I walked into the club. I was restless. It had been two months since I was alone. There had to be an end to the madness. I could do this, right? I could be alone. I was a grown woman with a heart, gifts, and a need.
I looked around the place. Ybor City. It’s just a wicked little town by Tampa that was restless from morning until night. The club wasn’t classy by any means, it was just odd. It fed my soul. Sometimes you need wicked instead of class.
I was dressed in a lace black dress, my hair pulled up. I had the strange in me but never dressed like it. I just couldn’t. The strange and wicked was inside me not outside.
I walked through and saw the staple. He was old, blond and in just underwear. He danced with everyone that walked in, I waved and kept going. I turned left into a main bar. The girls were hot as hell dancing on the platforms. A few were in cages, dressed in black lingerie, black lipstick, red lipstick, chains, dog collars, platform heels gyrating to the loud boom of the music.
I wanted to be one of those girls, but something always stopped me. Its like going into a strip club and wanting to strip but you just don’t have it to be that much of an exhibitionist. A psychologist would say you should do the things that make your heart beat hard but that was just going too far.
I walked up to the bar and asked for a shot of Fireball. I needed the warmth of the heat. And another. The music was pulling me, I had to move.
I went into the middle and started dancing with the man in the underwear. He was a kick. His baby blues just dug into your soul. It made me laugh.
I felt a body behind me. It was soft. I reached behind me and felt a woman moving against me. I turned around, the lights went dim, the girls were leering in their cages, I could feel the heat from the drink and the girl. She wrapped her arm around me. I had never been with a woman, even like this.
A man came up to her and gyrated behind her, she wrapped her hand behind him and grabbed his ass. She pulled one of my hands to her side. The man leaned through her and kissed me. The girl kissed my neck at the same time. At that moment a girl came by with some more shots, the guy picked one up and fed it to me. He poured the other one on the girl's neck and licked it off. She rubbed it in to her tits that were only divided by some sheer material I hadn’t noticed.
The girl leaned in, “Wanna go play? You have a car?”
I leaned in, she smelled like strawberry cake. “I’ll call someone to drive us.” Her eyes sparkled.
I picked up my phone and called my ex. “Hi, can you hear me?”
“Where are you?”
“Sorry, I’m at the Castle. Are you busy?”
“Just wrapping up a dinner actually right around the corner and no, it wasn’t a date, that’s tomorrow.”
“Could I, um….get a ride? Well, a few of us?”
He instantly knew. “Yes. I’ll be right there.”
It was nice having someone I could call that understood my world. He not only understood but encouraged it by driving me home most times.
He pulled up ten minutes later. All three of us got into the back.
“Thanks, honey.”
The girl, her name was Mara, leaned behind him and kissed his neck, “Thank you, honey.”
“Where to?”
“Maybe just drive around for a bit.”
I slipped my shoes off. The guy, his name was Anthony, Tony for short, slipped his hand up my leg to the inside of my thigh. He moved me over to his lap where I straddled him. Mara slid my zipper down so my dress slid off my breasts.