Anika drank the last drop from her glass with a flourish, her eyes glinting menacingly as she locked her gaze on Mike. Her curvy figure seemed to be beckoning him from the large black sofa and her breasts appeared to overflow from the confines of her dress. She leaned in closer to him, her breasts spilling out of their cups, her heat radiating against Mike’s skin as his bulge throbbed painfully beneath his pants.
“Do you want it hot or scorching?” She purred, her hand brushing down the length of his bulging erection in a slow, seductive motion.
“Damn!” Mike hissed, his eyes darting around the almost empty space. “Let’s get out of here,” he pleaded, desperation lacing his voice.
“Not yet,” Anika purred, adding more pressure over him with increasing intensity.
“Nobody’s watching anyway, and if they were they probably wouldn’t care.”
Mike let out a deep groan, his bulge begging to be released.
“I can’t do this in public,” he protested.
“This isn’t public,”
Anika drawled sluggishly, her lips claiming his hungrily. Mike groaned in pleasure as her hands roamed his body in a frenzied fashion. He shifted his hand to cup her breasts, caressing them in a feverish manner before his fingers glided down to her exposed thighs and panties. As he felt the wetness of her skin, he mercilessly thrust his finger deep inside of her. Anika let out a pleasured moan and returned the favor by gripping his manhood firmly in her hands. Mike moved faster and rougher now, pushing her closer to climax. Suddenly, he stopped abruptly.
“Shall I release the puppy from its jail term now?” Anika breathed heavily, rubbing him excitedly as Mike looked at her with eyes burning with passion.
“Let’s get out of here and take it somewhere more private,” Mike gasped, his voice thick with lust.
***
It was 11:35AM on a Friday night, the January air was cold and crisp with a faint mist from the ocean behind. Streetlights lit the streets a warm yellow, casting a faint glow on the cold pavement. The alleys were dimly lit. An empty bar sits at the bend of the street. Neon lights from the bar lit up the walls. I walked on briskly and cautiously towards the club. The impatient taxi driver had dropped me a couple of buildings away from the club as he was told. The cold concrete echoed my heels clicking against it.
I could hear the music from the club faintly in the distance, the thumping bass and exotic rhythms of the music coming from within the club.
Its led lights glowed brightly, beckoning me closer to enter, and I took a deep breath before walking up to the entrance. My heart raced as I worried if my red strapless dress was too unsuitable for such an elegant club.
I nervously touched up my ivory-toned cleavage before approaching the entrance.
A burly bouncer with a badge bearing the name of the club intricately written, “Taboo”, gave me a once-over before nodding and unlocking the door.
Inside, I was welcomed by the warm air and the thumping bass with exotic rhythms of the music. Each beat was an angry drum that seemed to pulse with the anger of a thousand demons.
The club was alive with chatter and laughter, so much energy and people. The music seemed to electrify the air around me.
It was filled to the brim with pulsing bodies. Light from the strobing spotlights danced across their faces, as the music throbbed and flowed like a living, squirming thing through the crowd, creating a symphony of sound without a single source.
Everywhere, people moved and danced in time with the beat, their arms raised in the air and their bodies swaying with the rhythm. Their faces illuminated with a single unified purpose – to follow the music.
Every person in the room seemed to be living in that moment in time, unencumbered by anything else.
The spiky heels of women click-clack with every step. Inflated egos and expensive clothes, invisible to the eye. The sharp smell of cologne and perfume from the people around me was overwhelming, but it was also inviting.
The girls’ sultry smile could tempt a monk into sin. Curiosity, fear, desire, and excitement all raced through me as I grabbed a drink and sipped on it, soaking in the atmosphere with the sweet aroma of the strawberry margarita I was drinking filling my nose.
The way the light shined on the hard floor created shadows at one side of the dance floor that I could dance in, if I wished.
My stomach twisted as I stepped forward, my palms sweaty and my heart pounding a thousand miles a minute. But I knew why I was here; whispered taunts and merciless laughter echoing in my head.
This was all because of a dare. I was here because 5 of my classmates including my best friend had dared me. A challenge had been presented and I had accepted, as foolishly as it seemed, vowing not to back down no matter the consequences. Now, I was determined to prove myself, to win this dare no matter the cost. Failure was not an option.
I had never expected this.. to be here in this exclusive club, surrounded by strangers with no worry or care in the world. I felt freedom coursing through me as if I had broken down my walls that were once holding me back. With a feeling of joy bubbling inside me, I smiled and whispered to myself,
“This is going to be a long fun-filled night.”
The forbidden nature of the club, set apart from the others in the red-light street, is what intrigued me the most. It was the stuff of legends for me before I had even seen it up close.
The nightclub was in one of the more posh area of Las Vegas. Its windows with shutters and a few of them opened to a view of the sea beyond.
It sat on a tree lined avenue, tall manicured trees lined with white stone walls like something from a movie scene, with wrought iron gates. The building itself was an old beautiful mansion, whose architecture was a mash-up of styles. The wrap-around patio far outshone the interior of the place. It was built on a large plot of land, right on the water. The view was breathtaking. The patio was made of brick and concrete, and the floor and walls were white, punctuated with a few black chairs and sofas.
At high tables around the sides of the room were strippers. The crowd hushed as the strippers entered in their sheer wisps of garments, clad only in tiny barely-there cloth or lingerie clinging to the dancers like a second skin, highlighting every seductive curve and move. Their sultry movements drawing stares of drunken lust. They were performing seductively for rapt crowds of men staring greedily at them.
I felt an oppressive force of sexual energy suffocate me, watching in awe as they ran their hands over the girls’ scantily clad bodies. Bundles of money splattered as they were tossed onto the tables in a frenzy, slapping against bare skin of the dancers and disappearing between their legs into G-strings.
The whole interiors reeked of expensive perfume, alcohol, sweat, and sex with clouds of cigar smoke hanging in the air giving off an exotic aroma, such that made my skin crawl like a dog’s bark,
yet with an alluring aroma that made me feel even more high than before.
In one corner was a group of people completely oblivious to what went on around them – completely engrossed in their own world- where it seemed nothing else mattered but the cards being dealt out or money changing hands to win this game or that bet – yet another aspect to a night out at this kind of club I realized which I had never expected .
This place wasn’t just all about money; some people were just looking for companionship – either platonic or intimate … whatever floats your boat …. And I could see why this place attracted so many people – it had something for everyone.
Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and before I could turn to check, Anika, my ride-or-die friend who had gotten me into this daring game popped up beside me laughing mischievously.
“What! How did you make it here?” I screamed over the loud music, highly surprised to see her.
She glanced around restlessly, her eyes flashing with adrenaline as she took in the scene before answering smugly,
“I have my ways.”
“But I am the one being dared to be here. And you didn’t tell me you would be coming also” I queried.
“Yap! We need to be sure you actually get here and play the game well and so I am tasked to be your chaperone tonight.”
Anika grinned and sipped her blue raspberry margarita as she surveyed the room. She let her eyes drink in the room – models danced with obviously well-to-do men; businessmen and white-collar men sizing each other up like wolves; everyone seemed so at ease in the smoky atmosphere, as if they had no cares in the world except for drinking their drinks and dancing their dancing. Anika’s gaze lingered on a particularly handsome man looking like a Greek god of the old world with a designer suit, for a moment before turning back to her drink.