With a confident swing to her hips she entered the club. She loved coming here. It was one of her favourite places to come, not often as it never paid to overuse a particular place. She stood just inside the door and glanced around. The music throbbed through her body. For a moment she closed her eyes to feel the bass, throbbing, beating. Opening her eyes she looked around once more. People were dancing to the music, hypnotically swaying. She made eye contact with everyone who looked at her. Wetting her lips she strode across the floor towards the bar. Vodka and coke in hand she positioned herself where she could see the whole place, the time was getting nearer, the wait was on.
The urge was strong tonight. She had denied it for too long this time. She closed her eyes for a moment to feel it throbbing down deep inside of her. Smiling she opened her eyes. Tonight was going to be the night. The music pounded at her, adding to the pounding of the urge within her. She took a sip from her glass, not noticing the taste of the drink at all, it was unimportant, just a prop.
She glanced around the room, making a sweep of the possibilities. Noticing the couples in dark corners she smiled, they had made one mistake tonight. If her own urge weren’t so strong she would instruct them. She didn’t often get involved in the lives of others here. She liked it that way. No questions asked, no prying. Allowing her to live her life as the urges pulled and tugged her along.
She watched the other women walking towards the toilets, giggling, holding each other. Again a smile touched her lips as they swayed from side to side but tried to hold themselves upright. Pushing herself up she decided to head to the toilet herself. Her hips swung seductively from side to side as she walked across the room. The place was starting to get crowded but she always seemed to have a clear path. No weaving or drunk swaying for her. She pushed the door open with both her hands and headed straight to the mirror. Clear blue eyes starred back at her, ringed with dark brown pencil, long eyelashes. She touched up the gloss on her lips. For what she had planned tonight she didn’t need any of this frivolity, but some people liked the appearance that you were at least playing the game a little. If only they knew who was really playing and what they were playing with. The music didn’t throb her in here as much as it did outside. The urge throbbed louder in here.
Time to really get the hunt started.
She left the toilets. Exaggerating the sway of her hips this time she walked to the bar again. Her heels making a satisfying sound as they made contact with the floor. The throb again! Drink in hand she turned to find the perfect spot. There it was, a seat and a table had just come free. Carrying the drink she headed for the seat. Sitting down she crossed her long legs and leant slightly back. Drink on the table, beads of water sliding down the outside of the glass, she let the throb grow inside her.
Tapping her foot to the music she watched the crowd moving and shifting like some ancient dance. There were possibilities here but the urge was strong tonight and she needed to make sure that she fully satisfied it this time. Only the best would do tonight. They came and talked to her. Smiling she ignored them. Watching the door and the dancers looking for the right one. The urge constantly reminding her why she was there. Music pounding. Everything throbbing, the room throbbing! In out, up down! Throb! Throb! Soon she thought, Soon I promise.
The door to the club opened, letting a rush of cold air in. THROB! This time, almost a gong inside of her. She looked towards the door. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. Yes the urge would definitely be satisfied tonight. There he was, the one to do it, what a sight he was. She stood up and walked towards him.