It was safe to say that it was an unremarkable start to the evening at the dark and smouldering metal club. I was wearing a black lacy top with black boudoir style tights that stretched an alluring line from my vixen red shoes towards the suggestive yet coveted curves underneath my flared leather skirt. When we got to the smoky club, it was full of hot, sweaty, band tee clad men and dark eyed girls dressed in tartan and piercings. They were dancing sexily and heavily in their chosen rooms, drinking their jäger and strumming the air to show the world that they were having a great time. My friends and I headed over to the bar and a couple of drinks and a mask of face paint later, we were ready to take to the dance floor within the bleak harem surrounded by cages of amorous couples.
After a 2 hours of heavy songs and equally heavy strumming, some of the group had paired off with their sexual treats for the evening. As I had not been lucky in the first wave of heavily petted advances, I headed back to the bar for another drink with the intention of buying another jäger to ease the night along. However, before I got there with my pure intentions, I went into the ladies to adjust my make-up. I walked past a younger girl and put my small bag onto a questionably grim sink. I got my lipstick out of my bag, and applied a coat onto my small yet full lips. As I was applying, I noticed the girl that I had passed was staring at me as I looked into the mirror. I smiled after the application, puckered my lips briefly and asked her if she would like to borrow my lipstick, trying to be nice. I thought, as she was staring, that the only reason for her pretty eyes to be upon me was to ask where I had purchased my brand of make-up. I glanced at her: all of 19, very slender, all legs, not much chest but, on closer reflection, a killer arse. I felt a little awkward looking at her pretty face, she was a typical black haired, dark skinned beauty with dark, wide eyes and a large mouth. She was wearing a floral shirt dress which lead into black biker boots. I could not help but think she was a little out of place. She looked too girly, too precious for the likes of a darkened drinking hole in the middle of Notting Hill, listening to thrash metal and hardcore punk.
She took my lipstick and said "you have such a lovely face, I love your lips in that colour!"
I blushed slightly, bemused that such a pretty creature would say that to me and cynically put it down to the "obvious" over consumption of alcohol. She placed a layer of colour on her lips smiled sweetly at me and gave it back.
"Are you having a good night?" I said. I am so bad at small talk, but what else do you do?
"Yes I have just come with some friends I will have to go and find them."
"Well good luck!" I smiled and walked out the bathroom to rekindle my intention of getting a jäger. As I got to the bar, I noticed the girl stalk out of the toilets and a few minutes later I looked across and she was right next to me.
"Can I join you for a drink? I can't seem to seem anyone I know and you have a nice smile..." she trailed off in a deep, sweet tone.
"Of course," I said.
We talked for a short while and exchanged sweet nothings of information about schooling, music and life stories as you do over a few cans of something strong. I noticed that she was young and ignorant, and found that she reacted positively to anything vaguely topical in the darkened haze of the drunken hour. I could have said anything and she, like a playful, sexy sponge, would have soaked it up for my amusement. I was becoming aware of how much influence I had over her, and I felt darkly empowered by it.
"I really like you, you're so interesting. Do you want to dance with me in the other room?" she asked in dizzy excitement, placing her hands on mine. Admittedly, this was the second time I had ever been asked by a girl to dance, and something about her gullible smile was promising this evening.
Surprised at her advance, I said "Lead the way my dear" and she grabbed my hand and lead me to the dance floor. As a new song slid the room into motion, we started dancing and she was sensual, but in a try hard way. She suggestively swayed her gentle hips with the heavy rhythm and then turned, smiled and started rubbed my thigh underneath my leather skirt. I naturally put my hands on her hips, pulling her towards me and I could feel her smooth inner thigh rubbing on mine as we danced. Her arse backed into my pubic bone and she curved into me, and I felt a dark pull inside of me. I must have moaned slightly at her movement as she retaliated to the grinding beat. She turned around facing me, grinning. I surprised myself when I leaned in and kissed her, and she took the bait willingly. It was a hot, deep kiss that only a lover could attract from such a girl.
"You're so beautiful, I can't keep away from you. You want to go somewhere?" she asked.
