Chapter 5
Sometimes people aren’t quite who you think they are. That can be a good thing or it can be a bad thing. It turned out Natalia wasn’t quite as innocent as she pretended to be. Yes, she was a princess at heart, but in mind she was a free-spirited angel of the night who spent her days wound up tight and her nights unraveling.
She worked at a wild, popular night club called Emotional Storm. It was dark, it was loud, and it was fantastical with purple mist and multicolored lighting making you feel high even when you weren’t. I’d only been to the place once before with my friends. Bars with live mellow rock bands were more my thing. The booming of the bass and the loud techno sounds of this place gave me a headache so I always avoided it. Paydirt bragged about fucking a bartender from here and had tried to convince me to accompany him to see her a few times, but I always found a way to get out of it.
As we approached the door, passing the line of people waiting to gain entrance, a big burly bouncer hugged my girl.
“Natalia,” he said. “Thank God you’re here. Pesky sucks ass. They should only book that guy on Tuesdays.”
Natalia kissed him on the cheek and introduced me.
“Ross,” she said. “This is my boyfriend, Lucky.”
“Lucky guy,” Ross said without missing a beat.
She beamed at the guy and pulled me into the darkness. A green laser blasted me in the eyes as soon as we entered, throwing me into momentary blindness. Now enveloped in a violet fog and having a green dot at the forefront of my vision, I had to grab Natalia’s hand so I wouldn’t trip over someone in the crowd. The entire place was decorated in neon that cut through the blackness. The long bar that stretched from one wall to the other was lined in hot pink and electric blue lights. Women danced on poles, in short shorts and tops to match, with bright fluorescent paint on their faces and bodies. Dancing eyes and lips stared down at us.
The song playing sounded like something cheesy from the 90s with a repeating chorus playing over laser blasts from a futuristic battle between trigger-happy, flamboyant robots. I didn’t know whether to dance or duck. Others in the place seemed to be contemplating the same dilemma as the dance floor wasn’t packed, nor was it empty. It was littered with people making odd, off-beat movements.
“Good God,” Natalia said into my ear. “This DJ is horrid.”
She leaned over the bar and said something to the bartender. Then she handed me a drink and swigged from one herself.
“No classes tomorrow,” she said. “I can, as you say, cut loose.”
And cut loose she did. She finished her drink and ordered us both another before leading me around the dance floor and over to the steps that climbed up to the DJ booth. All along the way she shook hands with friendly faces. Everyone knew her. This quiet girl who’d been so determined in the music room and so cold to me in the frat house seemed to be everyone’s favorite person. It was amazing.
She leaned over and said something to me but we were too close to the speakers and I couldn’t hear a word. I nodded and she pushed me onto the dance floor before heading up to the DJ booth.
I can handle my liquor. It seems all I did in the frat was study and drink. That said, whatever the fuck she’d ordered us was strong and had already begun to fuck with my head. My tongue was slightly numb. I wondered if she’d slipped something into it. I still think she may have.
A hot waitress brought me another drink and when I looked up at Natalia taking her spot behind the turntables, she blew me a kiss, and I knew she’d instructed the waitress to keep the drinks coming.
The place suddenly went silent and the few people on the dancefloor walked away. I was already buzzing like a motherfucker so I made my way over to a round table right in the middle of the dancefloor and stood there all by myself.
“I was out doing my thing,” Natalia said into the mic, “When I spotted the Bat signal telling me you guys were in desperate need of a fucking party!”
People all around me cheered.
“So I grabbed my man,” she said as she pointed down at me, marking her territory and making sure no other woman would come near me for the remainder of the evening, “and I raced over here to save you guys.”
I wondered if the other DJ, Pesky, had left the building. If he hadn’t, he would’ve been offended because it was obvious she was talking about saving them from his lame clutches.
“So what do you say?!” she added. “Let’s get this fucking party started!”
The crowd went wild and before the music even started, they packed the dancefloor. I was squished between men, women, straight, and gay…everyone was there to celebrate my woman.
“Da…da…DJ…Natalia…Red!” a robotic voice boomed from the speakers.
Orchestral music flowed from the speakers, soft at first, violins and cellos before the bass dropped and the music became intense.
I’d never been a fan of techno, trance, or house music, but hot damn she knew what she was doing. She made me a fucking believer in a matter of minutes.
With one hand up to her ear holding her headphones in place and the other busy scratching a record, she was the life of the party, and she only took her eyes off me long enough to switch songs. This goddess who’d wanted nothing to do with me before had let me in in a way no other woman ever had, and I knew that in her world was where I wanted to be forever.
It was song after song and drink after drink. Before I knew it, I was in an alcohol-fueled fantasy. People wearing bright neon colors danced around me. Some danced with me, some danced against me, and some even formed a circle around me. Everyone was happy and Natalia was the ringleader of it all. Every time I looked up at her, she either smiled, winked, or blew me a kiss. Finally, she gestured with a finger for me to join her up at her booth.
With a new drink in each hand, I climbed the steps and handed her a glass. She already had several empty ones in front of her. She accepted my new one, drank from it, and then pulled me close to her. It was the first time I’d felt her body. Her tits pressed against my lower chest and my cock was at her stomach. Her embrace was warm, nice, and welcoming.
“You are having fun?” she asked.
“I am,” I said.
My desire to kiss her was overwhelming. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Everything about you astonishes me,” I said.
“You don’t know everything yet,” she said.
Her hand brushed against my cock and at first I thought it was an accident, but then it settled there, and I felt her fingers roll and dance a bit, tapping against my balls. Rougher than I’d planned, I snaked one hand behind her, gripped the back of her head, and pulled her mouth up toward me. My lips devoured hers and my tongue slid into her mouth. She met me with the same ferocity and the crowd cheered.
We pulled away and both took a drink. She raised her glass to the crowd and I followed suit.