One Night

It started my average Saturday night, though I’d never even heard of this place before. I was a little drunk, and getting to that point where my inhibitions would recede long enough to run out and dance before I realize what I’m doing. Through the darkness and the revolving colored lights, I could make out a modern, saloon style setup, with simple wood chairs and tables, and large, flowing curtains framing the immense stage behind the dance floor.
Obviously not my usual scene, but Jake had convinced me that the burlesque show would be worth my while. I’ve always suspected that he might be a queer, but what the hell; alcohol tastes the same wherever you go. Anyway, I wanted to get a little shaking in before the show. It is amazing how liberating it is to let go for just a few minutes. Something I only discovered after turning 21, far away now though it may be; the new found combination of public intoxication and a room full of people acting a dumb as you are. I was always fairly self conscious, never danced or sang save for when I did my little “risky business” thing, at home, alone.
Up at the bar, I took two shots with my buddy, though I should have probably stopped after the first. He has always been the one to push me, I thought. The song changed as the glasses hit the counter.
Jake got a wild look in his eye, and shoved me towards the dance floor.
“Let’s go then,” he said and was gone.
Between the jolt, and the alcohol sloshing around in my stomach, I felt positively lit. I let the feeling take over and bounced foolishly into the mesh.
The crowd was huge for the size of the place; bodies weaving and touching. I couldn’t make out a single face. Off in the corner Vanessa and Marie sat humping and swapping spit as if they were poisoned, and the only antidote was the others saliva. They’ve been that way as long as I’ve known them, who can judge two people in love without being jealous? The reality of my statement knotted my guts slightly, and I danced harder, shaking it off. Swimming through the sea of skin, clothing and perfume I found myself grinded on by a particularly good looking blonde. I lean into it, approving and participating. Facing away from me, her hands seductively slip up the side of my face, though my hair, around my neck. Then slowly past my mouth placing two hard, round objects on my tongue. I swallow them obligingly and carry on. Reaching around her pink silk number, falling from her shoulders, barely kissing her curves, ending so quickly it mocked social decency, with increased courage stopping at her hips; I pulled her still closer to me.
When the song and several others were over, she faced me again, kissed me softly yet ferociously and says “Nice to have met you, be careful tonight.” I smile and nod my reply. The beauty of our fleeting contact with strangers never ceases to amaze me. It reminds me to always live in the moment, to never take any situation for granted in lieu of a possible future.
I step backwards towards the bar and into a tangle of wires, chains, hairpins, fishnets, and metal barbells. “Trina! I haven’t seen you in years!”
“Hey there stranger; how’ve you been holding up?” I reach out and grab her despite the uncomfortable prodding from the entire length of her outfit. Is that why people dress like that? I remember thinking; to deter drug induced hugging sessions? She returns the hug fully, though hardly as enthusiastically. I pull back, and we were both laughing, seeing the early signs of the roll I was traveling.
“I’ll see ya duder, take care of yourself huh?” She smiled and was gone.
Up at the bar, I choke down another shot and a beer before I realize the futility of my actions. I wander around feeling the walls and tables and a random person’s head, which was particularly soft let me tell you. I remarked on how amazing the atmosphere was, how friendly and communal everyone seemed to be. The pumping growing in my chest begins to fall in time with the music as the light trailing my every movement. God it’s been a while, I thought. Of all the people I came out with, not one of them is visible. Getting too close to the dance floor in my search, I fall back into the ocean and become part of the school again.
Next thing I recall, I had a gorgeous, and equally fucked up tongue in my mouth attached to a female of the same caliber. She’s pushing me through the back stage entrance, I could tell by the sudden brightness and the mess of feathers. Reaching our dimly lit destination, sensing an incredibly urgent sexual energy, I feel wide, strong hands rubbing up my spine, pulling me down by my hair. I turn my head slowly to find a much broader and sweeter tongue taking the place of the first which was now doing wonders down my chest, which I had just noticed, was shirtless. Unable to hold myself in this position, I let myself lean back, underneath both of them and apparently on top of someone else.
Ecstasy and spinning lights consumed my consciousness. I remember only flashes. Five maybe six naked bodies, not counting my own, treasuring every orifice they came in contact with. One woman was standing on the bed raving multi-colored glow sticks, traveling down each one of us, back and forth, in and out, her perfect figure outlined in electric greens and yellows and reds. She came to me, and I palmed her superb tits as my eyes followed her arms uncontrollably, I would have felt a life threatening desire to fuck her if I didn’t already have a bristly, talented mouth around my engorged organ. I climaxed into a complete sensory orgasm as another man came from behind and I felt ice at the nape of my neck, droplets ran down my spine and the lust I felt at that moment I have never since matched. My member temporarily relieved from its hold, I sit up and enter an unsuspecting girl from behind as she was down on the one who’d brought me here. The pressure building, I hear garbled words directed at me saying that I should dance with them tonight. Confused and otherwise occupied, I answer yes emphatically, mostly due to the final release of unbearable tension, and the tightening around my limb signifying I wasn’t alone in my triumph. Regaining reality, I thought ‘eh, how hard could it be?’
Standing before a heavy, red velvet curtain I suddenly sober enough to harbor a shock of fear. I wondered where I was, and what the hell I was doing. All I could smell was lipstick and sex. My heart beat frantically, trying to catch up with itself. I heard some sort of announcer over the pounding in my head, and the curtain began to move. As the dark, colorfully lit dance floor hit my eyes again, I felt the drugs resume control and my heeled foot step forward.
I felt alive like I never have, before or since. I felt sexy, like all eyes were on my every movement. I bent down placing manicured fingers on my sequined leg and drug it slowly up my side, catching on the hem of my skirt. Cheers and whistles float their way up the stage and it drives me further. I hear Jake half hollering, half laughing obviously in a perilous form of surprise. I look out and see him and instead of embarrassment, I felt this urge that I wanted him to see me; wanted him to find me sexy. Across the stage I walk and dance as the tempo of the song speeds slightly. At the edge, I lift my leg onto the chair of a nearby patron, and sway down reaching his face with my own, pulling away the second he leans closer. Turning away from the crowd, I removed the strap from my shoulder, let it fall to my side; all the while never being able to shake the feeling that I’d done this before. Complete with a slow grind, I continue in this fashion until I’m in nothing but a strapless gold bra housing a pair of fake tits, and a matching thong and garter. I toss the remaining thread of cloth I held into the audience and slip behind the curtain, leg last, tantalizingly slow as possible. The song ended, and the audience went wild.