Party night of the harvest

Kyle's pov

The party had begun, and the place had filled up already. The music blasting off the speakers added to my surge of adrenaline popping through my veins while the disco ball light showed, making the room twirl in diverse colors.

The first batch of drinks had been shared, but the hour had still not come for the raid to begin.

The dance floor was filled with people —young boys and girls stood in the room scattered everywhere, dancing and smooching and grinding into each other, almost dry humping themselves.

Sweat stench filled the air as sweaty bodies continued to glide into each other on the dance floor, couches and walls, and balcony.