In the back of the club, she waited, but her friend didn't show up. Shewent out for a few minutes, waiting at the top of the staircase. Lookingaround the dark street trying to make up her mind. What was broken insideof her led her back into the club. She set her self up. Straight legjeans and a simple blouse, thin brown hair. Thin sleek body. Young andplain. Still, she was younger than most women in the club, and young isenough. Again in the back of the club. Crossing her arms, moving around abit. Sitting by yourself is an invitation. Cruisers approach her oneafter another. Eventually, what she waited for begins. He is a broadshouldered brooklynite. Black haired with a poor complexion. He works herfoot after she gives her permission, his fingers kneading, working thetoes, the ridged parts. It makes no difference to her who he is. He hashands, a mouth. He will do everything she wants, everything she lets him.She needs to do nothing but receive. It's her first time, she goes toofar. Lets him do more than she intended. The jeans come off. Bare thighsseparate. His hand works between them. Sweat drips onto her stomach. Hisbreath is on her stomach. His tongue penetrates her. She traps his headwith her legs. She looks up. A crowd presses in around them.
Hands grip exposed members. The crowd pushes in further. A hand lifts hershirt. Someone warns the others to back up. Someone is sitting next tothem. She'd forgotten. Her arm is extended. Her hand finds warm flesh.Guided to warm flesh. Sitting next to her, but. she wants, needs. Shedoesn't understand what makes it so satisfying. It makes her nervous. Itadds to the satisfaction. His mouth works on her as she closes her eyes.She opens her eyes again. Looking into the hungry faces around her. Shearches her back a little. Involuntary ripples of her stomach. Finishedbetween her legs, he rises up. He lays on top of her. He kisses hermouth. She tastes herself, and other things. Stale, sweet. She can't seeanything. His body blocks her vision. Not seeing anyone, it seems likeshe is alone. His weight is familiar. Pressing down onto her like. amemory she can't acknowledge. It goes on for a while. At one point shestraddles his legs, her back turned to the crowd. The voyeurs never leave.If they can't be touched, at least they can watch. It's her first time. But she's been looking for this place for a long time. She started lookingbefore she knew what she wanted to find. The club doesn't advertise. Shefound it like everyone else. Like water seeking it's own level. When it'sover, she adjusts her clothes self consciously. She walks to the bathroom.Inside, she looks into the mirror. Afraid for just a moment. It's stillherself looking back. She feels... something. She smiles, laughs back ather reflection. All of this suits her. Really, she's been seeking thisfor her whole life. She is beginning to fall.
No good then huh?
I don't like the topic the style and the form. Sorry, anon. Do better.
