The Evolution of Genius: Every Night, I Get Smarter!-Chapter 94: Clubbing

Seeing her excitement, I opened the door to the enclosure, allowing her to carefully take one of the marmosets into her hands.

The little creature responded with curiosity, nuzzling against Oliv’s palm.

She cuddled with the marmoset, enjoying the delightful interaction as the small primate seemed content in her gentle embrace.

I guided my parents, Oliv, and Scholar Goran through the remaining rooms in the lab, showcasing different experiments and advancements. As we concluded the tour, we made our way out of the facility.

I turned to Scholar Goran. "Hey, Scholar Goran, do you have a place to stay in Boston?" I asked.

He chuckled, "Oh, don’t worry about me, Max. I even have a phone number. Here. Feel free to call me whenever you need assistance. "

"Thanks, Goran. I appreciate it," I said, noting down his contact information.

Right after I made my way to the car with my parents and Oliv.

As we drove back home, I turned to Oliv and asked, "How about going to a club tonight? I don’t need to go anywhere tomorrow."

She looked at me and responded, "Sure, why not."

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Just two hours after we arrived back home, my father surprised us with a homemade feast.

He had crafted a savory dish of grilled salmon, seasoned to perfection with a medley of herbs and spices. Alongside the salmon, a colorful quinoa salad and a side of roasted sweet potatoes.

Time passed as we indulged in the scrumptious meal.

Once our plates were cleared, I turned to Oliv, "Ready for a night to remember?"

She nodded with a gleam in her eyes.

Oliv and I prepared ourselves for the night out, and as we were about to step out, I couldn’t help but be captivated by Oliv’s allure.

Her long, blond hair flowed down in waves.

Her blue, rather tight dress did not draw attention away from her tiny waist or round, feminine hips, and especially not from her firm bubble butt.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Oliv raised the question, "We can’t drink alcohol, though, right?"

I grinned in response, "Don’t worry. I’ve already ordered a taxi for Frankfurt suburbs. If we can get there in a second, then why not use the opportunity? Come on."

Oliv’s smile widened, and we made our way to the wardrobe. In the blink of an eye, we found ourselves in Germany.

Only a short three-minute wait later, our taxi arrived.

After 50 minutes, we found ourselves in an alley illuminated by vibrant, colorful lights. Joining a queue, we awaited our turn to enter one of the highly popular nightclubs.

The line in front of us had dwindled to just a couple of people. It was about time; we had been patiently waiting for quite a while.

"Finally," Oliv sighed.

It was out turn, as some people had just left. Thus, the bouncer let us in without complaint.

The music was loud, but not too loud. It was a happy, upbeat tune that would make you want to dance and let go of your stress.

"First, we gotta get drunk!" Oliv announced, heading for the bar.

I laughed and followed her.

The club was full of all kinds of different people. Most of them were drunk and dancing, just like we were about to be.

I walked in front of Oliv, and the two of us were able to push and squeeze our way to the bar. As we got closer, we even found two empty stools to sit on.

The barista saw us and gave us a small nod of approval. Oliv placed two orders, and she did not even wait for my opinion.

"Hey, Oliv, chill out," I told her.

"Nonsense, we need that and many more," she replied, clearly on a mission.

"What we need is to find out way back home afterwards," I joked.

The bartender gave us our drinks. We wasted no time and proceeded to get wasted.

The drinks were quite delicious and, without a doubt, pretty strong.

Excitement grew within me, thumping to the rhythm of the music. And still, Oliv kept ordering more drinks.

"Hey, seriously?" I put my hand on her shoulder.

"What?" Oliv asked, confused.

Oliv didn’t seem to notice how strong her drink was. She failed to see how it affected her.

I leaned closer and whispered into her ear, "You look hot as fuck in that dress,", sliding my fingers across Oliv’s legs.

Her face was blushing with heat. She giggled drunkenly.

"I want to do so many things to you," I said, sliding ever so slightly closer to her.

"Yeaaah? Like what?" Oliv asked playfully.

"Like getting you onto the dance floor! Come on, let’s not just drink." I blurted out excitedly and grabbed Oliv’s hand. "Let’s go!"

"Oooh!" she squealed in surprise, but without protest.

I confidently and with determination led Oliv with me. Straight towards the dance floor, where a crowd of people thumped to the rhythm of strong, yet sensual club music.

I was very glad there were so many people on the dance floor, because it gave me excuse to dance really, really close to Oliv.

"Damn, so little space, we’ll have to dance close," I said.

"Woo-hoo!" Oliv yelled as she laughed and began to jump and move to the rhythm.

I watched her fantastic tits bounce as she danced. She moved so erotically and gracefully, which made my eyes greedily devour the sight.

I felt my hands tingle with desire. I finally put my hand on her hips.

I was very gentle at first, just guiding her to keep her movements in sync with mine, but swiftly, I grew more and more lustful and possessive.

I began sliding my hands around more, exploring the softness of her hot skin. Her thin, blue dress did very little to stop me. With how hot she looked in it, it did quite the opposite.

Oliv laughed merrily. Her body responded by welcoming my skillful stroking and groping. By letting my fingers explore her thirsty body, by letting those sensations only fuel her desire under the guise of actually quenching it.

I slid one of his hands upwards and underneath her bra, until it finally cupped one of Oliv’s big boobs.

My fingers pressed into the softness as I squeezed. My thumb rubbed against the clearly hard, excited nipple, sending a pleasant jolts of arousal through Oliv’s body.

"Whoaah slow down there tiger!" Oliv laughed.

I spun Oliv around so her back was now to me, and immediately pulled her towards me till her juicy ass began grinding against my visibly tented out crotch.

Her asscheeks smothered the hard member throbbing under the layers of my clothes.

Oliv just giggled and laughed, before excitedly doing what just felt right to her. She started pushing back into my hard, clothed dick to the rhythm of the music.

"Fuuck," I growled in response and brought my other hand upwards to fully grope Oliv’s tits.

Oliv only responded by grinding against my hard bulge more intensely. Her pussy blaze with fire and wetness.

We only lasted a few minutes of intense grinding and dry humping against each other before I suddenly slid my hand upwards yet again to grab Oliv’s slim, soft neck.

Oliv’s body was too hot, too horny, and too excited.

"You know what would be really great?" I whispered into her ear.

"Yeeeah?" she purred, her voice colored with lust.

"A little bit of making out," I growled, bringing my lips closer to the side of her face.

Then, I began kissing her cheek.

"MMmmhh," Oliv moaned softly.

"Come on," I growled, pulling on her neck more insistently with one hand, and sliding the other to the inside of her thigh.

"Ummhhh...fine." she said, with a horny and very, very naughty.voice. After which she turned around and brough her lips closer to mine.

I mashed my lips against hers instantly. She kissed me back eagerly

Our tongues soon began wrestling and dancing against each other, our hot spit mixing freely. I pulled her body even closer to mine, and assisted the hot making-out with intense dry humping.

It very quickly became not nearly enough for both of us.

"Maybe we could rent a VIP room upstairs." I said as I broke the kiss.

"Okay." Oliv answered by kissing me feverishly yet again, making out hornily in the middle of the dance floor. And I slowly began moving in the direction of the stairs, pulling her with with me ever so slightly

I broke the kiss and grabbed her hand strongly. Leading Oliv towards the stairs.

Our footsteps thumped on the stairs, and before long, we reached the top.

A bouncer stood there.

"Is there a free room?" I asked.

The bouncer glanced at Oliv and asked, "Is that your girlfriend?"

Oliv lifted her head, met his gaze, and replied, "Yes, I’m his girlfriend." with a smile.

He nodded and said, "Okay, Room number 3. You can pay later."