It was nearing midnight as I pulled around the corner, parked and then put the top up to the car. As I walked away, I set the alarm and glanced around when it was set. Sometimes I've hated those alarm noises, seeming like intrusions in the night. But in this case, the neighborhood and all, it was a necessary precaution.
There were a few couples leaning up against the building in various heights of passion. A man dressed in leather chaps with a naked ass walked by me and tipped his leather cap as if to say hello. In the darkened alley I smiled back at him.
When I got to the front door of the club, I showed the doorman my "key card" and he opened the foyer door to allow me entrance. The loud bass of Nine Inch Nails was blaring out of speakers that hung from every corner in the room. There were hundreds of men and womyn dancing to the hypnotic beat. Most were dressed in Gothic attire, some were barely clad at all. There were many piercings and even a few mohawks from another era. The sweet smell of pot permeated the air and as I made my way thru the crowd to the bar I caught an occasional whiff of amyl nitrate. Talk about a blast from the past.
Once at the bar I motioned for the bartender. I had to wait at least 10 minutes before she made her way over to me. I yelled for a cosmo and she smiled and returned to the mixing station. As she poured I took another look around the room, just as I turned to the right, I caught a tall statuesque redhead giving me the once over. I adjusted my strap so she could see I was packing and let a small smile appear just in the corner of my mouth. I watched as she slinked on over, running her tongue over her lips with each stride. I heard the bartender say, "that will be $6.50, and I handed her a ten spot and walked nearer to my luscious find. She and I met midway on the dance floor. The gyrating bodies around us added to the sexual friction. I took my goblet and raised it to her lips and she drank from it, leaving the dark color of her black lipstick around the rim. I ran my tongue around the rim after her, and then drank it all in one swallow.
I felt her move her hands to my bulging crotch and I moved my leg in between her legs, pushing them apart. I felt her tugging on my toy and she smiled and started to move up and down on my extended leg. The music changed to the cocteau twins and the place became a wild scene with bodies everywhere jumping up and down, but my vixen was moving slowly, sensuously, riding my leg...rubbing up and down. I grabbed her waist with one hand and she threw her head back. I kissed her neck, almost biting as my teeth raked across her flesh. I felt her throat muscles as she laughed a deep low primal sound. Again I tried to bite her, this time I felt as her other hand came plunging down into my pants and stroking the top of the phallic toy. I pumped my pelvis into her, pushing in and then pulling away.