NIGHT CLUB

A short story by, J W James

Nathan moved hurriedly across the crowded dance floor, the intoxicating beat of the music digging itself into his brain, his mind swimming towards a trancelike oblivion. He couldn’t figure out exactly what it was that he was experiencing, but he’d felt strange from the first moment when he’d first set foot inside the dim, smoky nightclub. He was not himself, his thoughts coming in erratic patterns, his emotions twisting inside him in ways he’d never felt before. It seemed to him almost as if some kind of powerful force had taken over his mind, his entire body seeming to be trapped in a state of chaos. He couldn’t believe the level of arousal that he was feeling, or the perversion of the thoughts in his head. He wanted to find someone and fulfill his lust. Gripped by horniness unlike any he’d ever known, he yearned for release.

Slipping through the sea of scantily clad and latex covered bodies that lingered just at the edge of the oblong dance floor, he made for the closest bar. Sweat oozed from his pours, his dark hair soaked, much like the dark, crimson colored, silk shirt that clung to his skin as if it were part of him. An abnormal warmth hung in the air, making it seem as if the owners of the club had turned on the heat, despite the high temperatures outside. He felt suddenly feverish, his mouth dry as dessert sand, his throat parched and in desperate need of refreshment. When he finally managed to fight his way to a position where he could order a drink, his voice cracked. He contemplated leaving the club. He knew that something was very wrong there. He hoped that his friend Jason, who’d told him about the club, would get there soon. He didn’t know if he could take the pressure of the place for much longer.

Taking hold of the bottle of beer that he purchased, he brought it quickly to his lips and began to drink. Throwing his head back, he let the cool liquid flow straight down his throat, the wetness of it giving him a slight bit of relief from the drought that seemed to burn inside of him. Setting the empty bottle onto the bar, he signaled the bar tender to return. He ordered two more beers, making them disappear just as fast as the first. Feeling better, he scanned the room for his friend. Looking again at the dance floor, he decided to move around a bit. With his thirst now partially quenched, he wanted to see if he could find someone to satisfy his other urges. He began to mingle.

Nathan was happy to see such a good female to male ratio as he circulated through the club. With a minimum of two women for every man, he was sure that he could score. He let his eyes float over the various attractions that spread out before him, his desires returning to him along with new and extremely perverse thoughts. He thought momentarily of how much fun it would be for the entire place to shift suddenly and turn into an orgy comparable only to those of Ancient Greece or Rome. The thoughts made him even more aroused and desperate for gratification. He would have to find someone soon.

Though he was very partial to redheads, the night brought him to think of a dark haired beauty, a woman he had often envisioned in his imagination. Moving slowly, he looked around again, his eyes falling upon several young and very nubile prospects. He was just about to approach a beautiful young woman when someone else caught his attention, one of true beauty. He didn’t know exactly what it was about her, but it had felt like someone had actually turned his head so that he would see her. He was drawn immediately like a piece of metal to a magnet, his feet taking him in her direction without him even knowing he was moving. He could already feel the throbbing in his loins, his excitement growing with each step that he took. He had to have her.

The strange and beautiful woman was not alone, a group of several other young, and almost equally beautiful women surrounding her, all of them dancing as if they were taking part in some kind of ritual. Nathan continued to watch her, aroused even more by the way her body swayed, ever so slowly to the beat of the trance music that blared from the mountain of speakers that stood against the back wall. He studied her, finding her height and weight to be perfect in his opinion. She could have been a goddess for all he knew, her beauty incomparable to any woman he’d ever known. He could not take his eyes off of her, the other women near her paling in comparison. Slowly, he continued to make his way across the crowded club.

Not watching where he was going, Nathan stumbled over the small, raised edge of the elevated floor. Reaching out in desperation, he failed to catch hold of anything that would break his fall. Like a clumsy fool, he landed face down, the gaze coming to rest upon the toes of her black boots. He could hear the sound of laughter as he lay there, the foolishness of his fall burning in his thoughts. He was certain that he’d just ruined any chance of meeting this woman now. Feeling like a total ass, Nathan turned his gaze upwards. Her beauty once again entranced him.

The vinyl boots she wore were tight to her legs, stopping just above the knee and helping to offset the white, thigh high fishnets that she wore. His gaze continued upward, stopping for just a moment beneath the woman’s short skirt, her lack of panties giving him a bit of a show. He once again felt a stirring in the crotch of his dark colored trousers, the errection making his embarrassment that much greater. He couldn’t see his own face, but didn’t need to in order to know that his cheeks were bright red. He grew angry with himself for being such a klutz.

Diverting his gaze away from her for just the slightest moment, he pushed against the floor and got to his feet as quickly as he possibly could. He felt a little better now that he was standing. Still silent, he let his eyes roam over the rest of her body, the black, vinyl corset and feathered boa she was wearing making her outfit look absolutely perfect. “Please forgive me for creating such an awkward moment,” he said, still captivated by the intensity of her beautiful face. “I can’t quite explain it, but I had to meet you the moment I saw you.”

She said nothing in return, standing there and staring at him, her gaze moving over his entire body before settling once more onto his face. He was fascinated by her exquisite eyes, green for the most part, but touched by a brilliant yellow at the edges of her corneas. “I’m Nathan, by the way,” he said nervously, extending his hand as if he meant to shake hers.

A slight smile touched the corner of her mouth as she reached out her hand in a manner that reminded him of someone who might be royalty. “Lilia,” she replied, her voice filled with an accent that could have been French, but was too minor for him to place. “Tis very nice to make your acquaintance.”

Nathan quickly took her hand into his own and bowed his head. He like the silky softness of her creamy, white skin against his own, even more so as he pressed his lips to it. His nose caught the scent of flowers, possibly lilies, but he wasn’t completely certain. He imagined it could be that specific scent, worn to match her name, but didn’t particularly care. He wanted her, his mind already drifting into dark thoughts of sexuality. Finishing the kiss, he slowly let go of her hand. Looking to her face again, his eyes became locked to hers. He was trapped in her will, helpless and at her mercy.

He couldn’t think of anything to say to her, the silence between them feeling like a heavy burden, ready to crush him at any moment. As if suddenly waking from a trance, he noticed that they were alone, the others who’d been dancing with her gone. He looked nervously around, catching a glimpse of one girl as she took another man onto the dance floor. Turning his attention back to Lilia, he felt a chill running down his spine. He could not seem to tear himself away from her stunning eyes, the rest of the club suddenly disintegrating from his thoughts. He was suddenly stranded in a moment with her.

Feeling the pressure and tension of the situation, Nathan finally broke the discomfort that the silence was creating between the two of them. "Are you thirsty?" he asked, his voice almost cracking, his nervousness showing once again. "I mean, can I buy you a drink?"

Lilia stared at him for a long moment, her demeanor making her seem like a woman who would always get her way and have whatever she desired at any given moment. It didn't seem to him that she was necessarily a mean-spirited person, but just looking at her let him know that she was in complete control of every situation in her life. Somehow he knew that she would always be in control. Everything rested in her decisions. "Let me ask you something?" she said, her voice sounding as though she had found his offer of the drink to be petty or boring. "You buy me some drinks, I get a little drunk, and then what? We go back to your place for a nightcap, or maybe we go back to mine?"

Nathan had no clue what to say back to her. He had known from the first time he laid his eyes upon her that she was different from any other woman he'd ever met, but her bluntness made him feel as if he should just turn around and run away from there. He was embarrassed that she had shut him down so quickly, but somehow, he was strangely excited at the very same moment. Confused, he struggled for some way to let her know that she had taken his intentions all wrong, but he came up completely empty. He wondered if she had read the thoughts in his head or if his flirts had simply been that transparent. Either way, he prepared himself for rejection. He assumed right away that he'd be sent very quickly on his way.

As if sensing his thoughts again, or perhaps picking up on the change in his attitude. Lilia spoke. "You've done nothing wrong, Nathan," she said, her features softening and a rather warm smile forming at the corners of her incredibly full, yet pouty lips. "Did you ever think that our interests and motivations for coming to this place tonight might just be the same? Would it be such a terrible thing if I were to confess that I was hoping to find someone to take care of my urges as well?"

Though he was totally surprised to hear her say such a thing, Nathan felt the tension dissipate, his nervousness seeming to fade just enough that he didn't feel as though he were about to suffocate. He smiled, trying not to let her see just how frightened or relieved he was. "So how about we get that drink?" he asked, hoping to lighten the mood just a bit further.

"How about we skip the drink and just go back to my place?" she asked, her words nearly knocking him to the floor. "It's been quite a long time since I've had a good fuck and alcohol would only make it less fun. Are you game?"

Nathan didn't have to think before answering her. Like any man who was put into this situation, he simply turned and motioned towards the door. "After you," he said, a broad grin forming on his mouth. "Should I follow you in my car?"

"I came by taxi so you'll be driving," she said, looking over her shoulder as they headed towards the exit, her arm slipping quickly around his waist. "I just hope you can handle the ride."

Nathan liked the sound of the implication, fumbling in his pocket for his keys. He felt as if he was on top of the world, a beautiful woman on his arm, and a night of sex in his immediate future. "I think I might just be able to handle that," he said with a small chuckle, the erection in his pants making him wish they were already wherever they were going. "I'm parked just down the block."

They were barely in the car when Lilia began showering him with kisses, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth, her teeth catching on his tongue and lower lip several times. He enjoyed it very much, his mind swimming with thoughts of her mouth touching him in other places. As if she'd known his thoughts, she began to kiss his neck and earlobes, her mouth heading much lower once they hit the open lanes of the highway. He was greatly surprised at just how talented she was.

He hoped that he could hold onto his self control while fighting to keep the car from swerving. It had been quite a while since he'd done anything like this and he was a bit frightened that he was going to crash. She kept going, her mouth moving faster as she pleasured him, his leg shaking as the joyous sensation of their fun moved through him. He was just reaching the highway exit ramp when she took her teeth and dragged them along his entire length. Unable to hold off any longer, he let go. She continued until he was completely finished.

The rest of the way to the house was quick, the quality of the neighborhood making Nathan a bit jealous. He had always wanted to live in a place as nice as this but could never really afford it. Even with the salary he made at his job, he was not even close to getting a mortgage anyway near there. He was satisfied knowing that he'd be sleeping with a woman who could afford to live in such a place, his usual escapades landing him a girl with an apartment in the city. Still, he really didn't care. To him, this was just going to be a slightly different experience. The end result would still be the same.

They were just inside the front door when Lilia turned and grabbed hold of the front of Nathan's shirt. Being everything but gentle, she tugged hard, the small, dark buttons ricocheting off of the walls of the foyer. Nathan grabbed her and kissed her hard, his hands going immediately to her perfectly rounded ass, his fingertips digging into the flesh. Her body was tight, the obvious result of many hours of working out, the feel of her muscles turning him on that much more. He was ready for more of what had started in the car.

She took him by the hand, leading him up the stairs at a jog, their footsteps echoing off the hardwood floors. Nathan could barely contain himself, his heart beginning to race as delightful thoughts spun in his head. "This way," she said, dragging him down the hall towards a closed door, "we're almost there."

Nathan felt his excitement grow the moment he stepped into the dimly lit room. The furnishings were scarce, a few small night tables standing next to a huge, four poster bed, and a vanity in one corner of the room. there was no television or stereo, letting him know that she used the room for two things only. The place served its purpose for sex and sleep, and he was looking forward to both.

She led him to the bed, her skirt dropping to the floor almost as soon as they got there. She was like an animal, pouncing on him and covering his mouth with her own. He liked the fact that she was aggressive, the women he was used to usually playing the more submissive role. Letting go of all his inhibitions, he let her strip him bare, the warmth of her body feeling intense against his own. She did not have to touch him to get him ready. He was already in the mood and waiting as each second ticked away. He felt desires welling up within him like a volcano ready to erupt. He wanted her now.

Lilia pushed him back onto the bed, her slender body sliding onto his like a stream flowing over the edge of a waterfall. Slowly she lowered herself down, the warm, wet, silkiness of her covering him. He shuddered, the tightness making him think that she might be a virgin. He ran his hands up her back, stopping at her shoulders, his fingertips digging just a bit more than gently into her skin. He tried very hard to match the rhythm of her rocking hips, her movements bringing him to the edge of orgasm once more. He fought to control himself, not wanting to be too quick and leave her disappointed. Luckily, she stopped at just the right moment, giving him a chance to regain his control. He wanted this to last all night.

Pulling him like a doll, she rolled onto her back. He was amazed at how well she managed to keep him inside of her, the motion making them seem like matched parts of some kind of machine. She reached out, grabbing his ass, pulling him towards her. He took her hint and began to thrust his hips faster, her moans growing louder with each stroke. She kissed him hard, biting his lip once and making him taste blood. He went into a frenzy, his body suddenly moving like a jack hammer, his thighs beginning to cramp from so much exertion. Finally, as she dug her long nails into his back, the two of them achieved release. They were trapped in the moment of simultaneous orgasm.

Nathan was not prepared for what came next. Still inside of her, he kissed her passionately, his near beating as fast as a the engine of a runaway train. Slowly she let her mouth fall away from his, nipping at his chin and slowly kissing her way down to his neck. She ran her teeth along his skin, playfully at first, then letting the tips drag just a bit harder. She pushed against him, slowly rolling him over again, bringing her body down onto his. She continued to lick and bite his neck, the feeling sending chills through his entire body. Then, when he least expected it, she pinned his wrist down to the bed. He struggled to push against her, but he found that she was much stronger than she appeared. Without warning, she bit down hard, her teeth breaking the skin. He had no clue what he was going to do.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed, frightened at her sudden bout of aggression. He was not used to anything this kinky, the whole experience freaking him out. But she did not answer. As quickly as she could, she sucked on his neck, his body becoming weak as he felt his energy draining away. He was slipping into unconsciousness.

Nathan awoke a short time later. He tried to move but found that his wrists and ankles had been tied to the posts of the bed. He could not see with the blindfold that covered his eyes, but could feel several mouths touching his wrists, neck, chest, and penis. he tried again to move, but was far too weak. He realized that he was in serious trouble. He struggled to speak, the dryness of his throat making it impossible to get his words out. He was frightened, knowing somehow that he was never going to see the light of another day. Surrendering at last, Nathan thought of the pleasures he had felt before all of this terror. Letting a smile form on his lips, he slipped away into eternal darkness.

THE END