Lust, A Paradigm Shift Short Story

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Auna and Phoebe are on the dance floor, letting their minds shut off and bodies move to the music. Phoebe is nudged lightly on her left, she looks in the mirror hanging behind the bar to see if she needs ‘nudge’ back.  Her tight, black leather pants are so well worn that they look polished with oil.  Her demi bra, and most of her boobs, are visible in the buttoned-down silk blouse she’s wearing unbuttoned to just below the bra.  She slithers around the dance floor like an eel, knowing eyes are on her.

Two men leaning on the bar catch Phoebe’s eye.  One is older, he has some gray at his temples and in his scruff on his cheeks.  He is fit but not buff he looks like he does manual labor, his muscles aren’t from the gym.  The second one is younger, not as built but still looks strong.  His eyes are an intense blue that remind Phoebe of the sky on a cloudless day at the beach. Both are wearing jeans and a button-down shirt.

Auna nudges Phoebe to get her attention, “You gonna do ‘em both? They look interested.”

“Maybe,” Phoebe answers.  “It’s been a while.”

“I know I would.” Auna grins at the men, undressing them in her mind.

“I know you would, you would do anything.”

Auna tilts her head back and laughs because it’s true, “Yes, darlin’.  Including you.”Auna cups Phoebe’s check in her hand.

“If you only had a dick,” Phoebe says.

“Baby, I have one, and I’d wear it just for you.” Auna’s southern drawl made sexy by the natural huskiness of her voice.

Phoebe laughs and Auna drops her hand, looking around for some fun of her own.

Looking back to the two men, Phoebe is hip-checked.
He smiles as she looks up at him. “Sorry about that, popular place eh?”  

“Yeah, the house is usually packed.”  Phoebe says to him, Auna gives her a wink and dances away.

“I know it sounds like a line, because it is, but do you come here often?” He asks, grinning.

“You could say that.” Phoebe answers, dancing closer to him. “I don’t mind all the bodies, and the music has improved.” She nods at the younger man still standing at the bar, watching them, his long slender fingers tracing the label on his beer bottle. “Is he with you?” She asks.

“Yeah, he’s with me.” The stranger answers, dipping his head low to her ear.
Large, strong hands grip Phoebe’s waist and she glances up.  As strong as he is as a human, he has no clue that she could snap him in half without trying.  His dark hair is mussed, he’s been there and dancing for a while.  Her face is only inches from his, with her eyes mere slits, she closes those inches as her lips gingerly brush his.  He doesn’t pull back and Phoebe peeks at him from under her lashes, he looks amused.

“Boom” by Anjulie starts playing and the strangest feeling comes over the club.  Phoebe looks up at the VIP lounge, over the stranger’s shoulder, and sees Starr walking Chloe, the bitch witch, down the stairs.  Phoebe knows that Chloe did something, like the whole club has turned into an orgy of dancers bumping and grinding and sweating and rubbing and touching each other.  The lights are lower, more reds and the pulsing has slowed to the rhythm of a heartbeat, Phoebe needs to fuck. Phoebe isn’t the only one feeling this way.

Firm and steady hands pull Phoebe toward him as he rubs against her, she watches their reflection in the mirror behind the bar. His head slowly dips down to kiss her neck, watching her in the mirror.  Phoebe tilts her head to give him more access and beckons the other man over, she watches the second man walk toward them never taking his eyes off of Phoebe. All three seeing what is playing out.