~Danse of Flames~

OOC: This is a closed thread between Vailyn and me, at least for now. My character is Erik. He’s a bad ass from the wrong side of town... angry, but also a survivor. He is now 21, has a good job working for a moving company packing and driving trucks. He is extremely handsome, 6’1” with dark, rugged features and large brown eyes. He doesn’t let women get close, but finding women for his satisfaction is never a problem with his good looks. He frequents the local clubs at night and has become a terrific dancer, an attribute that helps him pick up women.

IC: It was Friday night. I had worked a long day moving furniture into a new warehouse. After a hot shower, I put on a pair of jeans with a black button up shirt open half way down my chest. I was looking forward to letting off a little steam at a club I seldom frequented over on the other side of town. Maybe there would be some fresh meat to take home. Or at least to the parking lot for a quickie.

It was getting late. The place was packed by the time I showed. Colored lights flashed across the bodies swaying on the dance floor. I was going to watch for a while, then pick my target for the night. At least my first target. I sauntered up to the bar and ordered a beer, leaned back against it and scanned the room.

Castalia Devlyn


God! I'm sooo late! I wanted to dance all night, but now I'll only be able to make it for a few short hours. I hope the others are still there waiting for me.

I toss my sun streaked long hair over my shoulders and take another peek at the reflection in the car window. I pull the flowing sleeves of the white gypsy blouse down, and smooth my flowing red skirt with one hand. Biting my lip in absent thought, I run my fingers through my straight hair and turn to run lightly into the club. Flashing a smile at Josh, Haven's weekend bouncer, I cut the long waiting line and duck beneath his propped muscle arm to dash eagerly into the club. Moving quickly to one of the platforms overlooking the dance floor, I look amongst the throbbing mesh of people for my friends.

I finally see Taylor and Alison dancing together on the dance floor. The crowd of dancers ebbs enough for me to catch a glimpse of Becca and Charlie. I grin.

Great! They're still here!

I run down the stairs and head towards their direction. As soon as my black high heels hit the dance floor, the crashing music invades my soul and I am helpless to its call. Before I even get two feet into the mass of humanity, my eyes close and I lose myself to the beat...

Erik

I stood there tapping my feet to the beat of the music, sipping my beer. The dance floor was packed. Two young girls on the other side of the bar were looking over at me and giggling. No. Not my type. Gigglers knew how to flirt, might even be good for a few copped feels. But real lust... never.

From the entrance I saw an attractive young lady rush into the club and pause by the dance floor. The sun had given her a dark tan and golden streaks through her long straight brown hair. She was petite and wore a flashy red skirt and white gypsy blouse that left her shoulders bare. Most of all, she exuded a sexuality that I could not ignore. This was my woman.

I watched her move down onto the dance floor and join some friends. Her movements were fluid and graceful. The gentle sway of her hips, the sensual way her ass pushed against her skirt, the movement of her tanned shoulders, her friendly smile, full lips, white teeth... the whole package had me captivated.

I finished my beer and asked one of the gigglers to dance. They both gave each other these "Ohmygod" looks and covered their mouths to stifle any further outburst. I guided the bubbly young blond by the arm and over near the sensuous woman I had eyed.

We began to dance. My partner mostly bounced and jerked, but I was determined to put on a display of my well honed dancing talents. I kept glancing over at the lady in the red skirt, trying to get her attention, but she didn't seem to notice me, or was doing a good job hiding it.

Castalia


The music pulses it's life within me and makes my blood soar in a heated frenzy that transmutes its desires in every taunting gesture of my body. A flush of tantalizing desire hovers over my skin and creates an aura of sensuality to every graceful twist of wrist, slow gyration of slim hips, tap and glide of long legs and rippling toss of honey streaked brown hair. A familiar hard body cradles mine and I fall in sync with Taylor's playful thrust and grinds. Laughing in joy, I shoot a teasing glance over my shoulder and sway my rear in counterpoint to Taylor.

The hectic melody comes to an end and a sensuous throbbing begins. My limbs have a will of their own and I dance away from Taylor into a small opening left by the dancing mob. Vague impressions of flashing bodies pass quickly through my mind before I close my eyes and lose myself in the one thing that's pure: dance.

I sway a half beat off from the lazy sexy beat: my hands and arms curl and caress the air inches from my skin and my hips rolling in a circular pattern that begs for a certain touch.

Erik

The girl can dance, I thought to myself. Her body was one with the music... swirling, swaying, sliding, spinning. Her energy was boundless, her smile electric. Every movement she made was sensuous, full of passion and magic. It was who she was, her soul and being exposed to anyone lucky enough to be watching. More than ever I had to have her, had to posses this muse, this goddess of dance.

It was time to show her my honed skills. I had trained to be a dance instructor when I was 19. The school thought my good looks would attract the ladies, and they were right. They had to let me go after a third irate husband threatened to sue over my very profitable extracurricular activities with their wives.

I spun away from my partner towards the dance goddess, doing two 360’s. My feet tamed the floor in a graceful shuffle to the rhythm of the music. My arms moved fluidly around me and though the air complementing the sway of my body, the gyrations of my hips. My head became part of the act, my face and eyes expressing passion and power.

I danced around her, my arms in the air flamenco style. I glided away, then abruptly back lifting off the ground in a 360 and landing lightly on my feet. I hooked my thumbs in my waistband grinding my hips and shuffling my feet as I continued to move towards her.

A sheen of sweat was beginning to build on my forehead. I looked at her, trying to catch her eye, to let her see the passion burning inside, to draw her in. She couldn’t ignore me. Not with everyone watching our dance of flirtation to see what would happen.

Castalia



A growing prescence begins to push against my taunting dual with music and my eyes open reluctantly to see a tall, hard body dancing with utmost confidence around me. His skin gathers the erractic flashing light and glistens with every sharp controlled movement. The stranger's dark eyes capture mine in a fierce gaze. Challenging me to follow his dance, to clash and melt against his well defined body whose every motion exudes a sexual invitation and absolute arrogance.

My body automatically moves in parallel defense, sliding close to purringly press and rub my body against him, and just when he moves to take controll--I swirl away with a quick twist and flaring skirt. Laughing with the joy of the dance and challenge, I toss my long hair back and state with just a curve of my lips how he could never have me.

Erik

She was good. I could feel our bodies clicking, our rhythms melding. She was mine, I could feel it. She had been captured by my passion like all the others. I only had to put on the finishing touches.

And then she... laughed at me? Shunned me like a used playtoy? Who the hell did she think she was anyway?

I watched her move back to her friends without even looking back. I could feel my anger rising. I wanted to go over there and teach her that she's messing with real danger. Easy boy, I told myself not in here.

I quickly finished my beer and went out to the parking lot. My head was throbbing. I closed my eyes and leaned against the car. Flashbacks surged through my mind. I was ten. My father was out late. He stumbled in the front door drunk. Hide mom, hide... please. Too late. She screamed as he hit her again and again. My blood boiled in anger. I charged. I didn't even feel the blows I was so angry.

I was always the poor kid, the one whose father was a drunk. Kids laughed at me, made fun of me. I fought back, determined never to be humiliated. And now this rich bitch had the gall to treat me like a play object and discard me. A dangerous rage boiled inside me as I obsessed on the girl in the red dress.

Castalia



Closing my eyes once more, my hands glide in an earthly caress along my body. Stomping a quick tat-tat to the erotic beat of the music, I turn and swirl in a teasing invitation. Lifting open my eyes with a laughing expression, I look for the dark stranger and frown when I can't find him anywhere...

Where?...I-I was so sure he would follow me. The way we danced, the instinctive push and pull was so--

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. With a light shrug, I try to fall back into sync with the beat and fail. Catching Becca's eye with a wave, I smile and point to the bar. She nods and turns back to her dance with Charlie.

Easily threading my way to the bar, I shout over the bustling crowd and get Mari's attention. She gives a smiling shout back and asks me if I want my ususal. "Of course! What else could take me away from the dance floor?"

As Mari makes my drink, we chitchat about current events, and my eyes keep roving around the club in search of something.

"Hey! Hey, what's up, Cas? Looks like you're looking for something." At my sudden blush and quick silence, Mari's eyes narrow and her head tilts in thought. "Or is it someone?" She asks just as she finishes making my drink and pushing it towards me. I pay for the frosty beverage, grab my virgin strawberry daquiri, and stick my tongue out at her.

"Yeah! The ice queen letting a mere man capture her attention? Nevah!" I shout at Mari. She laughs as I pull away from the bar and sip my drink. Suddenly, everyone's too close and it's just too hot. I slip to the back of the club and sneak into one of the small rooms for people to gather and talk in away from the music.

I frown, puzzeled by my own behavior. What's the matter with me? I was having so much fun just a few minutes ago.

I let out a sigh and sit on one of the plush couches. After taking a long sip of my drink, I lean my head along the back and close my eyes.

Maybe I just need a small rest...

Erik

I finally gained enough control of my emotions to go back inside. Shit, she wasn’t so hot anyway, I tried to tell myself. The real truth was that she had touched a passion within me, and that scared me. I used women, didn’t get attached, didn’t need them. So why was I so infatuated with this one?

I walked in and looked around. She was no longer on the dance floor. I was about to go in search of another target when I spied the lady in the red dress at the bar. God was she hot. No, I told myself. Just another piece of meat.

She finished talking to the bartender and walked to the back of the club and into one of the private rooms. I went up to the bartender and asked about her. Name was Castalia, from a well to do family. A great dancer, but considered something of a snob by the multitude of guys that have tried to hit on her.

As I sipped on my beer, I replayed our dance scene in my mind. She wanted me. There was no question about it. We clicked. But the way she snubbed me, discarded me... the smirk on her face. I could feel my anger building. My head pounded. I was ten again.

“Erik is a loser... Erik is a loser..”

The words danced in my head. I put the beer down and stormed back to the room she had entered. I threw open the door, startling her on the couch, then pushed it closed, locking it from the inside. Rage flared in my eyes. I grabbed her by her arms and threw her up against the wall.

“Just who the hell do you think you are. You think you’re too fucking good for me, don’t you. I should teach your little rich ass a lesson, you bitch.”

Castalia



The crashing door wakes me up and I stare in startled bewilderment as the dark stranger storms into the room and locks the door. Before I could say a word, he pulls me off the couch and tosses me against the wall. I bounce back with a my breath knocked out of me. He grabs my arms in a harsh grip and shakes me as he demands angrily, "Just who the hell do you think you are. You think you’re too fucking good for me, don’t you. I should teach your little rich ass a lesson, you bitch.”

His eyes flash with exploding anger that frightens me. I suddenly come out of my shock and begin to twist in his grasp. "What are you doing? What are you talking about? WHO are you?!? Let me go!"

"You can't treat me like another one of your little play toys."

I pressed her up against the wall, then pressed my own body tightly against hers. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until she was looking up at me.

"Don't try and tell me you didn't feel it... we were hot, we had it out there. You wanted me. Well you got me now."

I pressed my lips against hers trying to shove my tongue into her mouth. She struggled against me.

Castalia


Just as his insane accusations sink in, he pulls my head back by pulling cruelly on my hair, his towering form locks me against the wall, his face falling down with sudden force and tries to take my mouth with his. All my protests come out in muffled squeals. Only giving him access to my mouth, which he took with a triumphant groan. Something inside awakens to his touch and fire trickles everywhere. The burning sensation causing my loins to grow wet, my nipples pebble into hard sensitive buds that push against his black shirt, and my pounding hands stop to grasp uncertainly on his arms.

I shoved my leg between her thighs, then bit down hard on her lower lip while pulling her hair hard enough to hurt. I rubbed my growing hardness against her in a powerful grinding motion. My thigh pressed firmly between her legs. I could feel the heat of her pussy radiating against me.

I pulled away from her lips, looking down into her eyes with a mixture of lust and anger. She looked back at me defiantly, but I could detect something else... a hunger maybe.

"Now I'm going to give you what you want... what you wanted when you saw me on the dance floor."

I straightened her up against the wall, then shifted my hips until my cock was pressed against the mound of her pussy. I rubbed it up and down against her.

"I'm going to fuck you, Castalia. Right here. Right now."

Erik

She struggled against me, clawing at my face and trying to kick herself free. As she struggled she spun away. I grabbed her again and smashed her face first against the wall, pulling her arm up behind her.

“You son-of-a-bitch,” she screamed as she continued to struggled and protest.

Her struggle only served to solidify my determination. Holding her against the wall, I reached down and unbuckled my belt, unzipping and pushing my jeans and briefs down until my engorged cock sprung free.

“I got something for you, Cas. It’s big and hard. I’m going to shove it up your pussy.”

I pulled her from the wall and threw her over the arm of the couch with her arm still twisted behind her back. I spread her legs with my feet, pulled up her skirt and ripped her panties in the crotch. I pushed two fingers down between her legs to get her ready for me. She was already wet. Shit, she really did have the hots for me. I pushed two fingers into her steamy pussy, twisting them around and digging against the walls of her cunt.

She wasn’t struggling much when I stepped up behind her and placed the swollen head of my cock against her juicy little peach. I pushed and felt her puffy mound split open, the juicy lips of her womanhood wrap around me. I went deeper and deeper, moving in and out, until I was pressed against the cheeks of her ass. I held my cock deep in her belly, grinding it around inside her. I slowly let up the pressure on her arm.

“And now, my lovely dance queen, I’m going to fuck you... fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”