Cold as the night was, I didn't notice. Only that your presence was near as I walked towards the bass hard thumping sounds coming from the front of the club. A hole in the wall club it was as well, which was perfect since I didn't want to socialize anyway. My agenda, mission, goal was to break out of the cocoon I had layered around myself for the past few months and I knew you would be just what the doctor ordered.
I walked in and there was the refreshing smell of musky sweat. I liked that scent. The pheromones were flying and soon, my sweat would be added to the mixture. The dark smoky place had a bar immediately in the middle with hallways dodging around to each side, kind of like a circle. Tables against the walls lined the oval shaped path ahead. A couple of hooter wannabes with tight shirts and round trays taking drink orders. Behind the bar, steps leading to a sunken round dance floor which was busy. The club was called "The bottom level". Now I knew why. The DJ booth up to the center left was actually a great spot. Kind of concealed yet open and I couldn't see the DJ but the was curious of his looks. (DJ's intrigue me because they look like nerds a lot of the time and I identified with them. They carried a facade like myself...more than meets the eye or first impression, a bit of a dark side, and a taste for night life.) My instincts were peeked and I felt you there but wanted to see you come to me and how you approached me said volumes about your style. I knew that you would be a bit sly so I wanted to play the same and really didn't even bother looking for you. Although I couldn't wait to see you, you wouldn't know upon watching me and I was gambling that you were.
I went to the bar, popped up on the stool and smiled big to the chick pouring drinks. She asked me what I wanted and I said I would love a nice warm shot of sambuka followed by a Hienikin. The people around me were the usual bar flies. I knew their lingo, their clicky ways and moreover how to fit right in. After all, my father owned a bar before I was born even...It was in my blood and this was very comfortable for me. I have memories of setting on the same kind of bar top at 5 years old while my father ordered a Rum and coke and smoked a pipe or cigar. I was his little muse, he kept me close with him, I guess no one cared back then or maybe he knew the owners of the places we went. I made small talk with a couple to my right and lit a cigarette.
I had placed myself with my back towards the other tables on purpose...I wanted you to be at one and assumed you were but I wouldn't look. How long would you hold out I wondered. Hey, for all I know you are sizing me up as I sit comparing me to the other snatch walking and hanging around. I liked that actually since I knew that yes there is other snatch to be had, but no one would give what I knew you needed. I am not hard on the eyes either. I hate to play myself up too much but confidence is easy. Don't worry, I have an equally humble side. My philosophy is "If I want you, you are mine"...end point. So the shot goes down like butter...and warms me right up. I love a bit of sedation...makes the seduction easier if you get my drift.
I drank the beer slowly, though I could suck one up through a straw in less than a minute. Better not show you my drinking skills for fear that you may get the idea I am a lush or something (heh). I sat there thinking that within a bit of time, the game of discovering Loki was on. I liked being in this game...I couldn't loose. Either way, if I let you take me or I seduced you... I couldn't care less as long as there is passion and tension, a bit of pain, a bit of fear, and a lot of adrenaline involved.
You made me wait and I loved it. My posture erect and the idea of you behind me, moving in slowly, prowling was very much a turn on. I wanted to savor the thought but the damn beer was tickling my bladder so I had to pee. I popped up and was off to the bathroom. The hallway to the right had the female logo, whoopy. I strutted on over and noticed that the room was small and had a small line to boot waiting. My favorite experience, standing in line with a bunch of 'betty's" waiting to pee. Giving fake smiles to each other and caring less. I wanted to get my game back on with you so I decided forget this. I bebopped to the other hall across the room. Hey there was no line at the mens room, what luck eh? (No! Its not luck, men pee in like 20 seconds and then leave unlike girls who pee, primp, and whatever else). I liked using the guys bathroom. In I went, locking the door behind me. Inside, I went into the stall, locked the door.
The music was racing and so had my head been slowly catching that mellow buzz as the alcohol permeated my brain cells. I realized that I was quite turned on at this point too. The fear was creeping up in me as well cause I started to get a bit worried that I shouldn't be there. Just that moment, the outer door opened to the room. I had locked it. The light went off. My pants flew up and my heart was in my throat. I knew you were in there. You didn't say anything. Not a word. You waited. No sound from inside only the beating of techno. I started smiling as I knew you were gently coming for me. I figured and quickly decided I wanted this too and was going to give you what you wanted, hell, what we wanted. My top came of and I flung it over the stall in the direction you could be at. I popped the lock on the door and walked out. It was dark but I saw your silhouette coming to me hands open and reaching. I took them and put them on my breast. "Remember the last time we met?", I whispered in your ear as we drew close. You didn't speak, just massaged me hard and began pushing me to the wall. "didn't you want to do this last time?", I whispered as I brought your hands from my breast to my belly down over my hips and finally between my legs. "I really didn't lie when I said you make me drip, feel for yourself" I hummed very low, followed by a tongue in your ear and hard kisses. It was enough for me ...I totally yielded to you at that point. You had your hands everywhere, my juices all over them. I wanted to get you off and slid down between your legs. Unzipped your pants and inhaled you. Your hands in my hair and moaning a bit now. I pretended to myself that your crotch was my lollipop and would lick the skin off if I stayed too long. You gave my head a gut wrenching squeeze and exploded in my mouth.
