The House That Never Fails

Prologue

Whoever said, “The apple does not fall far from the tree,” certainly didn’t know Miss Morgan Makenna Harlow. She didn’t just fall, Morgan rolled an unsuitable distance from the big tree, and mainly the household rules put in place by her parents. Much to the dismay of the family, she was nothing like her oldest sister, and she certainly avoided any resemblance in character to her ageless mother. While her family was religious, God-fearing, and downright easy to approach, Morgan was anything but that. Most of her teenage years were spent looking for new ways to dismantle their “holy-ghost filled bloodline,” she joked to her close friends.

Morgan took one last look at her room and didn’t think about the decision she was about to make. Rather, it was a careful and determined look to see if she had forgotten something. Her gaze was fixed, and when she was sure that everything was in its place, she jumped. Someone once said that in order to truly accomplish anything in life, you have to take a leap of faith - or something like that. But Morgan could care less about the quote she often heard from her grandmother. She never even bothered to remember it in full. Anyway, tonight was the ultimate leap of faith, a faith that didn’t waver even after her right foot almost missed the ground.

Morgan left her parent’s house, without sparing a moment to rethink the choice put before her. Instead, she let the glare of the moon and hundreds of stars cover her path as she grabbed her backpack out of the tree. Determined to take charge of her own destiny, she ran off without a care in the world. It took Morgan almost fifteen minutes to reach the pick-up spot.

A small frown formed when she realized she was the last one to show up. “Heifer! Get in here, let’s go!” Lisa laughed as she repeatedly pressed the horn. Morgan frowned, hoping the annoying sound didn’t get her caught again. “What? I had to avoid ten thousand mud puddles!,” Morgan raised her hands in defeat as Lisa unlocked the door. “Stop cat walking and get in,” she smiled just before honking again. “You got issues,” Morgan stated as she began to massage her left foot. “Good evening to you too,” Lisa smirked and restarted the car. “Hey, Morgan,” Luna cooed from behind them. Morgan turned a huge grin towards the backseat. “Hey girly, you look beautiful.” “Thank you,” Luna said as Lisa began the drive into town. “OMG,” Ava finally broke the five-minute silence. “Did you know that The Factory is actually called that because it used to be a real factory?” “Hmm … Enlightening,” Ava said. “You should put this zeal into your studies,” Morgan teased as the other two ladies burst into laughter. “Screw you M,” Ava shot back. “Ah yeah,” Lisa sarcastically continued. “Apparently there was a fire. Not a big one, but it destroyed enough stuff to force the company to go bankrupt. It was later sold to some rich guy two years ago who converted it into a clubhouse. For some reason, the name stuck.”

“Can this car go any faster?” Morgan asked. “Chill, my friend! You’ll get there on time. Besides, he can wait,” Lisa teased as she waited for the driver in front of them to complete their illegal U-turn. “Follow the road rules, buddy,” she rolled down the window to jokingly say.

Morgan yawned, “That’s not what’s bothering me. I don’t want to miss the entry of this fine sexy piece of specimen, Michael King. “ “Wait. Michael King is really going to perform at the rave tonight?” Ava asked, pushing her head through the space between the two front seats.

“He is. And hopefully he’s going to show us some of his delicious six packs,” Morgan squealed as Luna joined in too. Lisa laughed. “You’re both a duo of horny hoochies. But you’re forgetting the most important thing.” “We made the cheerleading squad!!,” Ava howled. The other girls showed their joy with different pitches of howls from the sunroof. “And the party starts only when we arrive”, Lisa said in her sexiest tone.

It was on the same day that all four girls had the distinct privilege of being invited to the event of the year at The Factory tonight. It was going to be a really long evening, and they all planned to make the most of it. Parental approval was absolutely unnecessary, Morgan laughed to herself. Loud music greeted them as soon as they pulled up. The room was huge, terrifying, seems like a better word to use. As they expected, the room was in total blackout, illuminated only by dim stage lights and neon tattoos covering the bodies of thousands of dancing teenagers.

The girls all dumped their cloaks in sync and were now only clad in their best undergarments. Unlike the other three, Ava had done the safe thing of wearing a crop top, while the others decided to go all in. Morgan waited impatiently as the lady drew patterns of neon paint over her body. When it was done, she and her friends entered the party.

No one could see the dance floor, but somehow all four ladies found a way to it. They hit it hard too. One could assume the space just magically appeared for each of them. They were all girls, half naked, dancing like idiots, and they could care less. It was a rush to feel more alive than they could ever be in school or at home. After what seemed like an eternity of group dancing and drinking, Morgan finally felt someone new push into their sacrilege space.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. She flashed her biggest smile at him. “Enjoying myself.”

“I’ve been looking for you all night,” whispered the muscle-filled guy in her ear as the rave became louder. “Of course, you were,” Morgan smirked, batting her eyelashes at him, just as she had practiced in the mirror many times. Although she was not sure he noticed it. “Well, here I am. Now dance with me.”

Barry smiled as he enjoyed watching Morgan twist and shake her body to the music. Annoyingly handsome co-captain of the football team and her neighbor for years, Morgan quickly admits to her girls that she had done something rather “ungodly” - to put it in her mother’s terms - with Barry. Like her first kiss, for example. They first locked their lips in the basement of his grandmother’s house when she was eleven. You could say he was the unofficial “chocolate drop” boyfriend she dared to reveal in public until now. Tonight, she felt justified when he leaned intensely to partake in her sexy advances.