My ears were ringing a bit as I stepped out into the street. The cool air felt nice against my skin after being packed on the floor, pressed against strangers, sharing sweat and breathing in the musky smell of a hundred writhing bodies. As uncomfortable as it was being packed into the space with music blaring at me through the speakers a few feet from my face, I have to admit I found it incredibly sexy. All those random anonymous arms rubbing against me, hips bumping into me, hands grazing my ass and thighs.
It was a little after 12 when the show ended and the crowd spilled out onto the pavement onto an otherwise desolate street. A fine mist had begun to descend on the city and the idea to start searching for a cab quickly entered my slightly drunk mind. The friend I had come with met a guy inside when we first went in and they had been flirting throughout the show. As we got to the door to the street, my friend leaned in and whispered "Hey, I think I'm gonna head back with this guy, ok? Will you be alright getting home on your own?" I turned to look at her and then stole a glance at the guy who was following behind her closely, looking anxious to hear my answer as though he and my friend needed permission.
"Sure, I'll be fine," I said to her, and then whispered to her with a sly smile, "Have fun."
She smiled back with the same devious look and headed off in the opposite direction with her new-found man. As they walked away I watched as he placed his hand on the small of her back, sliding it down to her ass.
Seeing this made me feel a little disappointed to be heading home alone. Why hadn't anyone checked out my ass? Recalling what I looked like as I took one last look in the mirror as I left home, I was looking hot. My tight-fitting black top with the plunging neckline that dipped inches from my navel, the tight denim skirt that stopped dangerously close to the bottom curve of my ass, the black strappy heels that scream sex. Considering all of this, I began to think back if I had seen anyone at the show I had even wanted to go home with. I had glimpsed a few potential victims, but no one worth pursuing. I resigned myself to the idea that I was going to have to put my vibrator to work tonight.
I turned the corner and started walking uptown, hoping I'd see a cab on the way. I wasn't the only person from the show who had this idea – groups of loud, drunken 20-somethings trickled up the street behind me. Suddenly, I spotted a cab coming down the street in the opposite direction. The light changed just in time as I ran across the street to grab it. As I got to the door of the cab, someone else reached for the handle as well. I looked up into a pair of chocolate brown eyes peeking out from behind tousled chestnut hair. We both just looked at each other for a moment, speechless.
He smiled and asked, "Where are you heading?"
