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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I was never a fan of alcohol, even in my youth I avoided the stuff.
I guess it never really appealed back then. But now, ever since the troubles in my life started to build up an impenetrable sheen of woes I have found myself turning to drink and to this run down night club in the back of beyond.
I peer around in the inky darkness of the down lighting and wandering lasers, the music a compositional dream thought up by a lazy computer.
The drink flows down my throat, caressing my tonsils with its heady tail, causing a brief heat to rise to the back of my mouth.
The first is followed by a second as swiftly as it could have been poured by the nice young thing behind the counter.
The next one I have to pay for, so I take my time with it. Sipping from the plastic glass this time. I take a look around the place.
Dingy but welcoming, that strange mix only found in establishments with more money than sense.
Yes, the place was done up with a £3million refurb but I can’t see what difference it has made. Probably all went into the back pocket of Lancer and the boss, Kerr; or "Wan-Kerr" as he is affectionately known in these parts. Not that any of us would call him that to his face.
They all bought nice things with that money, appeasing the deadly sins for another month or two; probably got themselves a nice suit, or three, from the investment along with a set of gold plated cufflinks to hold everything together.
Whilst they put on their tailored suits before going to work, I, on the other hand, seem to be permanently sown into a custom made lycra outfit of worry, fear and crushing self-confidence "issues".
Though to my therapist, it’s probably less of an issue and more of a repeat prescription to my bank account; I have been seeing the guy for the last five years and I don't think I'm any different to the twenty-four year old that first crept in to the surgery where he worked.
Still the alcohol helps to dull all of that. A few more shots and another double vodka & relieve some of the tension that's been building for the last few days.
I move off from the bar, feeling a heck of a lot better about myself. The toilets my next stop to make some extra room for the nights coming adventures. I push open the door and almost immediately I am greeted with the pungent aroma of urine, I push the thought aside and take my place at the overused, under-cleaned row of urinals to the right of the small sorry excuse for a "Gents" I have ever seen.
An hour or so back at the bar, nursing a few more double vodkas, bring me back into line with how I would love to be able to think and deal with life outside of these four dilapidated walls; the relaxed feeling washing over me, suppressing any desire to leave this grotty place.
My body tries its hardest to flush the alcohol out of my system, the powder from earlier helping to counteract any speedy return to worry-some equilibrium.
I think about the rest of the evening. My mind, having been supplemented with the alcohol and the snuff, carefully erase the rest of my plans.
Tonight is just about me and getting back in touch with the inner version that seems to have been suffocated recently.
Time for some dancing I reckon.
I get up and make my way to the dancefloor. Moving towards the multicoloured lights I see more people have arrived, drawn like moths to the fluorescent colouring and rapid movement.
It would be enough to give anyone an epileptic seizure were it not for the mind altering substances most of them were on. The light systems reflecting against their lithe bodies, each movement burned into the mind by the lasers and strobes.
Stepping down onto the dance floor I am reminded of how beautiful life can be, the music starting to pump through my veins, something gets a hold of me. The intoxicating substances coursing through my body help to let the music flow.
I reach to get hold of the podium in the middle of the construct. My hand grasps the side rail and I haul myself up in a slightly disjointed, overbalanced manner.
Being directly under a speaker, the music is much louder here and I can feel the bass rumble through my body and into the floor. Quite how this place has stood the test of time I really couldn’t say, but so long as it doesn't come down on my head tonight I don't mind.
I find myself trying to dance to a song I've not heard before; the beat travels through me into my arms and legs before being expelled through my fingertips and toes.
The movements seem enhanced by the growing feeling of relaxation spreading around my body. Each limb seems to have a mind of its own but somehow it all manages to synchronise together to form a fusion of onomatopoeic synaesthesia. The light combining with the sound, merging with the internal workings and rhythms of my construct, all aiming for one goal: Pleasure.
I take myself away from the dance-floor and back to the bar, I order another drink, a cola this time to help balance out the cocktails sloshing around my stomach dilute.
This time there is no warmth, just a cold wave travelling down my throat, threatening to engulf my lungs and the rest of my chest. I crunch the ice left in the beaker, sloshing it around with the cola before being submerged and swilled down my gullet.
Back on the dance floor I notice a girl, a woman still in her twenties, flashing her eyes at me as I try for the podium again.
What the hell, I think and before my mind can protest I am mingling through the crowded venue, trying to reach the place where I saw the object of my desire.
I spot here over by a private booth and I approach in a booze influenced swagger, something I’d never even consider in a sober state.
She looks at me, appraising my current state of enthusiasm; appearing to note the electrical intensity of the feelings growing within me.
Perfect in every way. That body, those eyes… the way she moves, the light splintering off her skimpy attire. Her hair and face surrounded by lasers for a millisecond, a kind of neo-halo surrounding her in neon and strobe.
The "girl next door", previously only glimpsed in my head, stands before me.
She takes me by the hand and leads me back through the dance floor, surely this was some sort of setup... one of those TV show items that show just how much of a fool you really are. I wait for the cameras to blind my face as we exit the place round by the toilets, through the fire exit.
Instead of blinding lights I was met with the cool dark air of the late evening, rain was in the air, a shower had just passed by.
Moving outside, I glance at her as she leads me down towards the side alley, her flowing hair a dark red, now that I can see her in the glowing moonlight.
She turns and in one swift movement pulls me toward her, sandwiching herself between my body and the masonry of the building beside the club. I almost lean too far, the alcohol causing me to sway and flounder against the sudden change of direction.
Not a sign of any cameras, not even a lingering stare from a passing onlooker. This has got to be one of the weirdest night's of my life.
The sex is furtive and swift; we embrace in the alley behind the club and become one as the moon shines down on us, the rain having cleared to leave a gleaming sheen on everything. I try to balance the weight of her against the wall and my grasping hands whilst simultaneously trying not to drop my trousers in the puddle I'm sloshing around in.
She doesn't even seem to care; we moan and tangle our limbs, the motion rocking us back and forth against each other. I wrap her legs around my torso and push deeper, she gasps and I stare into her eyes.
In that instant my mind clears, my soul is free. We are both entwined by ecstasy and pure primal desire. We soar above the clouds, our passions blending and formulating intense colours and patterns.
We kiss, our lips the last thing to blend into each other, I reach in and caress her mouth with my tongue, the move reciprocated as she shifts her weight on me whilst inside her.
Part of my mind is still in the background, a perverted onlooker disgusted with the sight before him. He calls out to me inside my head and questions my motives. I brush them away with endorphins and adrenaline.
I feel a sudden rush, I'm going to explode, my movement increases and she reacts in the same way, tightening her intimate grip on me. Our rhythm picks up as we both come near to the point of no return.
I mumble something incoherent in her ear before kissing her on the neck, with this she wraps her arms around my head and tightens her grip on my torso with her supple, yet impossibly strong thighs.
My mind explodes as do my loins and all at once everything in the world is set to rights, no pain, no worry, no fear and no aggression, no bills and no old age and certainly no death. I thrust and push her to the limit.
Contracting around me in shivers of passion we both circumnavigate the planet and the known universe before returning to terra firma, the meaning of life both discovered and explained,
A final shudder and we land; becoming individuals again. She reaches around my neck and kisses me gently on the throat. I wait for the kiss to end and then tuck myself away, my trousers having been spared the dirty alley-water.
'Thanks, I needed that,' I say, slightly slurring my words as the heady rush of excitement trails around my head.
'You were really into it tonight, I thought we would go on forever' she said, re-addressing her outfit to get rid of the wrinkles and remove the small detritus collected from the wall against her back.
'Will I ever see you again?' I query. 'Can I at least get your number?'
'No, I’m not into that… this was just a one off. babe' and with that she checks one last time to make sure her dress isn't too badly distressed and retreats down into the alleyway, the fire exit glowing open as she crosses the threshold back into the club.
My mind still fumbling over the encounter mixes with the alchohol sloshing around my stomach. I find it hard to keep my feet from sloshing into the puddles as I pick my way home through the raindrops and the darkness.
This is a night I’ll never forget.
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My first go at writing something like this... let me know what you think! H |
