Club Noctum Aeternum: A place where you go...when you feel as if you have no one to turn to...
Chapter One: Ecstasy
Lyric finds a package and a beautifully twisted night follows.
Lyric pulled into the driveway, cursing as she fumbled to find the right key to her apartment. That day had been horrible. She had caught her boyfriend cheating on her, and lost her job. And Lyric wanted nothing more than to leave it all behind.
She shivered as she came inside after the rainy evening, and then tripped over something firm on the floor. After finding the light switch, Lyric saw that she had stumbled upon a package. It had no return address on it, but her name was printed in fancy yet unfamiliar script.
So, of course, she opened it. Inside was an amazing outfit. The corset top was black, with red edges and laces, with a short skirt to match. There was also a spiked choker and black leather gloves that went up to the elbow, as well as fishnet stockings and knee-high lace-up leather boots. At the bottom, there was a note written in the same magnificent handwriting. "Come to Club Noctum Aeternum tonight. Wear these."
At first, Lyric was wary, but then on a whim she found herself wanting to give herself to fate. She donned the outfit, as well as some heavy black eyeliner, and glanced at herself in the full-length mirror. With her black hair and light skin, she was striking. Lyric smiled wickedly, grabbed her purse, and walked out the door.
Even in New York, hailing a cab was easy, once the driver got a good look at Lyric. "Take me to Club Noctum Aeternum." He nodded, and the fact that he was staring at her cleavage in the rearview mirror the whole way there made Lyric feel even sexier.
Security at the club seemed to require a pass of some kind, but they let her in with a knowing look. The music was loud and deep, and Lyric danced. Alone, though not, for everyone was her dance partner. Soon though, two men singled her out and came to her, one in front and one in back. She danced provocatively, and the drinks began flowing, randomly handed to her.
Lost in a daze, Lyric barely noticed, simply gulping them down, one after another. The man behind her touched her nipples, and they hardened under the corset. Likewise, the man in front of her grabbed Lyric from behind.
Almost in silent agreement, they slid their hands under her skirt. Her heart -- and another member of her body -- throbbed in time with the music. Still they continued with their ministrations, until she came all over their hands.
By then Lyric knew she had crossed a certain line, and there was no turning back. Yet she didn't care. Lyric had already given in.
Her two dance partners led her away into the night, which had become clear and beautiful. The moon outshone even the neon lights of the city that never sleeps. They took her to their house, but Lyric was too far gone to take notice of where she was.
