THE RULES:
Location: Club
The relationship: Strangers
The trigger: just because...
If you want to know the soudtrack for this one just search "Disclouser"... :D
Oh... And thank you Kwills341 for Beta!
I hear the music booming as we wait our turn to enter the club. According to my friends, the line is longer than usual, the DJ is the new big deal and attracts more people to enjoy the night. Honestly, I couldn't care less about who's playing, I just want to have a good time. It's been so long since I've been out without have to worry if I'll be in proper condition to attend class, or study for the next exam, or finish that paper that's been waiting for me for God knows how long.
Today we're celebrating. It's spring break after all and for the next two weeks we don't have to worry about a damn thing.
"Alright, Del! We're in!" Jake says with a big smile.
Even though we're all excited about tonight, no one's more so than Jake. He's the one responsible for us waiting for over 45 minutes to get in this particular club. We could've gone to any other, but he really wanted to hear this DJ live, so he dragged us here and forced us to stay this long on the street at the mercy of a chilly, early spring night. It doesn't help that I didn't predict the long wait and decided to wear some thin fabric trousers and long white blouse. At least I made the last minute decision to bring a coat.
However, the moment we get in, the first thing I do is shed my coat and give it to the young woman at the door in exchange for a numbered card that I stuff in my pocket. The heat from the dancing bodies that fill the dance floor warms my skin instantly and I can feel the electric pulse in my own body, like it's calling me to join them.
The music is a mix of urban sounds, the bass steadily beating in perfect sync with every instrument, occasionally dropping to a retro beat, which makes everyone in the club to nuts. The perfect symphony of the modern days. I find myself becoming hypnotized by the flawless rhythm, like everyone else in the club, and I can't keep my body from moving with every beat.
Jake notices me and grins widely. "What'd I say? Niehaus is amazing!" He shouts in my ear.
"What?" I scream back, not understanding what he meant.
"Cosima Niehaus! The DJ!" And he points at the DJ's platform.
I look that direction and am able to discern a small figure, almost completely hidden by a couple of computer screens. But I see a head with glasses, her hair seems to be tied up and she has headphones around her neck. But what captivates my attention immediately is the movement of her hands when they're not working the dials in front of her. The DJ's arms spin and rotate like everyone else's in the club, her body sways, illuminated by the flashes of green and red lights, her head dipping with every dropping beat. Then her hands go down to the sound board, she pulls one side of the headphones up to her ear, cradling it with her shoulder and begins the music transition at the sound of a roaring packed house.
I feel a pair of hands on my upper arm and reluctantly take my eyes off the DJ to go to my friend, who aims us towards the bar. I follow him and join the rest of our friends at the counter, where the music doesn't sound so loud and we can talk without screaming.
"Hey, looks like the DJ has another fan." Joan says, winking at me.
I steal a glance at the DJ again, but she's too far away to take a proper look. "She's good, oui?"
"You're talking about the music, oui?" Jake mocks me, laughing.
"Oui." I say looking sharply at him, but quickly lose my serious expression. "What else would I be talking about?"
"I think you've been stuck indoors for too long, Del." Roger says, then turns without waiting for my response.
Joan shrugs my way and gives me a lopsided grin. "I didn't know you swing that way." She leans her head in the general direction of the DJ's platform.
"Oh... I dabble on occasion." I answer her, ignoring the annoying look in Roger's face and accepting the drink that Jake hands me. "I don't like to limit myself." I add smiling.
In no time we're moving to the dance floor, joining the crowd of moving bodies. I close my eyes and let the music guide my moves, flooding my veins with an intoxicating warmth. I can feel each beat so intensely that I start to believe my heart is beating at the same time as every bass dropping. For a moment I let myself drift away. Setting my mind free, I'm able to pretend there's no one around me, it's just me and the music. At least until I feel arms move around my waist.
I open my eyes and see Roger's face close to mine. "You look so good dancing like that." He says loud in my ear.
"I was having a good time." I answer and push him away.
I walk to the bar, not because I need something to drink necessarily, but it seems like a good excuse to get away from Roger and his never ending attempts. Besides, I might need the rest, so instead of ordering, I just take one of the stools and sit down with my back to the counter, watching everyone dancing.
"Excuse me." I hear from behind me and right after I feel a hand on my elbow, which is resting on the counter.
I turn my head and see one of the bartenders staring at me. "Oh, sorry! I'll get out." I say, thinking he's warning me that I can't camp here.
"No, no..." He answers fast and push a drink in my direction. "The DJ sent this over."
I raise my brow, confused. "To me?"
"The tall blonde girl with wicked wild curls who's dancing like she's in a trance, to be more specific." He says with a smile. "I assume that's you."
I look at the where the DJ is and see her staring back, she's too far, but I see her wave her hand.
"Well, thank you." I say to the bartender.
He chuckles. "Don't thank me." He points his chin at the DJ. "Thank her!" And he leaves for the next customer.
I take the drink and give it a little sip, it's a sweet thing, some fruits in it. It's not what I usually go for; I like my drinks a little more bitter, but this one tastes like heaven. My eyes find her again and I think about raising my glass as a thank you gesture, but reconsider.
Instead I get up and maneuver through the ever-moving bodies, the entire time my eyes are locked with hers, whose smile I can see growing as I approach her. Once I'm right under the platform she signals for me to go around and as I do it she motions the security at the door to let me in. There's a little room behind the platform where I can see a few empty bags.
I see a strong hand pushing open the black curtain that separates the little dark room from the rest of the club and then I see her closely for the first time. She shorter than I thought, her hair is twisted dreadlocks, the small piercing on her nose and a gorgeous smile, all teeth and tongue poking out.
The same hand is extended to me and I take it. "Hi, I'm Cosima." She says with a raspy voice.
"I know, your name's at the door." I say, smiling.
Her free hand moves around her head. "Right! I keep forgetting."
"I'm Delphine." I introduce myself.
Our eyes are locked still and her smile turns into a smirk. "I kinda need my hand back."
I look down and notice I still haven't let go of it. "Oh... Desolé." and quickly let go.
"French, huh? Didn't see that one coming." Cosima says, returning to the sound table and putting on her headphones.
For a moment I don't know if I should leave. But that thought evaporates from my head when I look at her carefully from behind. She's wearing a loose, blue tank top and I'm able to see her shoulder and arm muscles move under her skin as Cosima spins something on the table and the music changes from a fast pace beat to something a lot softer, more bass less electric. After about a minute of watching her work from the best seat in the house, she turns again to me.
I remember the drink on my hand and raise it. "Thanks for the drink."
"Do you like it?" She asks and waits for my answer, genuinely interested.
"Sure." I can't bring myself to answer differently.
"Really?" Cosima says, with an unconvinced expression. I probably don't hide my true feelings very well, because she drops her head in disappointment. "Damn!"
I don't know if I should take it seriously. "It's okay, really..."
"No, no. That's not it!" And her hands move around once more.
"What then?" I ask, seemly hypnotized by the constant flow of her arms.
"Nothing!"
"Oh... I get it." I give another small sip of the drink. "A sweet thing?" I say winking. "You thought it was my taste."
"And it's not." Cosima says, now smiling. "Okay how can I make up to you?"
"Uhm... I don't know. Something like this may need costly reparation." I joke. "Okay, what if you answer me a question that's been nagging me since I saw you?"
Cosima smirks again and I swear I could look at this image for the rest of my days and don't get tired of it. "Okayyyy..."
I clear my throat and put the most serious face I can produce while looking at her. "Why do DJ's need headphones? I mean the music it's loud enough..."
She laughs loud. "That's what you wanted to ask?" I nod. "Okay, come here." And she pulls me by the hand.
We stop near the table, it has more buttons and dials than I thought, two laptops are connected to it and on the screen there's bars that go up and down rapidly at the pace of the beats we're listening through the sound system. Cosima grabs the wireless headphones and puts them around my head, carefully adjusting them to my ears. Meanwhile the smile on her face remains. For some time I don't hear anything but the music on the club muffled by the headphones, but then she hits a few keys on one of the computers and my head fills with a different music.
Cosima removes one of sides of the headphones so I can hear her. "It's called cueing. When we're mixing music we need to find the exact moment to change it."
She moves to stand behind me and presses against me, her hands finding mine. She frees my left of the drink and she raises them both, palm with palm, her fingers slightly shorter than mine tickling my skin. Then her hands move to the top of mine and she guides them to the sound board.
"It's all about the tempo, finding the perfect combination." Her voice right next to my ear, making me shiver a little.
I notice her closely watching the two monitors and then with a small pressure on my fingers, the music I'm hearing on the headphones goes to the speakers and everyone at the club is hearing it as well, a perfect transition. I stare at her with a big smile.
I push the headphones all the way down to my neck and look at the mass of moving bodies. From up here the view is different. While I was one of them it looked like everyone was dancing their own way, with different moves, but seen from this perspective they all look in sync, moving as one. Once again I let myself go and start to move my hips, feeling Cosima move with me, her body still pressed close.
I drop my head back to her shoulder, closing my eyes and our bodies start to sway together, Cosima's breathing on the base of my neck making me more aware of her presence than of anybody else's that has been in that position. She intertwines her fingers with mine and takes our hands from the sound table, wrapping both our arms around my waist. I can feel her breathing increase and her hips grind more deliberately against my back, her lower stature making a perfect fit.
Unlocking our fingers I move my hands to the top of hers, so that she's the one in contact with the fabric of my shirt right over my stomach. Cosima sighs against my neck at the sensation and it doesn't take long for her to find her way beneath my blouse and a tiny moan escapes my throat the moment I feel her touch. We hold like that for a while, moving around as the music drops to a smoother tempo.
But as the music picks up again, so do we, and she starts playing with the idea of exploring further. The tips of her fingers inch inside the seam of my pants and I move my left hand to get a good hold of her neck, pulling her close while my right hand joins hers.
"Do it." I say just loud enough for her to ear over the beat of the music. And to be sure she understands I push her hand down.
As I guide her hand inside my panties I can feel how hot I am, and it won't improve unless Cosima touches me. I wait for her, not wanting to push her into something she's not comfortable and the longer she takes the more I'm afraid that's exactly what happened.
"If you don't want to..." I start, but her left hand on the button of my pants, cuts me off.
Cosima releases the button and lowers the zipper just enough to have some room. When I'm sure she doesn't intend to stop, I push her right hand even further. At this point I'm throbbing, and in desperate need for her to touch me.
But she won't do it. Instead, I hear her husky voice. "Tell me, how much do you want it." And she rocks her hips against my ass.
Suddenly her left hand leaves my stomach, where it rested after opening my trousers, and goes to the sound board; her fingers move across the board and the music blaring in the speakers gains a new life, a fast beat. I really should be worried about the crowd right below us, but somewhere in the back of my mind flashes the image I had of Cosima when I saw her for the first time. So I know that even if people can try to guess what's going on in here, there's no way they can actually see it.
Cosima notices me losing a little focus and gives just a slight brush through my wet center. "Tell me!" Her voice more demanding, calling my attention back to her.
"Baise moi!" I say, biting her ear in the process and, because I really can't hold it any longer, my middle finger presses hers so I get to experience her touch properly.
I lose the strength in my legs and would fall if her left arm was not around my waist again. Cosima bites the top of my shoulder and her waist gives one long swing against me, but at least she's not pulling back. Her middle finger is joined by her index and she moves them in lazy circles a little above my clit at the exactly same tempo of the music filling the club, her hips helping with every grind against me.
The fingers of my left hand curve around her neck, pulling her as close to me as I can and, once I'm sure she won't deny my need, my right hand goes to her left arm wrapped around my waist and I hold tight.
One of her fingers brush lightly the very tip of my clit and I feel tiny explosions from the pit of my stomach to my upper thighs. But then she moves away again and the explosions slow down to almost nothing, all that's left it's the continuing teasing.
"Please, Cosima." I've never been this close to begging as I am now. It works though, because her fingers move to my entrance and she pushes inside, just barely.
"Fuck..." Cosima breaths out. "You feel so good."
The arm around me grips me harder and I feel her trimmed nails bite my flesh. Cosima's hips are rocking faster against me and her fingers move deeper, giving a few thrusts, only to move out quickly and find my clit, this time for more than just a brush. I scratch her right arm, my nails leaving marks on the back of her neck.
As she increases the rhythm of her fingers against my clit, so does the music all around us and I feel overwhelmed by the whole thing. Grinding my ass against her I feel more than hear Cosima's moans and she bites down again, her fingers moving fast against my nub and as the music reaches its peak so do I. She holds me close as I ride my high until the last moment, pushing her against me on both sides.
After a while I feel her hand slip away from inside my pants and I turn around to see her licking her fingers clean. I pull her face to me and for the first time, taste her mouth along with myself. I kiss her hungrily and she pushes me against the sound board behind me.
"Crap, hold on." Cosima says and quickly spins us around to work on putting on the next music. Then she turns back around and seems amazingly shy. "I leave in like..." She looks at her computer screen "two hours, if... would you like to..."
I cut her off with another kiss. "I'll wait!"
She opens a big smile. "Yeah?" Her hands move back down to my pants and she closes the zipper and button.
I push her for another kiss, smiling. "Oui!" And I start to make my way out of the private area, there's no way I can let her work properly if I remain there.
The rest of the crowd can have her for now. Later she won't escape me.