"Freedom has never felt this good" Faith thought as she slid into her tight
black leather hip-huggers. She pulled the soft black velvet halter top on.
She leaned across the counter towards the medicine cabinet mirror and lined
her dark brown eyes in black. She applied her crimson lipstick with the
precision of a model. She took her curly chestnut hair down and brushed it.
She sat on the bed and quickly laced her boots. On her way out the motel
room door she grabbed her leather jacket, and locked the door behind her.
"TAXI!!!" she called from the curb. A long yellow car pulled up beside the gutter and she slipped into the back seat.
"Where to miss?" the man behind the steering wheel asked.
"Somewhere I can dance" she replied slyly with a wink.
As the taxi pulled away from the curb both driver and passenger paid no attention to the large shiny black convertible that pulled into traffic a couple of car lengths away. The car pulled up to a large building that once housed a factory of some sort. Now the dilapidated looking walls housed what sounded to be a very popular club. She walked threw the door and the bass line pumped, a harmonica wailed. She stepped out on to the dance floor. Finding the first warm body Faith glided up next to him, he was cute, in his mid-twenties. She began to gyrate her body against his. He put his arms around her, She ground her hips into his. Outside the black convertible pulled into the parking lot, the driver expertly navigating it to a parking spot near the door. The music from inside carried out to the street.
"Serve me up some pretty pretty people/serve me up someone I can believe" the singer crooned
The driver step out of the vehicle, his long black duster flapping around him, he entered the club.
"So what's your name?" Faith asked her current dance partner as she glanced towards the door. Her eyes locked on the man in the door way.
"Josh" replied the flavor of the moment
"That's nice" she said absently as she walk to the new arrival.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as she lead him to the dance floor
"Don't feel sorry for me. I hate that look on your face" a throaty female voice wailed in the background
"I thought I should keep an eye on you" the handsome newcomer replied
"You say just let go, you say just come home" the woman in the background continued.
"Angel you worry to much." Faith said flatly.
"I know " Angel said.
"Enough watching, more doing" she commanded as she sank into the song and him.
"Stop feeling sorry for me, I'm just falling from grace" the song went on. They danced closer, becoming one body, moving suggestively to the music.
"Under the Dracula moon" the song ended. She stood on tip-toe and kissed him. He returned her kiss passionately. They quickly exited the dance floor, and the club. She slid into the passenger seat of the convertible. The engine roared to life and he pulled out of the parking lot.
"TAXI!!!" she called from the curb. A long yellow car pulled up beside the gutter and she slipped into the back seat.
"Where to miss?" the man behind the steering wheel asked.
"Somewhere I can dance" she replied slyly with a wink.
As the taxi pulled away from the curb both driver and passenger paid no attention to the large shiny black convertible that pulled into traffic a couple of car lengths away. The car pulled up to a large building that once housed a factory of some sort. Now the dilapidated looking walls housed what sounded to be a very popular club. She walked threw the door and the bass line pumped, a harmonica wailed. She stepped out on to the dance floor. Finding the first warm body Faith glided up next to him, he was cute, in his mid-twenties. She began to gyrate her body against his. He put his arms around her, She ground her hips into his. Outside the black convertible pulled into the parking lot, the driver expertly navigating it to a parking spot near the door. The music from inside carried out to the street.
"Serve me up some pretty pretty people/serve me up someone I can believe" the singer crooned
The driver step out of the vehicle, his long black duster flapping around him, he entered the club.
"So what's your name?" Faith asked her current dance partner as she glanced towards the door. Her eyes locked on the man in the door way.
"Josh" replied the flavor of the moment
"That's nice" she said absently as she walk to the new arrival.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as she lead him to the dance floor
"Don't feel sorry for me. I hate that look on your face" a throaty female voice wailed in the background
"I thought I should keep an eye on you" the handsome newcomer replied
"You say just let go, you say just come home" the woman in the background continued.
"Angel you worry to much." Faith said flatly.
"I know " Angel said.
"Enough watching, more doing" she commanded as she sank into the song and him.
"Stop feeling sorry for me, I'm just falling from grace" the song went on. They danced closer, becoming one body, moving suggestively to the music.
"Under the Dracula moon" the song ended. She stood on tip-toe and kissed him. He returned her kiss passionately. They quickly exited the dance floor, and the club. She slid into the passenger seat of the convertible. The engine roared to life and he pulled out of the parking lot.