She stood and closed her eyes, it was good.
There was the music, there was the sound, there was the smell of the
smoke falling around her. She knew the lights and the feel of the beat
as it hammered into her chest and out... she was full of it, the song, the
flash, the stench.
It was full of her and she felt the pounds of
flesh in her hands - smooth and hard - under her fingers. She was
engorged with it, full and aware. They were inside her - her elbows pressed against the walls, fully aware that she was no longer
standing... no longer aware.
Bodies stroked the inside her arms, they tickled her, ground out cigarettes on her thighs and spilled drinks on her bare feet - her toes were wet and sticky. They swelled forward- beneath her chin- to the stage and she could feel the mass pressing
against her breasts, hands on her back, the feel of slick sweat from bare
chests and shoulders against her face. The taste in her mouth was sweet with sweat.
Her eyes were closed,
it was good.
Bright light pulsed red into her eyes, the heat lit her face -made wet trickles
that ran down the side of
her face. She licked her lips and the arms that pressed against her
mouth. Fingertips brushed against her thighs and lifted her,
filled, swooning, forgetful of her skin pressing down on curious fingers.
Her back pressed against upturned faces, the brush of lips and
hair, the scruff of faces, the barest tickle of eyelashes blinking in the
drops from her shoulders. These hands turned her and she stared wide
eyed at the floor and
the faces, flat palms against her nipples, her stomach, brief wet kisses against her
neck and mouth- moving lips that were mute against the volume of the
music. Angry
looking faces in her shadow, they passed her
among them and she was relieved in this... faceless and nameless she
felt them enter and shy away, rushes of blood in her face - flushed - her
heart pounded in time with the sound.
On the stage she was ignored and adored. No one made a sound but
her. Her voice rising over the
mass as a single drawn note that ached in her throat - a scream, a taste of
night, a sigh in her body as moved into her and she was passed back...
back to the floor,
She stood and opened her eyes, it was good.