The curl on her temple was slick with sweat. Shaped into a half crescent, it hung down above her right eyebrow. No styling product could have produced a more perfect curl. In contrast, the bright orange dye she'd washed into her hair earlier that evening was leaving long trails of florescent orange down her neck. Not that anyone noticed these details. The light was too dim, the music too loud, and the people around her completely absorbed in their own frantic gyrating.
Sweat dripped down into her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered and the sting of salt brought a fresh wash of moisture to her cheeks. She ignored the impulse to itch at her eyes. Her movements were controlled and any stray movement would ruin the image. From top to bottom her dress, style, and movements exuded a pre-fabricated personality. It all started with what she wore. Low on her hips hung long flared polyester black bell bottoms and above that a red velvet bra barely held onto her breasts. She'd purposely chosen orange dye for her platinum hair. In the black light the orange glowed like headlights reflecting off a neon safety vest. She had chosen not to paint her face into a classic representation of beauty. Instead it was accentuated by a touch of gold eye shadow on and around her eyes. The only other item of makeup was glitter. Every bare piece of flesh sparkled with large, medium, and small star shaped glitter. Her skin twinkled like the night sky.
Her small handful of breasts, curved hips, and small rounded belly moved in an erotic display. She was built like a Greek sculpture with a sturdy bone structure that supported gentle, almost pre-pubescent curves. In plain light this body was hidden under conventional clothes that made her look chunky and without grace. On this body every inch of bare flesh counted. The closer to naked she got, the more her beauty was exposed. In this half-clothed environment she was a vixen that inspired looks of lust from the men and women around her. She felt the looks and gave them little attention.
At that very moment she was in her own world. This environment brought out a side in her that no other could. She wasn't just free, she was elevated. Some of the euphoria was the effect of alcohol and little food on her system. Some of it was adrenaline. Whatever the cause, the result was a feeling of pure liberation. She wasn't aware of anyone or anything. Her entire self was absorbed in the moment. Surrounded by strangers in the converted church basement, she danced as if this was an elaborate pagan ritual. A smile found it's way to her face as she focused on where she was. This was a church. Here was the greatest of sinners flaunting her deviance in a place where sacred worship had once been held. The thought sunk in and she lifted up her head in a free flowing laugh.
From inside the walls no one would have guessed that this room was once wandered by priests and nuns. Spinning neon lights and a room thick with people gave the illusion that the walls were a great darkness on every side of the crowd. She couldn't imagine touching those walls any more than she could imagine touching the horizon on a sunny day. Rolling hills of flesh obscured her view and pulsing bodies covered every inch of floor. Like Alice in the Looking Glass at some point she might wake, but for the moment Wonderland was a place where all her fantasies came true.
At some point her eyes came to rest on the woman she was dancing with. She didn't remember giving the woman any invitation to dance, but it seemed she was stuck with a partner. For a moment she was annoyed by the intrusion, then her eyes met with her nemesis and the whole landscape changed.
The woman filled her line of sight like a mirror reflecting an image into infinity. She had dark skin, so dark that she was mostly shadow and only the reflected parts of her body could be seen in the darkness. Tightly curled bleached hair surrounded her head in a short cropped halo. Her large breasts struggled under a tight cropped shirt, seeking freedom. With every other movement her left nipple jumped out of it's prison and then fell down again. It was more seductive than any blatant act of nakedness. As they began to co-ordinate their movements, she was suspicious that her partner was completely aware of that seduction.
There was a look in those dark eyes, something that reflected from her own. Not just lust, but also a desire to go against all that was sacred. To defy the things that made them no different than any man or woman on the street. More than to rebel against society, they both sought to go against all that made them feel normal inside. At that moment there was nothing more reprehensible than feeling normal.
The music slowed. Their bodies moved closer and the daring in their eyes gave them impedes. Hands that moments before had flown through the air in dramatic posses, settled onto warm flesh slick with salty sweat. She felt her nipples go hard and her crouch become warm and wet. The sheer danger of a public display increased her arousal. She boldly reached under the woman's top and caressed her breast. Their bodies were pressed so close that at first she didn't realize a strange hand had slipped under the top of her pants. Fingers that were not her own slipped through the curls between her thighs. A single digit found it's way between the cleft there and settled on her clit. The clumsy finger slipped over her sex with each movement of their bodies.
A gasp of pleasure came from her throat. Color rushed to her face. This was more daring than she had expected. Some part of her was even embarrassed by the display. She felt cool air on her breast and realized her lover had unhooked the clasp for her bra. As one hand brought her closer to orgasm the other gave a public show of caressing her breast. There was no kindness to be found in the caress. It was full of power. They were both battling to see who could go further and, for the moment, she was loosing.
By whatever force, they moved off the dance floor and into the tiny bathroom at the back. Bright light stung her eyes, but didn't stop her. The pair stumbled into the handicap stall and continued their fornication. Clothes slid off their bodies until dark flesh and light flesh was left exposed in the harsh neon glow. She was forced into passive position as her dark lover knelt between her thighs. The woman probed with her tong and sought entrance to her sex but she resisted. She grabbed a handful of short bleached hair and pulled. Her lover cried out and was thrown against the opposite wall. In one swift movement they exchanged places, and she was between her lovers dark thighs probing with her tong. Her white skin was sickly green in the neon light as she knelt on the hard tile. Her tong searched urgently until it found the little nub hidden under curls and between the pink folds of her lovers sex. When she found the clit, her lover gave out a started cry and then moaned as it was licked.
She was just beginning to find a rhythm, when she heard someone opening the bathroom door. Her head turned to see a drunken black man standing in their stall. He said "Excuse me" but didn't leave. There was a moment of silent debate where the three didn't move. It was like some awful scene from a porno where the male lead comes in. Looks were exchanged between the three. There was a silent communication and then it was decided. The three moved into place.
She knelt with her behind raised and once again went in search of her lovers clit. As she found it, she felt a hard cock slide into her. It was the most disgusting, debasing act she had ever committed as she knelt there fucking and being fucked between the two strangers. The act was so completely wrong that it increased her arousal. The drunk slid into her once, twice, and then all sanity was lost. White light burst behind her eyes as the orgasm shook her.
She wasn't able to define the next few moments. They all seemed to melt together into one big blur. The woman pulled at her hair, urging on the movement of her mouth, and seeking the completion of her pleasure. The drunk paid no attention as she shook with orgasm. He continued slamming his cock into her like a wild dog. She felt both her lovers reach the moment of climax. Under her tong the pink nub pulsated as the woman came and with one final thrust the drunk finished as well.
The three fell apart as if they had been choreographed from the start. Two naked woman and one partially clothed man crumpled onto the cold tile. Without pause, the man pulled up his pants and left. There was no parting glance or word, he just faded into the background like the noise that was once again coming into her awareness. The two women stumbled about picking up their clothes like they were both waking from some great sleep. With each movement their pace increased until it seemed that they were moving to the beat of the music in the background.
There was only one moment where they stopped. They stood with pieced of clothing in their hands looking at the other and trying to decide if there was something to say. The moment passed and they parted without a word. They were strangers and one moment of insanity hadn't changed that any.
She left the club quickly thereafter. The coat check girl handed over her coat with unconcealed boredom. Behind her the dance floor was littered with sweaty bodies using the dark room as a means of escape. Appealing as that escape seemed, she was too tired to block out the real world. Her body ached from dancing and fucking.
The city street outside was brutal on her senses. From her pocket she produced a pair of dark glasses that hid her eyes from the harsh street lights. She hailed the first cabs she saw and made her way home. In the tiny apartment the first thing she saw was her mother asleep on the couch. Mom was snoring softly with the light from the muted television flickering across her face. On her chest there was an ashtray that lay under a hand still clinging to an ashy cigarette butt. The girl stole a cigarette from the half empty pack that lay on the coffee table and left her mother asleep on the couch.
In the apartment's tiny bathroom she stripped down. The wall clock, next to the mirror, told her it was a little after 3:25 am. In the shower orange dye and glitter swirled down the drain until her skin was bare. Her eyes closed under the water spray. Behind her lids an image appeared of the sleazy creep that bought her a drink early in the evening. A sigh escaped her lips as she pressed her face against the cool tile. Reality was creeping back into her awareness.
She remembered him because he looked like her uncle. This was the same god fearing uncle that came around every Christmas and told her what a terrible person she was. He said that college aged persons did things that they would regret later in life. He warned her against promiscuity, alcohol, and drug use. He was a bitter old man set in his ways. There was nothing positive that came out of his mouth. It was all about how she would burn in hell if she didn't change her ways.
She stepped out of the shower and toweled herself off. Making sure the door was locked, she flipped the fan on and lit the cigarette. The towel draped around her loosely as she perched on the sink with her back against the wall. She never tried to defend herself when her uncle was around. He didn't get it. God didn't mean anything to her and neither did heaven or hell. Her mom worked two jobs and that barely kept them afloat. Mom didn't have time to take her kids to church. There was no theological guidance in their lives and none of them cared. Getting by on a daily basis was hard enough without imposing rules that made life less fun.
She flicked ashes into the sink and blew out a stream of smoke. Any way, she didn't mind being a sinner if it gave her one moment of happiness in her bleak life. They only things she knew of godliness were on the dance floor. The beat, the heat, and the bodies were her gospels. Nothing else could compare. She didn't have the patience to believe in some unearthly deity that made her life better only if she devoted it to him. Sounded like a scam to her. The cigarette butt sizzled as she pressed it into the sink basin. She turned off the bathroom light and, in the dark, wandered back to her everyday life.
The End.
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