There was something in the air today. An innate sense of foreboding that crept up her spine and made her tingle all over. She could feel the darkness crawling its way through her to get to the top. To bring itself out.
She loved to let her darkness out. To play. To own her wholly and fully. But lately it had an edge. Something driving her. To an extreme.
Today she was feeling it more than usual. Trying to keep it at bay was a losing battle and she decided a drive was just the thing. She needed speed. She needed exhilaration. She grabbed her keys from the hook next to the door and headed out to nowhere in particular.
She slid into the car seat and put the keys in the ignition and started the car. The car was nothing special but was blessed with a sport mode which was reminiscent of her speed days of old. She remembered the wonderful street racing she used to do when she was younger. Being a woman with great instincts and a penchant for accuracy she rarely got beat. Men loved the the macho maleness and dominance of racing but she could take the best of them and loved it.
Her darkness was loving the reminiscing and headed for the interstate. She knew she shouldn't be doing this but her darkness was begging for it and her mood of late was calling for it too. She felt trapped, unloved, unappreciated and most of all underestimated. Underestimated and unloved was the worst. Why was it that she was always the one everyone went to when they needed advice or something within her expertise and then underestimated her for other things? She was a very complex and multi-talented, creative person after all.
But today, right now, she was the speed demon, the evil. And she was on a mission to find a match. Or a temptation or just an exquisite painfulness that could reach through the mundane of her existence and break it apart.
She veered onto the exit that took her onto the interstate of Atlanta. Traffic abounded and her darkness clapped with glee. She wove her way through the traffic elegantly to begin with and then the demon reached for her. She needed music. Music was the connection from heart, soul and speed. She found a pounding gothic rock beat and turned it up all the way. The air conditioning blasted cold air into her face and the music filled her ears and she relished in it all.
She began to maneuver her car through the traffic with no destination in mind. She pushed the gas pedal down hard as if it were a straight line to her core. And it was. Each lane change, each speed increase and braking to slide into the rear of another vehicle thrilled her. The exhilaration of her perfect maneuvering between lanes, the loud music and the cold air pushed her on.
As she passed other vehicles it gave her energy. Made her feel invincible. Gave her a high that she craved. The danger, the speed. It was erotic and sedating at once.
She noticed a vague sign off to the side and took the next exit. A long and winding road lay out before her and she dared any to follow. She was a woman possessed. A woman on the edge. The darkness had the wheel.
She raced her way along the road and found herself at a truck stop of sorts. Well, not a truck stop. A strip joint, full of truckers and the scourge of mankind. She stopped her car and sat there pondering if this was a good idea at all. A strip club truck stop. Really?
Why the hell not. The darkness was impeding on her senses and creating a sense of disconnection from reality. Something she desperately needed right now. She needed...
She stepped out of the car, determined with only the excess of the speed high she was still riding on and boldly walked to the door. She knew she'd be the only female attendee and she knew she liked the idea of that.
As she walked boldly in the double doors she was met with the smell of stale cigarettes, alcohol and sex. Her darkness grabbed on to the smell of sex and headed to the bar. She took in the clientele currently in the bar. It was early afternoon and there was not may there. She noticed a table of businessmen directly in front of the center stage all leering and doling out bills to the scantily clad badly bleached blond in front of them. Ample cleavage and wide hips made he movements in front them and on the pole enticing and even drew her eyes to her.
To their right was a few tables with men she assumed to be truckers with glazed over expressions and a table full of empty beer bottles in front of them. Such sad souls and she silently mourned for them.
The bar held a few more faces both vulnerable and threatening and she took a seat at one end away from them. A burly bartender that obviously doubled as bouncer came her way. He smiled at her "whatcha doing in a place like this hon?"
