Las† Nigh† A Li††Le DaNceR...
Hi I'm Sin.
She smiled and pressed her naked body against mine, turning her head and whispering in my ear, "Come on honey, why don’t you just sit down in the chair" as the distance between our two bodies became indistinguishable.
"That's Ok" I reluctantly responded as I retained my spot against the corner of the doorway, ensuring that no matter what I would not sit in the empty chair that lay a mere foot away.
"Come on honey, sit down and I'll show you some fun" she whispered as her lips moved in towards my face and stopped mere inches from my cheek, leaving me with the expectation, or hope, that they would continue onward.
It wasn't her words that were so intoxicating, but rather it was the allure of her perfume and the beautiful strands of hair that had become entangled around my face that spoke volumes beyond the small devious invitations towards immorality that pervaded her speech.
"Are you sure you don't want to sit down?" she beckoned one last time as her hands found their way on my thighs, and her cheek pressed up against mine in a harmonious fashion that seemed to single her and I out from the crowd of twenty or so that pervaded the room. Suddenly her and I were alone, and at that moment it was all real. She had actually cared; her soothing voice projected the allure of understanding, that although she had been going through this very act throughout the entire night it had now become genuine with me. I was different from all the others; I had that exceptional quality that removed me from the masses of other men that she had spent the last half-hour entertaining. I responded back, ever so slightly, in kind and moved my face towards her in such a fashion that it was indistinguishable as to whether or not it was an accident or intention. My hands and body began to betray my very mind as they found themselves slowly inching towards her. Seeing what was going on, I immediately turned my face towards her ear and whispered, "I think you have a customer, someone is waiting in line" as the empty chair now held a waiting occupant that had become intoxicated at the idea of being next in line.
"Fine" she said and moved on and just as it had begun, it now ended. The room violently reappeared and the twenty occupants were now, once again, in plain view as her hypnotizing allure had now worn off. I was once again alone, alone in a crowded room of strangers that all indulged themselves at the idea of being the next to 'dance' with this girl. The entire situation had made me sick, and I questioned why I had even shown up to this maddening party in the name of entertainment.
I spent the rest of the night calling/texting EVERYONE in my phonebook in a desperate attempt to remove myself from the situation. I couldn't take the idea of a girl dancing for money, or even the idea of someone paying her with money and when I saw it taking place the vivid imagery and greed of the entire system made me check out.
I even went so far as to text R4E, and eventually called her, babbling on in drunken fashion telling her about the horrors of the night. I rambled on about the immorality of it all, but I don’t think she cared to listen. Instead she called me strange, and brushed the scene off as a necessity - something that happens within the world.
[UnFiniSheD]
[DRaFt]
She smiled and pressed her naked body against mine, turning her head and whispering in my ear, "Come on honey, why don’t you just sit down in the chair" as the distance between our two bodies became indistinguishable.
"That's Ok" I reluctantly responded as I retained my spot against the corner of the doorway, ensuring that no matter what I would not sit in the empty chair that lay a mere foot away.
"Come on honey, sit down and I'll show you some fun" she whispered as her lips moved in towards my face and stopped mere inches from my cheek, leaving me with the expectation, or hope, that they would continue onward.
It wasn't her words that were so intoxicating, but rather it was the allure of her perfume and the beautiful strands of hair that had become entangled around my face that spoke volumes beyond the small devious invitations towards immorality that pervaded her speech.
"Are you sure you don't want to sit down?" she beckoned one last time as her hands found their way on my thighs, and her cheek pressed up against mine in a harmonious fashion that seemed to single her and I out from the crowd of twenty or so that pervaded the room. Suddenly her and I were alone, and at that moment it was all real. She had actually cared; her soothing voice projected the allure of understanding, that although she had been going through this very act throughout the entire night it had now become genuine with me. I was different from all the others; I had that exceptional quality that removed me from the masses of other men that she had spent the last half-hour entertaining. I responded back, ever so slightly, in kind and moved my face towards her in such a fashion that it was indistinguishable as to whether or not it was an accident or intention. My hands and body began to betray my very mind as they found themselves slowly inching towards her. Seeing what was going on, I immediately turned my face towards her ear and whispered, "I think you have a customer, someone is waiting in line" as the empty chair now held a waiting occupant that had become intoxicated at the idea of being next in line.
"Fine" she said and moved on and just as it had begun, it now ended. The room violently reappeared and the twenty occupants were now, once again, in plain view as her hypnotizing allure had now worn off. I was once again alone, alone in a crowded room of strangers that all indulged themselves at the idea of being the next to 'dance' with this girl. The entire situation had made me sick, and I questioned why I had even shown up to this maddening party in the name of entertainment.
I spent the rest of the night calling/texting EVERYONE in my phonebook in a desperate attempt to remove myself from the situation. I couldn't take the idea of a girl dancing for money, or even the idea of someone paying her with money and when I saw it taking place the vivid imagery and greed of the entire system made me check out.
I even went so far as to text R4E, and eventually called her, babbling on in drunken fashion telling her about the horrors of the night. I rambled on about the immorality of it all, but I don’t think she cared to listen. Instead she called me strange, and brushed the scene off as a necessity - something that happens within the world.
[UnFiniSheD]
[DRaFt]