It was a hot night in Ybor City. The streetlights reflected in puddles left from fire hydrants street people had turned on for relief earlier in the day. It was only eleven PM and the city was packed with beautiful people lined up at every club. The whole place had a sleek black feel like a movie. That's why I'd stayed in Tampa, at night it was larger than life, and the party lasted till dawn. Id' been in the city over a year now, but it all still had a newness and a heat I both loved and hated. I scanned the crowd for a new plaything as I walked toward my favorite club, by for the wildest in Ybor City.
Maybe it was a dead give away I'd moved from a more temperate climate, but the hotter it got the more leather I wore. Tonight it was warm and wet like a simmering stew of sex and sin. I'd chosen my high collar, short patent leather dress, and thigh- high boots. My hair fell in its usual straight blond bob with straight-across bangs, the same haircut I'd virtually my entire life. It did no good to be froofy in this heat, so I remained all shine and angles and red lips. Tonight I felt particularly masochistic; I'd put on my over the elbow gloves. I liked the contrast, black gloved hands against white shoulders. I knew I stood out in the crowd next to all the bare Latino and African skin. Even the Caucasian people here had a distinct "Tan" that ranged from bright pink to gingerbread. I remained a pale-face partially due to me tendency to burn; it also had something to do with the fact that I didn't see much daylight these days.
I was walking past an alley when a giggle drew my attention. I stopped and stepped close to the wall to watch as they began to make out. Their lips separated and they giggled, as if they were kissing each other on a dare. Leaning against the wall, I paused as I watched their full lips engulf each other's. I felt my pussy tingle and shuddered as I watched tongues dart into wet mouths. "Not tonight, Jenna!" I told myself, shaking my head.
"Hey Blanca," one of them called toward me, as she cupped her partner's breast like an offering. "You want some?"
I tilted my head to the side and smiled at her. "Thanks honey but maybe later." I pushed away from the wall and started toward to door of the club. But those devious wheels in my mind were already turning at full speed. Pausing at the mirror near the door I glanced at my outfit while trying to gain some control, but it was long gone.
As I walked down the stair into the club my mind was filled with images of lush hips and brown nipples. Heavy industrial music assaulted me half way down the stairs. The bouncer at the door checked my idea then waved me in with a bored expression on his face. For reasons unknown to me I'd never had to pay to get in here.
Making my way to the bar I could smell the incense of Clove cigarettes and musky flesh. My favorite drink was waiting for me there, picking it up I downed it in two greedy gulps. The cinnamon schnapps burned just right as fire raced through my blood. I was looking for trouble tonight and the feeling in the air was telling I was about to get exactly what I was looking for.
I made my rounds and spotted someone familiar out on the dance floor. I couldn't place her, but she had the face like and evil Betty Boop. Her crystalline baby blue eyes meet mine with a look of contempt. I was pretty sure she must know me from some where. My eyes had lingered a bit to long and realizing that I'd been caught, I eased over to the bar for another shot of fire. Breaking my rule of never more than one a night I raised my finger to signal the bartender. I knew if I was going to play with this wildcat I would need some liquid courage in me tonight.
I heard a sexy little girl voice order a drink to my right, but I refused to look over. Instead I stole a sideways glance and let my eyes rove from the curve of her calf to her perfect little ankles, on down to pert little size five feet in black platform stilettos with hot pink toenails. The shoes were stripper shoes, but the feet were well taken care of, pedicured often. What really made me wet was the tattoo on her left ankle. It was an artfully done angel in pink, so voluptuous her dress was busting at the seams. The angel was a carbon copy of its bearer, and it seemed perched over the ankle strap, guarding the gateway to toe sucking heaven. I took a deep breath.
"Can I buy you a drink?" the playful voice asked.
"No thank you," I said turning to look at the gorgeous face. " I've had my limit for the night."
She was studying me closely and I felt like a shiny beetle under a microscope. She smiled a slightly evil smile. "You look familiar to me. Can I ask your name?"
"Jenna." I told her. "And yours?"
"They call me Angel." She took a swig of her drink.
"Let me guess…because of the tattoo, right?"
"Well that's one reason," She said rubbing her finger on the rim of her glass. "Are you from Tampa?"
"No actually I'm from Atlanta." I smiled at her. "I've lived here for about a year now."
"Hmm that's where I have seen you at then." She glanced away and out over the dance floor and in a distracted voice said. "Oh and I am from Atlanta."
I watched as she picked up her glass and downed the rest of her drink. Condensation from her glass dripped onto her cleavage and I wanted to follow that droplet down between those luscious breasts all the way to her navel and below.
"I didn't think anywhere could be hotter that Atlanta." She said as she wiped her throat with the cool glass. "But this place is."
"It kind of grows on you." I said with a shrug.
She glanced at my arms before raising her eyes to mine. "Can you feel anything with those gloves on?"
"Some."
