Anyway, whilst sitting and watching them sit the test for an hour and a half this morning; what did Miss Brown do? She sat and wrote of course, no point in being bored!!
It's not a full story... Just one of many characters that I have written about - hope you like it :)
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Darkness had descended.
The people of the town hated the night, but this; the quietening
atmosphere, the glow of streetlights, the low hum of electricity lighting up
the shadowy shop front, this was my
favourite time of day.
Tonight there was an eerie mist lingering just above the
ground. Even better. The neon light of the sign flickered above
the entrance to my favourite place to eat.
As I drew closer, the echo of my foot falls were the only noise cutting
through the near silence of the night.
The heavy black door stood slightly ajar and the heavy beat of music
drifted out into the night air. I put my
hand on the soft black leather that coated the club’s door and pushed. A red glow illuminated my pale skin as I
entered the club. The door thudded softly
shut behind me as I followed the familiar corridor to the main room. I ran my fingertips along the red suede
walls; chuckling quietly to myself once more at their choice of décor. Reaching the end of the corridor I leant
forwards over the elegant black railings and looked down into the pit of bodies
writhing to the music.
Immediately I picked out several of the regulars; two men
and a woman I had seen before many a time here.
A bouncer nodded to acknowledge my arrival as I flashed him my membership card, his eyes straying to the low
cut neckline of my blood red halter neck top.
Smiling to myself, I descended the spiral staircase and weaved my way
through the hot, sticky bodies on the dance floor.
Once at the bar I ordered my usual, mentally clocking which
bar staff were on tonight. A little
metal badge attached to his belt loop told me that my host’s name was
Mark. He must be new, I would have
remembered a body like that. The uniform
here didn’t leave a lot to the imagination.
The tight black leather trousers and buckled biker boots were all the
men wore; leaving their perfectly toned chests and abdomens bare to the
eyes. I looked him up and down with
admiration and smiled to myself. His
well sculpted stomach was a gorgeous shade of chocolate and the definition ran
straight into the top of his trousers.
His broad shoulders made me think of being wrapped up in them and his
jet black hair shone under the spotlights above the bar like spilt ink.
“Will you be dining with us tonight Madam? Can I interest you in our specials menu?” His voice was deep and husky and had me going
weak at the knees.
His dark brown eyes sparkled as he looked me up and
down. Oh the irony!
“I won't be needing a menu.”
I smiled, “Is Rosie working tonight?”
I asked while I still had my host’s attention.
He nodded towards the throngs of people still moving to the
music,
“She’s on the floor tonight.”
“Thanks.” I smiled my
appreciation, downed the Martini left in my glass and hopped off the bar
stool.
I made my way onto the dance floor, winding my way thought
the crowds. I saw Rosie before she saw
me. Her characteristic red hair, the
reason for her nickname, glowing under the colourful strobe lighting framed her
pretty, round face.
‘On the floor’ basically meant being a presence on the dance
floor, keeping the guests happy and acting as a bouncer where necessary. Now trust me when I say that Rosie definitely
had presence. I watched as she danced
with the crowds. Her short figure was
towered over by the majority of the club goers, but boy did she know how to get
noticed. Her curvy figure fit nicely
into her uniform; and just like the guys, the girls didn’t leave a lot to the
imagination. Black buckled straps
covered the necessary parts of her upper body and wrapped around her neck in a
halter neck. The bottom was a short
skirt covered in similar buckles and in Rosie’s case, there was nothing
underneath it. The flawless white skin
of her legs looked perfect against the black uniform and under this light she looked almost
good enough to eat. A smile crept across
her face as I approached her amidst the bodies around her; her hands
immediately sought my waist, pulling me into the dance. Her fingers dug into my waist as her body
pressed up close to mine. Feeling the
music coursing through me I let her guide my body along with hers.
After a couple of songs she slipped her hand into mine and
led me back towards the bar. She slapped
her hand on the marble surface and called over to Mark that she was going on
her break. Pushing through the side door
she led me straight into the stock cupboard and closed the door behind us.
“Long time no see Nel.
I thought you’d got bored of me.”
She pouted as she spoke, taking a small step towards me.
I shook my head, “Never.”
I closed the distance between us, putting my hands on her
waist and lifting her up and backing her up against the closed door. Without hesitation she wrapped her legs
around my waist, her hands around my neck and leant in to kiss me.
As her breathing accelerated I heard her heart begin to beat
faster, pumping more blood around her petite body. She smelled divine as I kissed her neck, both
hands roaming her body as her legs held her firmly in place.
“Not my neck Nel. I
can't cover it with this dress.” She
panted between breaths.
“I know darlin’.” I
answered as I lowered my kisses to her collarbone, sliding one of her straps
out of the way. I drew my fangs, sank my
teeth into her chest and began to feed.
Listening to her shallow breathing as she began to pant told
me that she was enjoying this just as much as I was. No change there then!!
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