The club is packed tight with dancing women, grinding on men, showing skin in very revealing places. Strobe lights streak across the crowd, trying their very best to blind me, heavy metal music pulses all around, mimicking my heartbeat. I've lost my friends somewhere, I cant find my way back to the bar where I last saw them, and besides they're probably in a bathroom stall, getting high anyway. I don't really care either way. It's cool to explore this place on my own, I've always wanted to come here, just never had the opportunity. I was worried I wouldn't look the part in my pale pink dress dotted with skulls, a corset clasp across my cleavage, fishnet tights and converses, cute ears perched in my blonde hair. But looking around I see there are other pastel goths here and I don't feel as out of place as I thought I would.
I push my way through the tangle of bodies, eyes drawn to another bar at the back of the room. There are stools placed in intervals along the bar, girls perched upon them, flirting with barmen as they order drinks. I make it to the bar and order a beer. Then I stand and watch the dancers all around me, their bodies sweating, skirts lifted up and flashing asses and boobs. I'm getting hot watching one couple practically fucking on the dance floor, the guys hand very obviously in her underwear, her hips grinding against him. I look away, a little embarrassed at my aroused reaction to the public erotica.
Turning away from them I spot another girl. She's by herself, dancing to the music, slow and sensually, stroking her neck, winding her hips. Her hair is long and black, interspersed with pale blue and lilac streaks. Her gothic style make up is neatly done, long lashes, black cat eye liner, dark red lips, parted slightly. Simple yet attractive. I find myself drawn to her and she catches my eye and winks. I scan down her body, the black latex dress with straps across her bosomy chest, the suspenders, that dangle teasingly over her thighs, the stockings that stop just above the knee, the biker boots with chains and buckles adorning them. I cant take my eyes off of her. I have a sudden urge to join her. She catches me watching her and I look away, not understanding why I cant stop staring. I feel a hot flush creep over my cheeks. I take another sip of beer, just for something to do. Then, out of the corner of my eye, as i stoically try and avoid looking at this stranger, I spot her walking towards me.
She mimes having a cigarette and motions for me to follow her. I take a deep breath and down my beer and then follow her out of the door to our left and into the smoking area. It's busy out here too but we squeeze through to the wall at the back and I stand nervously beside her. She sparks up a cigarette, and inhales deeply, holding her head back and breathes out the smoke. I feel a sudden chill as I see her watching me intently. Her eyes rove over my body, in much the same manner as I did inside.
"I like your dress" she says. Her voice is sultry and she reaches out a hand and hooks a finger under my dress strap, tugging it slightly. I shiver at her contact.
"Thanks. I like yours too" I manage to say, without stuttering for once. My eyes are looking at her chest, pale skin, her bust almost spilling out the top. I feel the flush again and quickly look away. I can feel her eyes on me, appraising me. She chuckles throatily.