The Taste of Desire

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It was dark, and the air held an aura of trouble in it. Claire didn’t know how to explain the feeling, but she felt it in her bones. The little alley leading to the club was full of drunken people. There was a couple by the door, which was probably the back entrance to the club. The woman, or to be more accurate, the teenage girl from the looks of it, had her back to the door, and the much older man was pressing against her, his one hand bunched in her hair, tugging, while his sloppy mouth insistently devoured the girl’s mouth. The kiss was very aggressive, and in fact, the surroundings seemed to encourage that side of people. Very slowly, as to not disturb anyone, and especially not to draw attention to herself, Claire moved by the couple and proceeded to the main entrance of Bloody Mary.  The interior of the club was dark, except for corner lights, which provided just enough light to see where you were going without bumping into anyone.

The bar had a questionable reputation, and was known for its “shady” crowd, as the term went these days. Claire was not the type to spend her Friday nights at a club, but the circumstances were special, and as such, required special handling. Claire looked around the bar, and noticed that the club was packed, and the dance floor was covered with bodies of people. The view was interesting, and Claire thought she saw more naked bodies in those ten seconds than during all of her twenty five years. Many of the women present were wearing tiny outfits, with skirts barely covering their bums, and to talk about the top part of the dress was a trick question, because there barely was any top part to the dresses they were wearing. Claire’s attention was caught by a trio on the dance floor, two women and a male. The male was enveloped by the women, one behind him, and the other in front. Claire saw with shock how the man drew the woman’s dress aside, bared her breast and started suckling her breast. Claire gasped, but continued to watch the scene. This was completely new to her, and she would never have imagined that something that intimate would take place in public. Realizing that she was still staring, Claire turned her head suddenly embarrassed and hot all over. Something about this place and the scene kicked her hormones really hard, and they were working overtime. She closed her eyes to take a deep breath and calm down, since she was suddenly having dark and naughty thoughts that were unlike her. Claire slowly opened her eyes, and immediately noticed one stranger who was sitting in the dark corner and drinking something. She could not explain what drew her eyes to the stranger, but there was something magnetic about him. The club was too dark to be able to decide whether he was good looking or not, but Claire would bet anything he was definitely a handsome man, although she was not a betting person.

After a few seconds or so, which felt like an eternity to Claire, she turned her head, more worried than before, and decided she needs to keep a cool head, and think about her reason for being in the club in the first place. Claire was there to meet a man, not just any man, but someone who promised to tell her about her sister’s whereabouts. Bella was only three years younger than Claire’s twenty five, but she acted a lot younger than that, or maybe, Claire conceded, she tended to act a lot older than her twenty five years. Her father left them, his wife and two daughters, and no one knew where he disappeared to after taking most of their savings and jewelry with him.  She was eleven years old at that time, and remembered everything with clarity. Claire’s mother, Mrs. Henderson, as she was known to everyone, did not take well to being abandoned. Claire could not blame her, but what she did blame her mother for was forgetting that she had two small children to take care of. Two years after their father left them, Claire’s mother became very ill, and within two years she died. From that day on, Claire became the primary caretaker of her sister, and she was more of a mother than their actual mother has ever been to either of them. Three days ago Bella announced that she is going on a three day vacation with a group of students from her college class, and even though Claire was worried and uncomfortable with the idea, she had to relent at the end, because like it or not, Bella was no longer a child. Claire dreamed about the day Bella will be able to stand on her two feet and take responsibility for her actions, however, it seemed that the only times Bella wanted to be treated like an independent adult was when there was something to be gained for her, in this case, a vacation. The rest of the times Bella always lovingly reminded Claire that she was her baby sister, and needed to be taken care of, that she was not as strong as Claire was, and could not face the world like Claire did. If only Bella knew how tired Claire was to solve all her problems for her, and to take care of her. It’s not that Claire did not love her; on the contrary, she loved Bella more than she loved any person on earth. It’s just that Claire was starting to resent being the older and responsible one. She wanted to live her life like other people her age, and maybe even have a chance to meet someone, fall in love and get married.