It was a warm night.
The four of us had just locked our bikes and were waiting patiently for the scary tattooed man to stamp his insignia on our wrists in order for us to enter the club.
As we entered, the humidity rose significantly, I began to sweat. Upstairs we watched the mass of people swirling and shaking like a busy ant hill on a warm summer day. I ordered my drink and as I walked from the bar she caught my eye, a white dress, red trim, much shorter than me. As I approached her her smell beckoned me with a pheromone I could not ignore. No. I returned to the dance floor with my group.
We formed a circle, a circle being the strongest shape, most uneasily broken.
There she was again.
She had broken the circle.
I imagine she was in heat.
Her body twisting snapping in the ways I have only seen pop stars move.
Then it began.
He might have been a zombie who enjoyed premium strutted by. She struck with an undulating force I have never seen. The white dress billowing back ad fourth with each snap of her hips.
I was shocked, nay, horrified. She continued along with her thrusting, spinning and shaking. Nearly every XY moving by could not feasibly make their way without experiencing her wrath upon their leg. She was like a puppy just finding out what that part of his body did.
I watched captivated, long finished with my drink, I couldn't stop. The girl was an enchantress of horror. Thankfully we decided to leave ridding me of the girl in the white dress. It will be a long while before I return there to move my body in a provacative way again.
Too much love proved to be too much love for me.
2 comments:
I didn't notice her, there was another girl who was really small and amazingly had a boyfriend who was the same size as herself. I was amazed.
it sounds frightening!
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