Darkness & Desire

Club Slutfest

I really don't know why Sasha insists on coming to these bloody slutfests. That's all these clubs are anymore. Attention seeking, less than classy women, wearing next to nothing and stumbling around overly intoxicated, thinking they are swaying sexily to the beat. In reality they look like a baby just learning to walk. Who has Jell-O legs. And one too many Jell-O shots.

Unfortunately for me, I'm right in the mix of said slutfest. Sasha and I are apparently two of those attention seeking women and we're both wearing next to nothing. I am playing "DD" or designated driver, so I'm completely sober. Not fun. I'm not a heavy drinker but damn, when I actually allow Sasha to drag me out to these sleaze infested clubs, I need liquid courage.

"Come onnnnnnn girl. I wanna danceeee!!" Sasha cuts through my complaining thoughts, slightly slurring her words.

"Damn Sash, we've only been here 15 minutes, how much have you had to drink already?" I wonder where I was while she was bingeing. Probably lost in my thoughts and wishing I was at home with my Kindle and my favorite stories.

"Oh shut up MOM! Let's go find a hottie and grind on his body! HA, I'm a poet and didn't know it!" Sasha is so stupid when she is drunk. She's funny, but damn she is just plain annoying.

"Fine but if one guy touches my -" That's all I get out of my mouth before she yanks me by the hand and we are one with the swaying sea of sweaty bodies.

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Half an hour later I'm finally starting to unwind and relax a bit. Sasha is grinding against some random guy who has one hand on her hip, while the other is traveling up her side. His hand rests just under her breast and she seems not to mind, which I didn't think she would anyway, not after her earlier comment. Sash is very beautiful, tall and thin, but with curves in all the right places. With beautiful long wavy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, she is a real life Barbie. We've been best friends since grade school, but honestly I don't know why she still hangs around with me. I'm boring and not anywhere near as good looking as she is. I stand roughly around five foot, three inches with dark hair and almost black eyes. All I do is work, come home and read. I'm a self proclaimed bookworm and she is the life of the party. Complete opposites. But she never makes me feel less than equally awesome and beautiful when we're together.

Mr. Random Stranger lifts his hand from 'just under' her breast to cupping it and that's when I go step in. Sasha and I both agreed that if one of us were drinking and anyone overstepped first base, the other would intervene.

Before I can say a word though, Sasha silences me with a shake of her head. I think maybe she likes this guy a little, and they've been dancing together for a bit now. He is handsome but that's not shocking, she gets guys like that all the time. So I just continue swaying to the beat of the music. Honestly I couldn't tell you what song is even playing right now, but I admit I'm having a good time.

The music is good and I start to bounce more and close my eyes, letting the music flow through my mind and body. The bass pulsing through my veins, blasting with the beat of my heart. I've forgotten about Sasha and her Mr. Random Stranger. I've forgotten the bad week at work I've had. I've almost forgotten about the embarrassingly erotic dreams I've been having for the last two weeks. All I am concentrated on is swaying my body to the beat. Running my hands up and down my body, with my eyes closed and my head tilted back, I bounce to the music playing. I don't know what's gotten into me. I feel and almost electric buzz going through my body.

Suddenly the hairs stand up on the back of my neck and goosebumps travel down my body. I feel a body behind me. Not touching me, just present. Somehow I know it's a man. The electricity in my veins is beginning to cause my body to tremble noticeably. I just keep bouncing and swaying to the music. My hands keep traveling up and down my body. I'm a shy and awkward person, I don't know where all this confidence is coming from but I turn slowly - and seductively I hope - and give my best sultry stare. A gasp escapes my throat when I look up to see the most glorious golden eyes gazing back into my own. I'd know those eyes anywhere.

Oh Gods, I must be dreaming again.