The Dancer

The Dancer - Chapter one

I love the town. How it's lit up with lights everywhere you turn. Hearing the different conversions from the different people. Seeing how a person is from the outside - how they move, speak or act. This is the normal for me. People watching. I do not do much communication as I'm generally a shy person, so I resort to watching peoples actions and getting to know them that way. Pretty sad, right?

I'd been walking around endlessly for about an hour now, it's currently 8pm on a Saturday night. Yes, I usually spend the weekend just walking around. My pink, below-the-knee, floral dress swayed gently in the wind. I was going nowhere in particular, just seeing where the night takes me. As I round yet another corner I hear faint music. Just the basic beat, kind of like a heart beat sound. But music nonetheless.

"Well El, as you say - 'where the night takes you'" I mumbled.

And so, I make the little journey to find where the music is coming from. Maybe it is a party? It must be something along those lines with the music being so loud. Not like I'd go in, I do not have the confidence to do that, I'd just watch from the outside, it's just as enjoyable. As I follow and get closer to the sound, i can finally hear the song more clearly.

If you're horny, let's do it, ride it my pony, my saddle's waiting, come and jump on it.

I'd never heard such lyrics before. I was used to the sound of classical piano's and violins thanks to my parents. The words made me even more curious. What does it mean? I quicken my pace and couldn't help feeling slightly pumped up from the music.

After walking an extra 5 minutes, following the beat. I'd finally found it. An old warehouse looking building. I could hear the music blasting from outside and it sounded so clear. Almost as if I was wearing earphones. My excitement and confusion was overbearing, I really want to see what was happening inside the building. But as I look to my left I saw a sign that took my excitement away.

"Do not enter. Only members allowed"

Member? Is it a club? One look couldn't hurt, right? I take in a deep breath and slowly follow the short path to the old, crooked double doors that allowed some colourful lights to flow through the cracks. I placed my hands against it and take another deep breath. I quickly, before doubting my decisions, push open the heavy doors.

I small gasp escapes my lips as I stood there in wonder and shock.

The people are grinding, groping and touching each other on the wooden floor boards. The girls are wearing... dresses? Could you even call it a dress? More like underwear. And the men are either wearing a tight shirt or t-shirt and jeans. Everyone in the room is doing similar things. Bodies moving together. Mostly in pairs. This wasn't dancing, was it? Was it a type of dancing? I'd never seen such a thing. I must have stood at the door far too long as, suddenly, i was pushed forward into the room.

"Watch it, bitch!" the person shouted.

A blonde, thin woman walks into the room with a glare and her arm is hooked with a tall, black haired man. I must have been in their way. My fault I suppose, I was stood in the doorway. I move away from the different couples dancing, trying to avoid their colliding bodies. After finding a less crowded spot, I only then realized I have made my way to the middle of the room, or the dance floor if you will. Oh no, I was in the way of everyone having sex! And I was no longer hidden. Everyone can see me. I'm going to die! I swallow the lump of panic in my throat as I try to dodge a moving body and move out of another ones way. They where sweaty. Like extremely sweaty.

"Move!"

Once again, I was suddenly pushed. The only difference is, this time, it was hard. My foot twists slightly as I tried to catch myself but instead I fall forward and land on something hard. It is not extremely hard though. It is kind of like a hard pillow. Maybe it was a carpet? Do not be silly El, like a bit of carpet is going to break your fall when it was all wooden floor boards before. We are not in a Disney film right now. That would just be extremely lucky. And then I heard a loud "oomph" from beneath me. Now I know it is not a carpet. Multiple gasps come from around me. I slowly and worriedly look up to see it was, indeed, a human being I am laying on top of. A beautiful one at that. He slowly lifts his head from the ground and makes eye contact with me. And may I say, they are beautiful, stunning eyes he has. But my thoughts where soon pushed aside when I see the anger he holds in them.