I was just having a Spring clean... found ole diaries from back in the days... thought i would share with you ...a chapter from one of those random nights in the wonderful Jackie 60...I'm sure MY tale is all rather tame to what else went on then... but cute non the less...(PS ***** is HIS name, well you have to have some secrets in your life eh!!)
In the darkness of the cave like club his black woolen skull cap looked like hair.
I starred at him. With sharp round brown eyes he sparked an intense demonic return and grins. I take a deep intake of breathe and loose interest in the conversation around me switching my mental gears I smile back at him and droop my eyes like a bashful Lady Diana. I see him approach and grab my vacant hand. With a deathly cold grip he gently stokes my open palm and begins an impromptu palm reading. I was intoxicated by his very presence, I mouth the words "Go Away!" silently to my surrounding coterie.
His long tanned fingers trace every crease as he tells me a surprisingly accurate tale of recent events. He leans in towards my face, my eyes trace the outline of his full mouth and the sharp incisor teeth unnaturally protruding. A vampire boy with an enchanting glare, I know I was about to board a wild Latino runaway train -destination ˜Lust'.
He was on his own, I'd never seem him before at Jackie 60, though he assured me that he was a Jackie club dancer. With his face almost resting on mine he mischievously declared, "I'd like to get on stage and dance and drive everyone wild as I take my clothes off !" Just as the last syntax snapped my synapse Jackie 60 DJ Johnny Dynell bear hugs us in unison, "I swear you have the best taste, ******* if the hottest dancer.. He is so hot !" Johnny hugs me again and tells "the boy dancer" that he has to get up to show me what he does ! With faint complaints that he is not wearing a g-string he leaps to the foot high stage, removing his sweatshirt as he lands. Invigorating rhythms fill the air as super DJ Johnny spins the discs and masters the beat to a forceful speed. Exotic characters fill the dancefloor, tall leggy blonde transvestites grind and pulse their pelvis next to pout mouthed Brazilian models. A gray haired businessman in a suit sweats up a storm pressed against a pre pubescent shaved headed denim clone. A ferret like man reaches feverously into his silver satin pants for a $5 bill that he girlishly teased into ******* jeans. Dancing alone under a dim blue stage light his cafe latte complexion glowed as sweat slicks like oil into the ridges of his well defined torso. I watch this, my private dancer teasing forward to the edge of the stage where I stand at his feet, the ferret moves against me and joins me at my hip, I stare at him on stage, he stares into the crowd and flashes a fanged toothed grim as the crowd press cash against his glistening bare chest. The excitement intensifies as the music changes to a strong clean dance drum beat. I stretch my neck upwards and narrow my eyes as he teased and bopped, I grab like a crazed animal at his unbuckled belt as he un buttons his baggy form jeans. I pull ferociously forcing the waistband fast down to his slender hips against the clean line of his boxer shorts and the obvious stiff definition of the contents. He mocks his own suprise and horror as he leans downward towards me on the dance floor, "Look what you did " he ˜complains' as he rubs his erect penis through the crisp cotton. The club crowd cheer, like sharks with a taste for blood they move in for the kill, pelting the tiny stage with dollar bills. This crowd want flesh, so do I - his.
Ferret squeals and springs up and down on his toes as he watches the unleashed abandon, ******** possessed twisting around his spills back his shorts revealing his taut naked butt. The words rang like the bells of Saint Clements, "I want to lick this boy ALL over", with physical force my reverie was jolted. Rashly he jumps off the stage in rock star force, without a second he thrusts his thick wet tongue into my hot open mouth. A double cry of, "You go girrrrrl !" rings stereo in my ears from the circle of fagulous admirers. Tugging as his still unbuckled jeans he ignores the fact that they still bulge with donated dollars, somehow he manages to shove my clammy hand deep under his elasticated boxers. I knew for sure that this time , I could read my own palm.
"Oh my God !"
We were the disco ball, the shinning fulcrum of the dance floor. Bodies banged as we swayed holding each other tight in the dark. I couldn't remember the music only the deep bass beat pitted in my stomach as I fell mesmerized,
"Chill ! Chill! Chill !" I urged him as I felt my passion engulf me - an affirmation to myself, a command to him. Cold alien sweat dripped from the low club ceiling onto our bare skin, I remove my hand from the depths of his pants and gently hook my thumb into the back pocket of his jeans. I was blind to all around me, yet my sense of touch and smell were heightened to overload. He licked the bend of my neck up to the lobe of my ear, " Yooooo aaaaarrrr soooo sexeeeee" he sang in a rinky-dink Dominican accent, "I've watched yooooo all night and yoooo reeeeeelleee turn me on !"
We wait downstairs in the darkness in this converted meat warehouse club space as the disco sounds reverb above. A tacky bleach blonde transvestite thumps her fat manicured hand on the communal bathroom door.
"Do yer drugs elsewhere I gorra pee" she shrills like a faded game show host.
Like a rabid fox his incandescent eyes glowed in the bathrooms murky red light. I laugh nervously and play with my long loose hair as he violently slams the door shut behind us. Squirts of saliva gush into my awaiting beer scented mouth.
He pushes me and grins flashing his vampire fangs, the calves of my legs are wedges against the side of the dirty toilet bowl. We kiss. His soft full lips open wide against mine, his tongue mopping every inner crevice of my mouth. I arch myself backwards and glare at the tarnished wall mirror watching myself in my own fantasy. I am dizzy with adrenaline.
"Oh my God!" I groan with pure pleasure as he whips my tights black jeans and silken panties down to my ankles with magicians-tablecloth precision. "Shit"
He tugs furiously at my a leg of my pants till I step one bare leg out , grabbing my thick calf in his hand he sticks my platformed booted foot up on the cracked sink in front of me. Then just for a second he stops, stares at me with widening eyes and announced, "I am a wolf ! My family lived in the hills with the wolves, look, look at my teeth" His smile flashed sharp long incisors, I am perplexed, yet I don't have a chance to think about this genuine proclaimation. He pushes my shoulders back against the wall, my back is arched my leg is balanced againsts a wobbly sink and here he is Mr Wolf-Boy with his face burried between my legs.
His sharp nails dig grooves either side of my butt as he grips and laps fast.
In ecstacy my leg twitches and bangs against the sink as I begin to huff in pleasure. I watch him in the mirror his head bobbing like jello beating out the rhythm of orgasm with his tongue, my eye lids droopwith the evolution of my ˜cum-face', and I feel myself flicking my pelvis towards him deep deep deep.
I am climbing higher and higher in pleasure surpassing the point when I cannot hear the nighclub swarm or the thud of the beat, I hear the pulse of my heart and the throb of my breathe.
"Ahh Ahh Ahh !!" I cannot hold my crescendo of fruition !
He steps back and standing tall with a saturated grin watches me reach for my pants in quick embarrasment
"Thank you " I politely gather my catch my breathe.
"would you like to go for breakfast ?" he asks as he leans to help me into my pants
And they say that romance is not dead.