-Picture by John Bolton-
Nicholas and James anticipated a great night the moment they set foot in The Vibe, one of the city’s most obscure nightclubs. The club was vast and darkly energetic. The stench of cigarette smoke slowly evaporated in the air. Black lights and florescent lights conglomerated together, shimmering vivaciously onto the dance floor as dozens of people suited in bondage apparel erotically danced to the loud, ear-piercing industrial music.
“How about we get us a lil’ somethin’ to drink before we mingle eh?” James said, adjusting the collar of his leather trench coat, looking aimlessly around the club.
“Sounds good to me,” Nicholas said, flicking back his dark shoulder length hair.
The two men sluggishly pierced through the lively and clustered crowd, making their way to the bar where a bartender, glum and exhausted from the hours he had been working that night, greeted them.
“What can I get you guys?” The tone in his voice was surely not a man of decorum and sociability—his voice was deep and monotone and he looked as though he was two bottles short a six pack.
“Yeah, I’ll have a slippery nipple,” James said, straightening his sunglasses.
“And I’ll have a coke with rum.” Nicholas said. The bartender prepared their drinks, speaking nothing to the men, acting as if he was being inconvenienced. James swiveled his chair around and looked upon the crowd. He couldn’t believe how busy the place was for a weekday. “Man... this place is pretty packed.”
“Yup... that it is,” Nicholas casually leaned back in his stool with his arms draped across the bar table, observing his surroundings. As he scanned the crowd, a woman sitting in the far right corner of the club caught his eye. Nicholas knew not what it was, but something about her made her stand out more than the other women in the club. Her long dark-red hair spilled to her waist. The creamy pallor of her skin was almost as white as snow. Her deep blue eyes seemed to glint like those of a cat in darkness’ veil. It was just a matter of seconds when her eyes met Nicholas. “Slippery nipple and coke with rum,” the bartender set the drinks upon the table and walked away.
James casually sipped his drink as Nicholas continued to stare at the alluring woman in a deep moment of contemplation. “Why does she look so familiar?” Nicholas said to himself.
“Why does who look familiar?” James asked, taking sips from his drink as he looked upon the dance floor.
“That woman sitting in the far right corner over there...”
James continued to look around the club, trying to see who he was talking about, “Ohhhhhhhhhh,“ he had spotted her, “I see who you’re talking about.”
A sparkling smile eliciting her pearly-white teeth formed across her face as she looked at Nicholas. The look she was giving him was not any average look. It was a look that seemed to say I want you. James set his drink down, smirking. “You know what that smile means Nicholas?”
“What?” Nicholas asked.
“It means she wants your flesh pole,” James said. “Why don’t you go talk to her?”
Nicholas pondered the notion, “I... don’t know,”
“Oh come on Nicholas!”
The woman stood up, sauntering toward the bar with her hips swaying and her bosom arched forward.
“Too late, looks like she beat you to it.” Nicholas and James quickly turned their seats around, facing the bar.
A horrid feeling of perturbation developed inside of Nicholas as he sipped his drink. His stomach turned, causing an unsettling feeling as the wicked six-inch heels of her black knee high boots clapped against the floor louder and louder toward the bar. The woman sat next him, leaning her arm against the table. “Hi,” she said. Nicholas slowly turned his head toward her, “Hi.” “You mind getting me a drink?” she asked with a seducing voice, pulling up her short black mini-skirt a bit, crossing her nylon-covered legs in a manner that asked for attention.
Nicholas shrugged his shoulders, “Sure...” he said, signaling to the bartender. “Bartender!” he yelled. The bartender turned to him with a stern look on his face. With his eyes glazed over and his eyebrows scrunched together, Nicholas knew he wasn’t in a customer service mood, but he didn’t really care at that moment, “Can you please pour me a glass of water?”
Without speaking a word, the bartender poured him a glass of water and slammed it on the table. Nicholas slid the glass over to the woman. She looked at the glass, posing a facial expression that vacillated between grimacing and smiling. “Clever,” she said with a bit of a cackle, offended yet amused. James lowered his head and covered his mouth with his hand, attempting to hold in his laughter. He couldn’t believe that Nicholas had the conviction to do what he had just done. Giving her a glass of water won’t get you laid Nicholas. I thought I taught you better than that, James thought.
“By the way, my name’s Lila,” she stuck her hand out, anticipating a handshake.
“Nicholas,” he said, consenting to the handshake.
“So... Nicholas, what brings you here on such a peculiar night? You’re not usually here during the week. Don’t you have a job?”
Now this is the deciding factor in determining whether or not she’s a gold digger, James thought.
“As a matter of fact I do,” Nicholas was shaking so much that he couldn’t even lift his drink to his mouth without spilling a portion of it. It was obvious to both the woman and James that he was overly nervous. He had never met a woman of her caliber.
“Oh yeah? What do you do?” she asked.
Nicholas paused for a moment, pondering on how to word his next sentence, “I’m a writer,”
Lila raised her eyebrows in astonishment, “Really?”
“Yeah,” Nicholas said.
Lila leaned back in her seat, “What do you write?”
Nicholas cringed as the question was brought to him, but he was in a way expecting it after just up and telling her he was a writer… and what better way was there to impress a good-looking woman than to flaunt his artistic muscles! “Well... I don’t know how much of a reader you are... but... I’m published under Harper Books. I wrote the book Black Moon Rising, which was actually released not too long ago… I’m...” Lila leaned toward him, her breasts looking as though they were on the verge of popping out of her black spaghetti strap tank top. Nicholas had to pause for a glance. “I’m... currently working on a non-fiction piece called The Withering, which is about coping with amnesia.”
Huh... I don’t think she’s a gold digger... shit! I was so sure she was. James hung his head in disappointment. He hated being wrong.
Lila scooted her stool closer. Nicholas’s body shivered in utter tension, she was so close to him that she was practically sitting on his lap. Why did she move closer to me? Nicholas thought. He could feel himself slowly erecting. He looked down in humiliation, pulling his shirt over his crotch in a pitiful attempt to cover the evidence of his arousal.
“Interesting... you must be quite a talented writer. Harper Books is a pretty big publishing corporation.... Believe it or not, I’m—actually quite an avid reader.”
Feeling a bit more comfortable, Nicholas leaned his elbow on the table, furrowing his eyebrows, finding the conversation to be reaching an intriguing moment. “Really... what do you like to read?” he asked.
James nonchalantly sat back in his chair with an evil ear-to-ear grin upon his face. It was one of those smiles that represented a devious man in the midst of plotting debauchery. James knew exactly what was going on. God damn, he thought, shaking his head, and all it took was a glass of water. Well Nicholas... I have to admit... I underestimated you.
“Well... have you ever read The Diary of a Serial Killer?” she asked with a hint of a smile.
Nicholas ruminated, “I... don’t believe I have,”
“You should check it out sometime.... It might help you tie up a few lose ends in your life....”
“Sounds like it would be interesting... I’ll have to check it out sometime,” Nicholas swerved his seat toward the table and took another sip of his drink. The two shared a moment of silence. James continued to sit there. The smile hadn’t left his face.
“Nicholas...” Lila said, catching his attention, “Let’s get to the point. You’ve put up your nice guy protest and... I think I’ve made it clear what I think of you, but we’re through dancing....”
The remark caught Nicholas off guard. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief of what she had just said, “What do you mean?”
Lila uncrossed her legs, leaning toward him, placing her mouth right by his ear. “Meet me in the activity room,” she whispered. Lila stood up, her boots loudly tapping against the ground as she walked toward the backroom. Nicholas watched on in utter bewilderment, contemplating. Well, he thought while drumming his fingers on the table, this has turned out to be quite an intriguing night. It’s strange... in a way... she speaks to me as if she knows me. Do I know her? Her face... her face looks so familiar... and her voice... her exotic voice—it haunts me.
“Why the hell are you still sitting there looking like a fairy with a stick up its ass?!” James said, startling him, “Go follow her!”
“I don’t know...” Nicholas found the situation to be rather dubious, “You really think I should?”
“Of course you should! Any sane man would!”
Nicholas let out a sigh of frustration. He ran his hand through his hair and rubbed his forehead, continuing to ponder the current situation. Fuck it! He thought.
“All right… all right… I’ll do it!” Nicholas gulped down the rest of his drink, slammed the glass to the table, and shot up out of his seat.
“There you go! That’s the Nicholas I know!” James smiled stupidly, giving Nicholas the thumbs up as he headed toward the backroom. Nicholas looked back to him, flipping him the middle finger before entering the room. James, not the slightest bit offended, cackled. He was proud at the same time envious of him. He nodded his head and guzzled the rest of his drink, “Fuckin’ writers…”
A captivating young woman pulled up a seat next to James. Just at first sight, James found her to be quite appealing. He lowered his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose. He observed all of her features in depth—her silky olive-colored skin, her long bleach blonde hair, her luscious lips laden with dark red lipstick, and the excessive black eyeliner encircling her light green eyes. Not to mention, the outfit she was wearing left James greatly curious as what was beneath. She wore a spiked choker around her neck, a black spaghetti strap vinyl mini dress, and shiny black platform boots with a whip in hand and a pair of handcuffs at her side. James was hoping he could put those utensils to good use… or perhaps she could put those utensils to good use.
Just as she was about to disturb the bartender, James decided to make his move, “Why... hello there,” James said, swiftly running his right-hand across his clean-shaven head trying to give off the whole Mr. Smooth approach.
“Hi...” she said, a bit dazed.
“I’m James,” James offered his hand.
“Larissa,” she said, skeptically shaking his hand.
“Ah... Larissa...” James yanked his glasses from his face and stuffed them into his shirt pocket, “So... Larissa... can I get you something to drink?”
Larissa shrugged her shoulders as if to say who the fuck is this bald-headed snob. “Sure... I guess,” she said.
James raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the bartender, “Bartender! Throw me a glass of water!”
Out of nowhere, Lila tapped Nicholas on the shoulder, scaring the living daylights out of him. “Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!” he said. Lila stood there looking at him like a hungry wolf. “So... what now?” he asked. Lila daintily walked toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck, staring deeply into his eyes.
“Well I didn’t just invite you back here for chit-chat,” she said.
My goodness, this woman sure doesn’t take her time, he thought. Lila's moist lips set upon Nicholas’s chin and then to his lips. The two exchanged a few pecks on the lips, before engaging into a deep passionate kiss. Nicholas’s hands slithered up and down her sinuous figure. He was quite a bit timid at first. It had been years since he was last with a woman and he had never been intimate with a woman he had just met on the first night.
Moments later, their tongues intertwined. A surge of testorone rouse up in Nicholas. His timidity soon perished. Lila grabbed him by the collar of his expensive Victorian poet shirt, slamming him onto the reclining bed with immense potency. She pounced on top of him like a raging beast, straddling him, “Whoa! Easy there...” Nicholas struggled to say. Lila, ignoring Nicholas’s remark, made no hesitation when ripping off his shirt. “Uh... that shirt cost me...”
“Shut the fuck up!” she said with authority behind her voice, cutting Nicholas off. Lila forced Nicholas’s arms above him. “Put... your fucking hands above your head,” she said.
Nicholas didn’t dare say anything he did just as she told him to.
Lila bonded his hands together with leather straps. Nicholas didn’t bother to put up a fight; he was in a way enjoying it. She then secured his legs to the bed.
“No offense... or anything,” Nicholas said, with his speech slurred, “But...”
“What’s the matter Nicholas? Don’t you know this game?” Lila said, continuing to secure him to the chair.
Nicholas shook his head, “Uh... what?” he asked. Lila was working on fastening the last strap. Before Nicholas could speak another word, Lila placed her finger firmly over his mouth, mashing his lips together.
“I want you... to shut... the fuck... up!” She began to caress Nicholas’s naked torso. Her fingers meandered down to the button of his leather pants where she ripped the button from its place and broke the zipper, pulling them down to his ankles.
“Whoa...” Nicholas said. Jesus Christ! This woman REALLY doesn’t take her time. Lila looked down. An intense feeling of sexual elation stirred within her as her eyes obsessed over his hard, erecting manhood. She lightly placed the tip of her tongue on its head, swirling her tongue around it as if it were a lollipop, occasionally letting out a soft moan or two.
The concoction of befuddlement and sexual stimulation blended together as Nicholas struggled to fight an internal battle of will. This really doesn’t feel right... he thought, should I tell her to stop or should I just go with the flow. After a moment of teasing him with her tongue she took all eight inches of him into her mouth, aggressively sucking him off, her head rapidly bobbing up and down. Nicholas opened his mouth, trying his hardest not to moan, “Ohhh....” He had failed. Okay.... to hell with it! I’ve gone this far; there is no way that I am stopping now! This is... for lack of better terms... too good to be true...
Lila stopped for a moment and looked into his dark hazel eyes, licking the outer rims of her lips before continuing to deep throat him. Harder and faster she sucked relentlessly. She sucked him near climax and then stopped. She didn’t want it to end that quickly. Lila stood up and slid her black silk pantaloons off from beneath her skirt, stepping out of them one foot at time, kicking them to the side. She removed every article of clothing from her body save for her fishnet stockings and boots. “Is my body the way you remember it?” she asked, heavily breathing, eager to get back into action. “Does it still have the same ornate look to it like you always thought it did?”
Nicholas's mouth jarred open as wrinkles of puzzlement took shape upon his forehead, “I... don’t...” he struggled to say.
Lila made no hesitation to clamber on top of him. She slapped him across the face before he could say anything else. “Shut up!”
Nicholas lay on the bed in a reverie as Lila slowly inserted his throbbing member inside of her, serenely sliding it in and out. She provocatively swayed her body like a dancing stripper, her hands wandering up and down her bare torso, feeling up her large pale breasts, cruelly pushing them together, pinching her rubbery nipples.
Nicholas lay there like a slug, embracing the moment, giving himself up to her. The two shared moans of sexual elation softly escaping their mouths as she rode him faster and faster. It reached a point where Nicholas was begging to touch her, but she refused to release him. She liked to watch him whimper. She liked making him want something that he couldn’t have. It added to the sexual arousal she was all ready feeling. Right as Nicholas was, yet again, about to reach that climactic moment, Lila pulled out and kneeled up a bit, straddling his waist while keeping his him erect by the exchanging of strokes with each hand.
“Tell me Nicholas... how long has it been since you’ve been with a woman?” Lila spat on her fingers, moistening him in preperation for the next phase.
“Ohhh... uhhh... Uh... what?”
Lila brushed his wet phallus across her voluptuous pasty white buttocks. She spat again, this time more profusely, in her hand, moistening him further before filling the tight void between her ass. Nicholas let out a long drawn out moan as the overwhelming tightness enveloped him in a soothing embrace. The feeling was beyond ecstatic. He was yearning for that magic moment, but Lila refused to give it to him. She rode him slowly, stopping periodically to make sure he didn’t climax just yet.
She leaned over to his ear, nibbling it a bit and whispered something that Nicholas could not decipher. The language was unknown to Nicholas and it was surely not of the mainstream. She licked his ear and sat up. For some unbeknownst reason, the foreign words disturbed Nicholas—it induced a horrid amalgamation of contorted shapes roaming about in his mind. Shapes that he could not make note of nor understand why they were on his mind. His sexual stamina was waning. His penis concertinaed against the inner walls of Lila’s ass.
“Oh... sweetie... you’re not getting soft on me now are you…” an impish grin crawled upon her face. She began to laugh uncontrollably. The laughing incited delirium in Nicholas and he didn’t know why. The more she laughed the more sinister and resonate it became. Nicholas began to sweat. The diabolical laughter reached to the point where he wanted to cover his ears to muffle the sharp pain it was inducing. His vision was slowly dissipating. He soon felt impotent and drowsy. His last vision before he fell into a stupor was surely not the same Lila he had met, but rather something... or someone... completely... different...
The hours passed by. Emptiness filled the club with monotony, people came and went, the music mellowed, and the lights were no longer lively and flickering. James sat at the bar in a miserable state, without the company of others save for the bartender who had the personality of a rock. He gulped down the remnants of his drink, awaiting Nicholas’s return. Come on Nicholas, don’t you think you’ve relieved your body of enough semen in the past… he looked down at his watch, three hours.
James reconnoitered the club in search of something—anything—of remote interest to pass time. Only a handful of people were left on the dance floor—many of which were just lounging around casually conversing amongst each other. The only activity of remote interest was three scantily clad women fornicating with a morbidly obese man in a leather to-to whose body was flecked in copious amounts of course-black hair on a leather-sofa near the far-left corner of the club. But even the interest—or rather... disgust— of the situation had eventually lost its effect.
James was lost in the despondent world of cogitating. He looked up and became consumed by the dull brown color of the ceiling and the cracks in its surface.
“So… how’s it going?” James said, in a pitiful attempt to strike up a conversation with the bartender. The bartender just looked at him with folds creasing along his forehead and his eyes half opened. He turned away, ignoring James. “Well, well, well… the king of non-verbal communication strikes again. Isn’t that just one big fucking revelation.”
The bartender ignored James, continuing with his work.
Meanwhile, Nicholas meandered out the activity room, fully clothed, with a gait analogous to a Zombie from George A Romero’s Night of the Living Dead. His facial expression was lost in a trance. His eyes were glued to the ground and his mouth slightly jarred open.
“It’s about fucking time,” James said, furiously slamming his glass to the table, staggering to his feet. “What the hell were you doing in there!? Crying out loud! I’ve been out here waiting for you for…” James looked at his watch. Nicholas just stood there with his gaze drawn to the ground. “Almost three and half hours—three and half fucking hours Nicholas! I was out here having conversations with a mute, watching women fornicating with hideous fat men in leather to-to, and…” concerned about Nicholas, James paused his vehement spout of mindless venting, “Yo Nicholas… you all right?” He asked. Nicholas looked to his right. “What’s wrong man? … You look like you just fucked Kelly Ousbourne…”
“I’m—I’m all right…” Nicholas struggled to say.
“You sure?”
“Yeah…”
“Well… Ya’ ready ta’ get outta’ here?”
Nicholas looked to the corner of the club. There she was again, sitting there, fully clothed, looking exactly the same way she did when Nicholas first saw her with that same smile on her face and those cold blue eyes gazing upon him. Nicholas froze with a look of terror upon his face.,p> “What’s the matter Nicholas?” James asked, concerned.
“Nothing…” Nicholas shook his head, “Lets go.”
“All right.” The two men walked out of the club as Lila watched on.
Sleep tight… said a voice in Nicholas’s head.
