Music pounded around her. The club was an exclusive one, and had only the best DJ's turning on any given night. The floor literally vibrated under her feet. She looked at the bouncer that let her in without issue, then at the writhing mass of bodies visible beyond the door.
Swathed in light that shifted like water, the strobes gave an interesting effect to the already interesting dΓ©cor of the club.
Despite the pristine white columns, giving a very Romanesque feeling to the building, it was more the type of place one would expect to see a vampire, were they to really exist. Dark, shadowed, and very much gothic, as the light shifted, one could see the blood-red marbling on those otherwise perfect pillars.
She turned a full circle, amazed with the dark, gothic beauty of the place.
Soon, she was pulled into the mass of dancing bodies in the center.
It was an all women's club, most of the members were lesbians, and of very high socioeconomic background. The rich, and sometimes famous, came here to be unknown and with others like themselves.
She was the very picture of gothic sophistication, her golden hair the only challenge to the black velvet that sheathed her slim frame. Fishnet stockings climbed impossibly long and shapely legs, meeting with the sensuous garter belt that peeked through the slit in her gown as she walked.
She found the bar, and found something to her liking.
She had never been a part of the "closed-door" scene here. Those people went into the opulent, beautiful rooms around the outer walls of the building for wild sexual escapades involving nearly any fantasy.
She herself had been in a committed relationship for many years, and only came here to dance.
But she had come home to her beloved Tara and another woman in her bed.
Leila had left in a fit of pain, anguish, betrayal, and anger.
She only wanted a couple drinks and a chance to forget, even if for a while, but she still had no desire to go back into those rooms. A few drinks it was, and with so little food on her stomach from the stress, she was feeling the welcome fuzziness starting to creep around her.
Leila stepped out onto the marble floor, feeling the pulse of bodies and the intoxicating smell of female musk and sexual energy around her. It made her heady, and light-headed.
Alaera saw the golden-haired beauty from across the room, from where she was perched in one of the tables. She quirked an eyebrow, her head cocking slightly as she watched the lithe woman make her way into the crowd. From her elevated seat, Alaera watched the woman's every motion.
Alaera closed her dark blue eyes, and instantly, the room started to spin. She had the sense that the woman was hurting, and the taste of betrayal hung thick around her. Alaera felt a pang of sympathy and pursed her lips, watching the way the other woman moved, the sinuous contour of perfect legs, and the glimpse of a delicious garter belt underneath. Alaera could not help but smile. It was a favourite for her. There was nothing as sexy and feminine as a beautiful woman in thigh-high stockings and a garter belt. A pair of heels and the right panties could put Alaera into a froth without effort.
Alaera had an amazing sense for that which one felt but would not say. Some called it "a sixth sense" or "Clairvoyance". It didn't really matter what it was. It worked. That is what mattered.
Alaera stood, pushing a lock of silken black hair back from her face and stepped down from her pedestal to mingle into the crowd.
Of course, such dancing would have people in close contact, and most accidental touching was ignored. In her current state, Leila didn't care. She just wanted to forget.
And, in her state, it was easy for her not to notice the woman slipping her way through the crowd towards her.
Leila moved and writhed to the beat of the music, until she felt cool hands slip around her waist from behind, and the feeling of a soft body press against her.
It felt so good...
Leila squirmed a bit, and tried to turn, but the gentle grasp held her firm.
"You are needing escape, I can tell. Let me show you a night that will help you forget," a simmering voice whispered in her ear.
Leila blinked, not quite sure she heard what she did. Alaera smiled and stepped back only so the blonde could turn but remain in her arms. Leila turned, and stared at the other woman.
"You must have me mistaken," Leila replied quietly, barely audible over the pounding music. "I just came to get a few drinks and dance."
"You came to forget."
Leila sighed. "How can you tell?"
The sable-haired woman gave an expression of concern. "It's in those eyes of yours. Never a colour of blue-green have I seen before, but it's the pain and anguish I see more glaringly. You have seen a terrible betrayal."
Leila's eyes dropped to the floor. She wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow, amidst the alcohol and her distraction, she found herself on the edge of the dance floor, closer to the wall. "Yes."
Alaera stepped forward, her lips hovering inches away from Leila's.
"Let me help you."
Leila sighed, and looked down... and then, everything went black.
Leila woke in darkness. She was warm, but disoriented. It took her several moments to realize that she was nude, and laying on something that was so heavenly soft it felt like sheepskin. She was covered, but only barely. For the warmth of the room, she was covered only with something light and breathable. She blinked a few more times, and still couldn't see. Finally, she realized she was blindfolded.
She squirmed, reaching to try to remove it, only to find her hands and wrists bound. She could move only a small amount.
She started to panic, and yank against the thick, soft bindings. That is, until, she heard a familiar voice.
"Shhhh.... You are safe," the voice told her.
Leila froze. It was the same voice she had heard earlier in the club, from the mesmerizing, dark-haired woman.
Leila felt soft lips trail across her cheek, and press to her lips in an intense kiss. As the kiss ended, she could feel the fabric covering her lift, and the warmth of another form next to her. A hand slid over Leila's slim form, a gentle, feminine touch. Hands started to roam over her body, touching and caressing every inch of her skin.