Dancers
By: Heater Lee
The club was like most any other club you can find in L.A., loud dance music with plenty of alcohol flowing to keep the party going. The live DJ, weaving his spell of rhythmic music, kept the crowd moving, blending music and motion into one. Heather walked into the club alone, wearing a pair of black hip huggers that molded her body. Her flat muscular stomach showed below the criss-cross halter-top that left her well-toned, muscular back exposed. Standing in her heeled boots Heather stands 5’8”. Her hair is short and off her shoulders in a wild teased look, the blonde highlights giving her brown hair a textured look. Even though she has perfect 20-20 vision she has a pair of slightly yellow tinted glasses on. As she moves through the crowd she bends, twists, and weaves without effort, moving and sliding to the side as needed, never stopping in her progress across the expansive dance floor. Her movements are those of grace like an athlete or a dance, someone who has spent many years getting to know their body and controlling it. Some have even equated it to feline like.
Making her way to the bar she slips through the waiting line and orders herself a Red Bull and Vodka. The man behind her reaching over her shoulder and paying for it for her. With a twinkle in her eye she thanks him then slips out and through the crowd easily losing her would be suitor. Quickly downing her drink Heather makes her way out onto the dance floor with the others not being able to resist the pull of the DJ’s spell.
Never staying long with one partner Heather moves to the beat of the music feeling the pulse and beat through her body to her soul, losing herself in the movements of the dance. Like all clubs partners came and went moving into her space trying to match her movements, to entice her into their game only to be left wanting unable to match her intensity and movements, being so fluid and effortless they feel inferior loving to have been able to experience it no matter how short lived. After an hour of dancing she melts into the crowd returning to the bar for a cool drink, perspiration damping her hair and back.
After only a short break she is again drawn out into the sea of bodies. Moving and dancing she again is matched by partner after partner all moving and trying to match her to only feel wanting and melt back into the crowd. Lost in her own world Heather doesn’t even notice them, all the faces and bodies a blur, short lived sparks that come into her circle to only be burned up by her passion. Turning Heather is matched by another faceless partner, stepping into her circle and matching her movements, this new partner is a tall woman. Even in her boots Heather doesn’t match the woman’s 5’10” frame. Where Heathers body is toned and fit the new woman is more rounded and fuller figured. The woman’s large breasts being held by a leather vest top that plunges down showing ample cleavage, ending at a very short skirt. Her long legs are darkly tanned not needing stockings, her feet in CFM shoes. The heel on the towering shoes must have been 5 inches. These did not seem to hamper the woman’s movements as she easily matched Heather’s movements with equally provocative movements of her own.
Where Heather exuded a confidence and sureness this new partner matched in sexuality and sultriness. This woman knew how she looked and the attentions she drew, and she used them.
The dance continued and this new partner still matched Heather move for move. Playing off of her movements with her own. Neither of them ever touching, but moving and morphing from move to move. Their dancing wasn’t pornographic like so many others try. Mimicking sex on the dance floor, this was two dancers lost in their own realm, the only awareness was the music and the others movement. One move out of place would have brought them crashing down.
Their dance quickly draws the attention of others as a circle begins to open up around them giving them room. With this added room the two dancers’ movements become more fluid, moving away from each other only to be drawn back in, passing and converging then breaking apart.
The DJ sees these two moving in perfect rhythm to his artistry, he changes the tempo and feel matching the dancers in the middle of the floor. The music and movements in perfect concert with the other, gradually the tempo increases with each dancer keeping with the other, neither giving ground. People not being able to keep up with the intense tempo quickly drop off to watch these two, neither aware that they are the only ones left. Both panting and sweating their eyes never leaving the other’s, like two predators not willing to give up the ground. As the tempo changes again their bodies start to glow with a light, pulsing from each woman, Heather’s a green that pulses with an inner tempo that the DJ’s music matches, the other’s a blue. As they get closer to one another their lights meet and burn bright white. The crowd gasps seeing this, some looking around for the lights to explain this, others just watch.
Again the tempo increases the base driving faster and faster, pulsing through the room. People’s hair starts to stand up on end from the electrical energy, the light from the two women getting brighter and brighter as they continue. As the two dancers move apart again the crowd can only see their outlines in the light that seems to be coming from the women themselves.
Moving back towards each other they misjudge, coming too close and touching for the first time. With that touch the music stops as a blinding light flashes where they were sparks flying up to the high ceiling. So bright is the flash many scream and gasp as they see the warehouse as if it were mid day. As the sparks shower down upon the crowd like fireworks they open their hands trying to catch them to only have them pass through them with a tingle hitting the floor and bouncing about like fireworks.
When their vision clears neither dancer is there any longer. Looking around all they can see are the bouncing sparks of light that fade seemingly sinking through the floor. Leaving not a trace of either woman.