Pale as milk, Evelynn swept into the throbbing shadows of the club. A phantom vision with blood red lips and silvery gray eyes, she immediately headed for the bar of her favorite lesser-known goth haunt. It was the obligatory hole in the wall from the outside, but elegantly decorated within. She recognized the music as Wideband Network, the song one of her current faves and enjoying frequent rotation on her MP3 player.
Immediately, Evelynn began to sway and thrust her way over to the bar, her thighs an alarming contrast above the tops of her boots, the delicate ebony satin of her tiny skirt blending seamlessly with the matching corset she wore. A fishnet jacket with satin cuffs and collar finished the look, and her hair was black as a summer night and twice as intoxicating, falling in soft waves to the small of her back and combed through with a musky perfume.
"Absolut and cranberry," she cooed to the spiky-haired girl who tended bar. The woman had large brown eyes, an angular but beautiful profile, and she wore all black herself, though her look was of a more androgynous style.
"ID, baby."
Evelynn flipped the card in the beauty's direction as if performing an elaborate card trick. The bar tender caught it, looked it over, and tossed it back with equal finesse. She was also quite showy with her pouring of the drink, and Evelynn paid for and received the frosty beverage in the martini glass with a provocative wink, which the bar maid returned.
Turning and strutting out to check out the crowd, she sipped her drink through the twin swizzle sticks in it as she maneuvered about on impossibly high heels. A few Emo kids clustered together at a small table, staring at their pale hands and looking as if someone had cannibalized everyone dear to them right before their very eyes.
Out on the dance floor, a curvaceous creature with brilliantly red hair drifted in a cloud of ebony lace and Black Widow perfume, her friends far less flamboyant than she, trying to catch the attention she soaked up like a couple of goldfish next to some breath taking tropical variety who could stun with a simple look.
She was bored already. A few drinks. Maybe more flirting with that saucy and beautifully butch bar tender, and she'd probably get the Hell out and take care of the need she felt all alone tonight. Again. A solution she'd been forced to do more often than she cared to admit in recent months.
There simply wasn't anyone here that grabbed her the way she wanted to be groped. This seemed to be a frequent problem for Evelynn, and she often wondered if it was just her or if all the really yummy boys out there were just not into the club scene and preferred nights alone with a good wine and an even better book. Not too surprising really considering she wasn't even precisely sure what she was looking for or why she felt compelled to keep coming back here when she knew the odds weren't in her favor. Of course, this hadn't always been the case.
She recalled the glory days of silky pale goddesses sprawled luxuriantly across her ebony sheets or brooding beautiful boys turning sex into an art form that left her in an orgasmic high for days. But as the goth wave went from a flow to an ebb, and only the truly dark devotees remained, the dating pool shrank considerably. Most distressing of all, she had not been having any satisfying success with the playmates she took home over the last couple months. Either they were two pump chumps, too gentle, or ladies who didn't have the foggiest notion what they wanted.
To slake her thirst for great sex, she had been amassing quite the collection of toys. And though several of them cost her quite the pretty penny, none of them had the delicious accompaniment of perfumed flesh, gasps, and breathy sighs of mutual bliss she craved. Especially when she was all alone in the wee hours of early morning, bathed in soft candle light and dreaming of an ideal lover as she writhed in the warm confines of her perfumed sheets, working herself into a panting climax with her favorite glass dildo or imported Japanese high end specialty device.
Evelynn's last disastrous attempt to salvage an evening by sharing the company of a promising lover had been with one of those sad-eyed Emo boys who lately seem to be everywhere she looked. Back at her apartment, they kissed and pawed each other like a couple animals in heat. When he'd shoved his hand up her dress to finger her roughly as their breath and heart rates increased, she truly felt the exciting sparks of promise smoldering against the tinder of trepidation erected in her mind.
Wanting to make sure he was rock hard and ready to go from hot to torrid with a hasty fuck after she came, Evelynn reached into his jeans to stroke his cock as her juices began to drip down his surprisingly talented fingers. He was slender enough that she didn't even need to unfasten the button and zip. He groaned and winced, cramming three fingers into her hard enough to bring out a rare moan. As her fingers closed around the swollen fistful of his cock-head, he started to pant. The fleshy column immediately began to throb in her eager little fingers, and before she could get closer to an orgasm, her hand was bathed in hot slippery ejaculate from her blushing and flustered partner.
He left not too long after that, bumming a lighter from her and offering her one of those wounded puppy looks Emo guys have down to a science before slinking off to his car and never returning to the club again.
Today, work at the dry-cleaning shop had seemed especially long and difficult. Her days were filled with pinning hems and replacing lost buttons, and more than once when her thoughts drifted, she'd absent-mindedly prick her fingers in the process of some intricate needlework. Finally, after feeling like a bit of a pin cushion by the closing of another work day, she switched to something more demanding to stay focused, mending tears and other tedious alterations. Her Asian boss was less than enthusiastic about reciprocal conversation, so often she found herself tucked away in her alcove of the shop with only her thoughts to lend some semblance of escape from the repetitive work. She arrived early, worked hard, and often stayed late to finish whatever project she started.
But jilling herself off was only satisfying for so long, and soon she would grow more distracted while she worked, sticking herself more frequently and cursing beneath her breath as she tried not to bleed on someone's garments, incurring a thorough bitching out by her boss if she wasn't careful.
When her desire got the better of her and even driving home proved difficult for the lewd thoughts that assailed her mind, she knew it was time to go out again for the hunt, which could be half the fun all by itself. If she was lucky, the lover she brought back tonight would at least be considerate enough to not mind if she rubbed her clit while they fucked. It was a sure means to gain a bit of momentary ecstasy from the act. The entire experience better if he or she got off on watching her, since that practically guaranteed a couple orgasms more than usual when sharing her bed with a new lover.
The night was frigid. Winter's breath blew constant and cold over the city, glazing the windows with an invisible icy tongue and spitting heaps of flakes that coated even the black gleaming expanse of busy streets, the whiteout interrupted only occasionally by a brave motorist.
After somehow making it through another long day of work, Evelynn arrived home as the rapidly darkening skies above lost any vestiges of gray, giving way to pure blackness swirled with falling flakes of ghostly white. Happy to be out of the bone-numbing cold, she took a bath in clove scented water, savoring the spicy scent and warmth as it relaxed her tense muscles and helped her prepare to face a chilly evening with a soft glow and sweetly scented flesh. She then slipped from the warmth and charm of her claw foot tub and applied a bit of sweet orange and vanilla oil behind her ears, upon her wrists, and gently over her throat and décolleté, the luscious scent making her own senses tingle with anticipation. She dressed and examined her outfit in the antique cheval looking-glass knowing she'd be cold but looked too damn good to find something more appropriate. Next, she lighted some honey and amber incense to perfume and bless her bedroom, then quickly and carefully made her way out to the car and drove to the club in the hopes that tonight might be the night she was able to redefine her view of great sex with someone else.
As of late, that definition had pretty much been at the mercy of the lube, batteries she had on hand, and new angles and positions she tried alone to liven things up. Naturally, she was efficient, but it had been three weeks since her last conquest and she grew restless.
Now here she was, dancing and checking out the crowd as the DJ mixed "More" by Sisters of Mercy into his play list. Undulating with all the lust and skill of a girl who spent a lot of time on top between the sheets, Evelynn tried to seek and capture the elusive possessor of It that would let her know the opportunity was close as she scanned the scant new faces in the crowd, but so far, it just wasn't happening.
She polished off her first drink, and then swaggered over to the bar for a refill. The barmaid made another, her fingertips lingering on Evelynn's wrist as she handed her the drink.
"I get the feeling you won't find what you're after at the bottom of this glass, sugar," the woman said wisely, her eyes meeting with Evelynn's for a moment before flicking over her shoulder at an approaching crowd of college girls. "Tell you what, pretty. If you haven't found someone to play with by the time I get off work, I'll take you back home and we'll see what happens. You're a cutie pie and I think we'd really have a good time."
