prologue

Hundreds of footsteps from above vibrated through the walls, blending with the heart-throbbing music. I can picture the bodies dancing, liquor flowing, and come hither smiles pasted on hopeful faces. I was just up there with this man who is now behind me. I thought of the way I smiled at him, the way he tilted his head and beckoned me to follow. He knew the answer to the silent question in my eyes. He knew the owner who let us into the back kitchen. I followed this man, who didn't have to drag me down to this dank basement. Boxes were stacked haphazardly across the cavernous space. It is not this I focus on, but him. No, not him. The idea of him. Of a stranger touching me, making me feel again. It feels so good. I knew what those hands would feel like before they touched my skin. I knew what his low voice would whisper in my ear, before I felt his breath stir the strands of my hair. I knew the way his tongue on my nipples would make them tighten almost painfully, and how the sight of my stockings sans panties would make his breath quicken. I knew all these things. I've done this before.

A soft moan escaped my lips as he entered me, the sound blending with the muted music seeping into the basement from above. I could hear the music, but not quite make out the words. I felt like that. Something coming from far away...muted. I didn't want to think. Just to feel. Just to be in this moment with this stranger who towered over me, made my blood sing. I could actually feel my heart beating faster when he looked at me. I just wanted to fuck him. To be fucked by him. To drown out the world in my release. I was getting there. So was he. I could feel him straining behind me as he pounded into me. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass almost drowned out by my moans of pleasure. I knew no one was going to hear me down here. I was so drunk, I didn't think I'd care if anyone did anyway. I looked down at my left hand clutching the support post. The wonderful contrast of my blood-red nails against the pealing black paint on metal. The diamonds circling my ring finger winked back at me in the dim light. I closed my eyes against the sight.