As we drove in the limo to the nightclub, my mind wondered on this whirlwind perfect trip that the Air Force had sent us on. Bangkok, Cancun, Rio, Paris...the list goes on. It seems through some glitch in the cosmic system, we had gotten sent to every hot party spot in the world, with enough time on the ground in between flights to definitely live up the party scene. In a way part of me was exhausted from alternating the grueling flights during the day to the debauchery that took place every night. Each night a party, and each night a different girl... There was even that one night in Sweden where I managed to talk those two back to my room. I smiled at the thought and nodded a little praise to myself.
Where were we tonight? I could barely even remember. Oh yeah, somewhere in the nightclub district of Amsterdam. Well, whatever, or actually wherever. Tonight was shaping up to be another wild night. I partly felt that my body was exhausted, but invigorated at the same time. How much more of this could I take? Tomorrow I would chill, I told myself. "Yeah right, didn't I say that last night?" I laughed to myself.
We finally arrive at the club, pay and start making our way in. As we calmly stride down the hall, I am proud to be part of this crew because these guys know how to party. And all three of us are dressed perfectly, to a T. We look like 3 rich playboys out on the town, and I know they feel the same way; sort of untouchable, that we could do whatever we wanted tonight and somehow get away with it.
The dance music continues to get louder and louder as we walk down the hallway. Our anticipation grew until the hallway opened to a giant dance floor. It was dark in there, but there were enough lights from the strobes and other dance lights that you could make out the undulating bodies gyrating on the floor.
I had never seen such a packed club. People were packed in, dancing pretty much shoulder to shoulder and not able to move very much. But nobody seemed to mind. Everyone was moving to the sound of the incredibly loud, almost too loud, pulsing beat of the music.
My two buddies disappeared into the sea of bodies, making a beeline towards the bar, which was on the other side of this mass of bodies, of course. So I started making my way through the tangled web of bouncing people, but there was no way to get through without rubbing against just about everyone. And everyone looked perfect and beautiful. They all could have been models. Nobody seemed to care or even notice that I had to nudge and squeeze by to make my way to the bar.
As I reached about halfway through the crowd, I squeezed through an exceptional tight crowd of people and almost lost my balance breaking through. I stumbled slightly but as I regained my balance I found myself almost pushed into another person.
I apologized to her and started to turn to leave when she looked up at me. Wow, I thought to myself. She's incredible. I am definitely going to have to find her after I get a drink in me. She was short and petite. About 5'4" and maybe 110, if that, with brown hair and the most intriguing dark eyes I had ever seen. There was something about her that was hard to put my finger on. Then I realized it: most girls, although they looked great, in here were dressed as sluts because that was the only thing they could pull it off. This girl could be whatever she wanted. She had an innocent face and smile, which definitely led to the "girl next door" look. But tonight she was dressed in a slutty catholic schoolgirl outfit: stilettos, fishnet stalkings, a pleated plaid miniskirt, and collar shirt tied up just below her boobs showing off her perfect belly. What was it about the belly button that makes me want to kiss it so bad, I thought to myself?
She smiled up at me and continued to dance to the music but concentrating on me. I was dazed by her unique sexiness and found myself unable to leave to the bar. It was as if she was using the pulsing music and her writhing body to spellbind me into staying. I began to move with her body.
Oh god, this girl is fucking hot, I thought as she rubbed herself all over me. We began to grind in the middle of this tangle of people and I knew that there were some places back in the states that would consider our dancing lewd and inappropriate, but not here. No one even seemed to notice. They were all grinding away at each other.
