Erotic Fiction by Medea

A Night at the Club

	Ten o'clock, Saturday night, Samantha steps out of a cab in front of a 
nondescript gray cement-block building.  It's quiet here, no people hanging 
around, no sound coming out of the building, until she opens the door and is 
blasted with cigarette smoke and loud techno.  The girl at the front desk s
miles and greets her by name.  Samantha shows her ID, pays the ten buck cover, 
then steps around the divider, into the main room.
	She sheds her coat as she glances around the space, revealing a tight, 
short black pvc dress, black stockings, and black patent leather heels.  Her 
dark brown hair is pinned loosely on top of her head, and her lips are painted 
blood red.  She's dressed for the hunt, tonight.
	After a quick stop at the coat check counter, she makes her way 
through the crowd to the bar.  The couple in front of her is talking to the 
bartender while he mixes their drinks.
	"So last month, when we were in London, we checked out as many clubs 
and shops as we could find time for," the woman says.
	"It's a great place, isn't it?" asks the bartender.  "I spent a 
semester there, when I was in college.  Somehow I managed to find time to 
study, but I don't know when."
	All three laugh.  The bartender hands them each a glass, and the man 
heads back to his table while his companion remains at the bar talking.  When 
he arrives, a friend is already there, sipping her cocktail and watching the 
dance floor.
	"Something catch your eye, Maria?" the man asks.
	"Hey, Rob.  Take a look at that girl," she says, gesturing towards the 
dancers.  "The one in the long skirt and the halter top."
	"Oh, I've seen her here before," Rob says.  "Once she starts moving 
it's beautiful to watch, like she's channeling the sound through her feet.  
Always catches every change in the music, always dances even when everyone 
else starts to clear the floor."
	"She's been out there for over an hour," Maria says.  "Doesn't that 
woman ever get tired?"
	Rob smiles.  "I'd love to see you dance, when you finish that drink."
	"Possibly later, though I might want to change shoes first."  She 
raises one foot to show off her tall, spike heel boots.  "Besides, I believe 
your wife promised to give me a tour of the equipment in the back room.  Don't 
you want to watch?"
	"Oh, right, I think Helen mentioned that.  We'll go pull her away from 
the bartender in a minute."
	"What's she talking to him about?"
	"London, unless they've switched subjects by now."
	"Oh, I bet she loves getting to rehash all the travel highlights 
again.  Better be careful, she'll want to make it an annual trip."
	"That wouldn't be so bad, but I'm going to suggest Germany for next 
year."
	"I hear the scene in Berlin is great...  I wish I had the money to 
travel, but I guess living it vicariously through the two of you will have to 
be enough."
	"Hey, maybe the photography sales will pick up.  You should send your 
portfolio around to galleries outside the local area.  Having a show in a 
different city might provide the means to go there."
	"Yeah, that's a good idea.  I need to do another round of mailings 
anyhow."  Maria glances down at her glass.  "Well, I'm finished.  I think I'll 
go grab her."
	Maria walks over the bar and stops beside Helen, who has moved on to 
discussing the popularity of various drinks.  When she sees Maria, she ends 
the conversation quickly and gives her a hug.
	"Hey, how long have you been here?"
	"Oh, not that long.  Ready to play?"
	"Yeah, let me find my bag.  I think it's over by Rob."
	They return to the table, find the bag, and with Rob tagging along 
wander off to the back of the club.  Hidden along the hallway with the 
restrooms is a pair of doors.  Helen opens the first one and the trio enters.  
Inside, there are two pieces of equipment, in addition to bolts in the wall 
for attaching rope or chains.  At the moment, both structures are in use.  On 
the St. Andrew's cross, an expressionless young woman is being flogged by an 
older man who twirls his whip before each strike.  The activity on the rack 
across the room is more lively.  A blindfolded man leans back against it, his 
hands tied above his head.  As he writhes and moans, a woman is dripping hot 
wax onto his bare chest.
	While Helen, Maria, and Rob exit to see if there's more free space in 
the other room, the woman holding the candle extinguishes it and steps closer 
to her partner.  She leans forward and whispers into his ear, her words 
inaudible to the rest of the room.  Using her long red fingernails, she chips 
away at the wax, starting in the center of his chest and then moving outward 
towards his nipples.  She tugs especially roughly at the bits embedded in his 
hair.  When his nipples are finally exposed, she scrapes at them with her 
nails, causing him to shudder in pleasure or pain, possibly both.  Finally she 
finishes and releases him, and after a long hug they clean up and return to 
the main section of the club, rejoining a group at a table beside the dance 
floor.
	Nearby, Samantha sways to the music, facing the woman Maria noticed 
earlier.  They aren't touching, but their body language makes it clear that 
they're dancing for each other.  As the song ends, Samantha makes eye contact 
and tilts her head towards the back rooms.  The woman nods, and they walk 
together to the second room, hand in hand.  Inside, Rob sits on the edge of a 
bed, his pants open.  Maria is kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock, 
while Helen spanks her.
	"You're such a slut," Helen says.  "Such a fucking slut, Maria, that 
you don't even care that people can see you.  I bet you even like what I'm 
doing to you.  Does it turn you on, slut?"
	Maria seems to be losing her concentration, but she answers by 
attempting to continue the blowjob.
	The two new arrivals don't stop to watch, too focused on each other.  
Samantha leads the dancer towards a bench against one wall.  They sit, lips 
and tongues meshing, Samantha's fingers clenched in the woman's hair.  As they 
kiss, the loud music and people's voices and the rest of the club fade away 
from awareness.  It's just the two of them, with warm breath and pulsing 
blood, heat and sweat and that look of hunger in the eyes.