This the story about how I met a German woman at an industrial club that turned into one of the many wonderful women that became regular play partners for the three years I spent living overseas. I'm Afro-Latino and it's obvious. I stood out of the crowd in Germany without even trying. I jump around a lot in my time line from living there because it was a busy time both social and professionally. This took place sometime after Maria and Inge were both my regular fuck buddies, but before Cassandra, Melanie, Aria, Katja, Michelle, Heather, Jenni, Karen, Rose. You get the picture.
I had made friends with another couple of Americans. I'll call them Jay and Dee, that I met at the Irish pub I regularly patronized and even though they were about as pasty white as a lot of the Germans I was acquaintances with they didn't treat me any differently. Maybe it's because we are all American in a foreign land, but it was kind of cool. They invited me to go to a goth club with them after we had some drinks and talked about common interests. There weren't too many, but we could all agree that the current musical trends, this was the late 90s, sucked donkey dick.
So, we walked through winding cobble stone streets to what seemed like an even shadier area than where I lived. Out of some distrust I was already planning on defending myself if these two guys decided to turn on me. We approached what looked like a pretty large warehouse type of building near the river and there was a line of people waiting to get in. Out of habit I went to get in line and Jay said, "Nah, man we don't wait in line. My girl works here they know us." We walked past the people waiting in line most of them dresses in leather, spikes, what was basically fashionable BDSM gear. Most of them looked cold, mind you this was in the spring, but it was still chilly at night.
At the door this huge stereotypical bouncer scowled out direction then smiled, a real smile with the eye squint and everything, as we approached. He got let in without even being patted down. As soon as the door opened I could hear the music. It wasn't what I was expecting. Well not entirely. I was like if someone took techno, slowed it down and only used minor chords in a lower scale. That's beside the point. The point is we walked in and we stood out like a shit in a punch bowl. Everyone, and I mean Everyone was wearing black, everyone had eye liner, or elaborate haircuts and styles, platform boots. It looked like a Nine Inch Nails video produced by Stephen King. My two friends seemed to know a lot of the people that and mingled right away.
I tried to stay at the peripheral of their social encounters still not feeling at place or comfortable at all, but there was plenty of liquid courage to be had. Cheap beer and, oddly enough, Southern Comfort. Which I found out later is considered a gay culture drink. It would explain a lot of the overly friendly dudes. The night passed well. I danced a bit, but it was difficult to get into the dancing because it all seemed so ritualistic. Everyone seemed to face the center of the dance floor and do the same moves of swaying back and forth feet planted firmly to the ground. I mean they were swaying to the rhythm, but that's about it. I was dancing pretty much like I was at a slower rave whenever I didn't have a drink in my hand.
I'm rambling. Let me get to the purpose of this story. So anyway, my two American friends split up and did their own thing, Jay with his girlfriend that was working at the bar and Dee chatting up this woman wearing what looked like a skin tight piecemeal leather outfit. I walked off the dance floor and just leaned up against the railing that overlooked the scene and that's when I spotted her across the way. She was tall, I found out later 6' even, creamy white skin, a spiked mohawk black lipstick a spiked collar on her neck. She was wearing a black mesh top with just a black bra underneath, a black and red mini skirt with fishnet stockings and mother fucking Dock Martins. She was like a god damn goth punk archetype from any cheesy 80s movie. She was toned; either she had a manual labor job or actively worked out. She still had that curviness of a woman in her hips though and I knew then that I wanted her.
