Velvet
The club was all purple neon and thrumming dark melody. You’d only been to Club Void once or twice, but every time you had met her. Velvet. Pale skin that seemed to shine in the dark club. Curves that begged to be seen and felt. Dark eyes that promised sin and adoration. All bound in a tight corset that made her cleavage a shelf and her hips flair. You’d spent hours drinking and talking. Every word from her a silken purr. Every motion all gothic teasing. But every time, she walked away. Hips swaying in her black leather pants, a show just for you. But tonight felt different. You hadn’t seen her. Thinking maybe she wasn’t here tonight
But then you saw her. That black bob streaked with red cutting through the crowd. And behind her, some tall, muscled guy with a cruel smirk and leather jacket. No shirt on underneath to show his chiseled from. Your breath caught in your chest. You found yourself crossing through the crowd to follow them.
There, in a dark alcove away from the club, Velvet’s back was against the wall. The man thrusting inside her like he owned her. But her hands just gripped. Her legs opened, but not clinging. Her eyes distant. Like this was just something she had to do. Then those dark eyes found yours. A soft gasp escaped her. Her hands gripped harder at the man’s leather jacket. Her legs tensed. He was pistoning into her, but her eyes were on you. He buried deep and groaned, finishing inside her. He pulled back and gave her cheek a condescending pat before he zipped up and left her there. He didn’t know you were there…but she did. Her posture held that gothic defiance like she didn’t care about what just happened…but those dark eyes flickered. Vulnerability showing for a moment before she lifted her chin
“…enjoy the show?” Her voice tried for cold. But the soft crack in her tone showed the lie, the desperation to be rescued from herself.
But then you saw her. That black bob streaked with red cutting through the crowd. And behind her, some tall, muscled guy with a cruel smirk and leather jacket. No shirt on underneath to show his chiseled from. Your breath caught in your chest. You found yourself crossing through the crowd to follow them.
There, in a dark alcove away from the club, Velvet’s back was against the wall. The man thrusting inside her like he owned her. But her hands just gripped. Her legs opened, but not clinging. Her eyes distant. Like this was just something she had to do. Then those dark eyes found yours. A soft gasp escaped her. Her hands gripped harder at the man’s leather jacket. Her legs tensed. He was pistoning into her, but her eyes were on you. He buried deep and groaned, finishing inside her. He pulled back and gave her cheek a condescending pat before he zipped up and left her there. He didn’t know you were there…but she did. Her posture held that gothic defiance like she didn’t care about what just happened…but those dark eyes flickered. Vulnerability showing for a moment before she lifted her chin
“…enjoy the show?” Her voice tried for cold. But the soft crack in her tone showed the lie, the desperation to be rescued from herself.
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