn't bother with clothes. "Screw it. I'm going in raw."
Brandon was right on his heels, and Dylan—not about to be left out—ripped off his shirt and charged after them like the place was on fire.
Naked and hyped up, they stampeded upstairs, pressing ears to doors like perverted detectives.
Dylan zeroed in on the loudest moans, licking his lips. "This one. This is the one."
Then he kicked the door open and barreled in like a bull in a china shop.
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