Standing outside the club, the breeze blowing through your hair and around you. Glancing up at the small gecko that they have on the sign, the lights shining around it. Your eyes being drawn across the street and the highway just barely down the road to the skyline. The lights and neons that highlight Dallas at night shining brightly against the darkness, the haze around them looking like a constant battle. Glancing down at your watch and seeing that you still have almost 10 minutes before they open the door. Your mind wondering if you will see him here again, and even going back as far as to the first time you saw him.

It was your first time to come to the club, your cousin talking about you both going all week. Knowing bits and pieces of about it from hearing people talk about “The Church”. But nothing they said was enough to prepare you for when you finally got in. Both you and your cousin dressing for the atmosphere, the dark surreal environment that will be found once you step through the door. Your cousin standing there in a blood red dress, the curves of her breasts showing through the heart shaped opening at the top of her dress. The black choker tight around her neck with a red stone setting right in the middle of her neck. That night you had worn a black dress that fit to your curves, tight enough to show that you had an incredible figure, but hiding enough to remain a mystery.

As you walked through the door of “The Church”, watch as the door girl was stamping the hands of the people old enough to drink, the rest just paid and went through. Glancing around as you slowly made your way through the double doors, the winding staircase first filling your vision. The red carpet overlaying the black material, as it followed the curve of the wall up to the second floor. Finally getting the stamp on your hand, you see the foyer of the club. A short bar right along the right hand wall, the staircase going up over the top of it and disappearing. Right in front of you another bar longer than the first, stretching across almost the entire wall and going into the room to the right. To the left, a few red couches setting against the wall and two round tables. At the end nearest the bar is a long table, its little lights illuminating the articles resting on the soft velvet cloth. Following your cousin over, you notice all the different jewelry that is laying there.

Reaching down and holding a few of the pieces against your skin, admiring how they look and add to beauty. The mirror reflecting the sheer beauty that is admired by all of the guys everywhere you go. One piece catching your eyes, the choker designed after an Indian necklace. The white bone material in sharp contrasts to the black stone feather that is hanging from the front. The double strands tight around your skin as you cousin helps you to hook it around your neck. With great reluctance you remove it and place it back on the black velvet, the amount on the tag is staggering for the one piece you would give everything to have. Turning your back to the table, your eyes finally come to rest on the dance floor off in the distance. The room that the big bar disappeared into looking like a half circle, the straight wall ending in two banisters running up to the curved second floor. At the base of each one a small circular dance stage, the brass railings going around the edges, and a solid brass pole right in the center of each one. The big crescent dance stage centered between the two smaller circles. Framing the dance floor, a stretch of red carpet about 5 feet wide before another set of brass rails. Laying behind them the round tables with the solid couch against the wall, chairs sitting with their backs towards the dance floor.

Following their curve your eyes see the DJ’s booth, the cage painted black as night, a subtle hint of a light being able to be seen even from all the way across the room. Your eyes finally flowing upwards to see the curvature of the second floor, the tables lining the edges and above the booth for the DJ you can see there are some more of the blood red couches that people are already congregating on. The dance floor already starting to have people heading out onto it, their smooth movements flowing with the music that is reverberating through every. Your cousin grabbing your hand and pulling you to the first of the smaller circles closest to the bar. You both sliding quickly under the railings as a new song starts. Glancing down as you see single people and couples start slowly swaying to the music. Closing your eyes and feeling the tempo building inside you, your hands slowly sliding along your sides. Your hips swaying seductively like the music that is playing. Moving your hands and body, as you would envision a phantom pair sliding around your body. Never touching the most vital areas, but just teasingly to tantalize every fiber of your being.

As the music flows into your body, never even thinking about when on song stops and another starts. The night just starts flying by, your body coming alive like you haven’t felt it in a long time. As another songs starts, you hearing the words reverberating through your mind. Your eyes catching something that holds them like staring into a burst of fireworks. Seeing him as he is walking across the floor. The crowd seeming to melt away from him as far as you are concerned. The muscles moving so perfectly under his pale skin as he continues to walk across the floor. Your eyes trailing up and down his body, gathering every single detail and engraving it into your mind. The tight leather pants hugging his legs and his ass, the curves further enhanced by the smoothness of the material. His muscled back and arms wrapped in the black electrical tape, curving back and forth to highlight every subtle movement. The blackest hair you have ever seen hanging down just a few inches from his shoulders.

Never even noticing that you had stopped dancing and was staring at him, something about him making your legs weak. But even more, a feeling building strong even deeper inside you. Feeling your breath quickening, your heart beating faster and faster. Your whole body feeling like electricity is flowing through it. Feeling something that has you complete surprised. Just the site and feeling you get from looking at him, your juices start slowly seeping through your panties. Staring more intensely as your tongue slides across your blood-red lipstick. Envisioning how it would feel to be held in the tight steel coils of his arms, the tight smooth body pressed tightly against you. Your breath catching in your eyes as you see him turn, even across the room you feel that he is looking straight into your eyes. Seeing the lust and desire showing in them, the mischievous smile that crosses his lips making you wonder if he can sense how wet you already are.

Continuing to be riveted with his piercing gaze, you watch as the new song starts he starts slowly sliding to the music. Your body starting to move without you even realizing it, your hands sliding over your body as if he were standing behind you and they were his hands. Feeling the outline of your panties where they flow from between your legs in front, the smooth hairless skin underneath feeling like it is being shocked with every little touch. One hand slowly sliding back and forth along the edge of your panties, the other sliding slowly upwards to feel your hardened nipples through your dress. Your body reacting to the touches as your hands bringing the intensity closer and closer to the surface. Your fingers catching one of your nipples tight between them through the material as you press hard against the front of your dress. Your fingers finally slide across your hard clit and you feel like you are going to fall over as your orgasm starts. As your eyes close, feeling your juices flowing down through your panties and down your legs. When you open them, your hands still touching your body, but looking around you can’t find the person that brought those feelings to you. Looking all around the dance floor but not able to spot him, then the realization hitting you of what just happened. Wondering if anyone was watching you, you slide down off of the dance floor and head to the restroom to clean up.

To be continued:::::::::