Lily could feel the music thumping through the ground as she approached the club. She'd spent nearly as much time picking her outfit as she had convincing herself to do this.
The moon was fat and high in the sky, and the dust kicked up with each step she took nearer, rising and swirling as much as her own apprehensive stomach.
Amy had been online all afternoon talking her in to this, and they finally made a plan to meet here, at Coven. Lily hadn't heard of it before, even though it was on the outskirts of town, and had no idea what to expect. But that was the least of her anxieties.
She smoothed her tight skirt around her ass, and pulled it down slightly. It was short, shorter than she was comfortable with really. Any lapse and she would be flashing the whole club. Last night, that thought would have turned her on, but tonight was a different matter.
Panic rose as, for no reason whatsoever, she decided she was dressed utterly inappropriately. She stopped, turned on her heels and walked briskly back the way she came. What was she thinking wearing such a plunging neck line? It looked so alluring in the mirror, but now she realised it was just cheap.
Then Amy's comforting words cooed in her mind once more. Everything she had typed had placated those nerves, and the memories of them now helped beat down the dread.
She stopped again, adjusted her décolletage, turned round as gracefully as she could manage and stepped back towards that pounding music.
A tweak of attitude was all she needed. She felt her tits gently bouncing with each confident stride. The curves of her cleavage would drive Amy wild all night, and she'd be fighting hard to keep her hands from them. Her naturally pouting lips would prove too much to resist. The tight curves of her perfect ass would feel wonderful in Amy's hands as she cupped them, pushing her tongue into Lily's mouth ...
Christ, Lily was amazed at how badly she needed the sensual touch of another human being.
With one last considered breath, she stepped inside.
The heat hit her hard in the face, and the music pounded at her ears relentlessly. A heaving mass of bodies writhed in the swinging lights and billowing smoke. Her feet stuck to the floor.
Why the hell would Amy want to meet her here?
It was disgusting.
Her eyes darted about, looking for something familiar, something to calm her nerves once more. Hundreds of faces, but none of them friendly.
She bumped her way to the bar and squeezed herself in between two people who didn't even notice her presence. After a long wait, the barman finally got to her, and she had to shout at full volume to get her order heard. When it arrived, it was wrong, but she didn't have the lungs to make a fuss. She grabbed her luke warm tap water (it was meant to be vodka and ice), and skulked in to a corner.
This is where they had agreed to meet.
In this dingy, dank, dark, smelly little alcove with a sticky table and an infested looking love seat.
She poked at it with a reluctant finger, seeing if it was fit for human use. What she felt she didn't like. Instead she hovered to one side of the seat and stared back out into the sprawling mass of dancing bodies.
Lily was beginning to feel a little bilious.
Sipping on the tap water didn't help.
