The booze and caffiene had turned from a warm buzz into a slightly annoying headache in Miles psyche. He watched as his live-in girlfriend Mary danced and ground against a tall blonde that could have been her younger sister.
Club Inferno was at the point of orgasmic rush when the standing room only crowd began to pump to the beat of a bass heavy industrial rhythm. Miles watched Mary sliding her slender hips in and out of motion with this blonde vixen that was beginning to show off her tight stomach. Mary was sweating..dancing..touching the ribs of this woman that they had just met upon the falling night.
But you see, even in his druken stupor, Miles was leaning against the south wall of the dance floor hoping..dreaming that Mary would coax the woman she danced with to come back to their apartment for a while. Club Inferno was the premiere goth/fetish club in Hollywood, and it was not uncommon for adventurous couples to drink, dance and prey upon the wild community of the open minded. That was the plan for the eve, and although Miles could have used a nap at this point, the sexually stimulating alcohol were brimming in his system, and he wanted to satisfy that erection that breathed with such anticipation between his legs.
The music continued. The sounds pounded in Miles ears. The crowd, shrouded in its blackness and leather accessories, all grooved with unholy intent. He gazed about the club and saw so many different kinds of people.Some were familiar faces from the weekends before..Others were so new, and so young. It was almost as if you could tell who was fresh off the bus from Ohio, in to see the big city..Miles had known the town for years, now. He was experienced, but still yearned for that extra something. Same went for Mary, and that was the reason for even being there in the first place.
For a brief moment, Miles looked about the club in search of flesh. he had lost sight of Mary for a moment, but when his eyes found her again, she was bei... Læs hele novellen
