2: Magic Dance
"How come he got so chummy with you anyways?"
Sarah opened up the peach Snapple that Hoggle had handed her, "Chummy?"
"Oh, come on. He took his balls out!"
Sarah grinned at him over the bottle, "Good one, isn't it?"
"Oh yes," said Hoggle smugly, "It infuriates him too. Bastard almost punched me once. As far as first times, yours was peachy keen"
"Wonderful. What was your first time with him like, Hoggle?" asked Sarah, tilting her head back and squinting at her friend..
"Work-centric," said the dwarf, ignoring the (at that point unoriginal) innuendo, "He's usually pretty terrifying, but I just can't take him seriously in those pants."
"Hear-hear," said Sarah, raising her Snapple in the air.
"Anyways, the first time I met him-" started Hoggle, but was cut off by the loud speaker.
"And now, ladies, may we present, the Goblin King!"
"That's a story for later," grinned Hoggle, "Watch that stage. You'll thank me later."
Sarah obliged, mainly out of curiosity. The lights had dimmed, plunging the club into near-darkness. The room fell silent. Softly at first, but getting louder and louder, music started playing. The lights on the stage faded into a warm brightness and a puff of glitter and feathers flew down from the ceiling onto the Goblin King. Sarah couldn't bring herself to call him Jareth, especially in that atmosphere. He stood, stock still, back to the audience, mullet sparkling and shirt billowing slightly.
Oh no, oh no... wailed a male voice as the man slowly shed his shirt, letting the fabric ripple to the ground to the joyous yelling of the crowd, followed by a pair of leather gloves.
You'll never make me stay so take your weight off of me
I know your every move, so won't you please let me be
I've been here times before but I was too blind to see
That you seduce every man, this time you won't seduce me.
The Goblin King gave a little twirl towards the audience, letting fly a puff of glitter. Hands down at his sides, he took a few seductive steps forward, maintaining a mocking sort of eye contact with the crowd. With a couple of slow, slick, movements he slinked over to one of the poles, back up against it, hand sliding down to his crotch. Then, one arm reached up towards and grasped the pole with the other leisurely following as he spins around to press his entire body against the metal, somehow managing to to smudge his almost drag-like make up. Almost lazily, as if doing the audience a favor, he gave a little spin around, earning himself an uneven chorus of whoops. With a body roll, the Goblin King took a few steps back, sliding his hands down to his groin. The tight pants left almost nothing to the imagination.
She's saying that's ok, hey baby do what you please
I have the stuff that you want, I am the thing that you need
She looked me deep in the eyes, she's touchin' me so to start
She says there's no turnin' back, she trapped me in her heart.
A clever sort of jig. A pause, a finger jabbed at someone in the audience. A wink. Another couple of steps. Another wink. Both hands going for the crotch, then a hand flung out to the side, followed by a spin, smoothly transitioning into splits. Both hands stretched out towards the ceiling, letting loose another puff of glitter. Equally parts amused and turned on, Sarah couldn't bear to look away.
Dirty Diana, no, Dirty Diana, no
Dirty Diana, no, Dirty Diana, let me be!
Oh no... Oh no... Oh no...
Hands dropped down, supporting the Goblin King as he moved his hips up in a couple of fluid motions. One leg slid out and around, letting the man stretch across the floor, humping the floor a couple of times before stretching out with feline grace, ass up, arms tense in front of him.
Almost magically, the man's eyes found Sarah's in the crowd, and a slow grin spread over his face. Eyes hooded, he dug his fingers into the flowing platinum locks. Still sitting, knees spreading and then snapping back together in time to the music, the Goblin King humped the air, earning a round of appreciative hooting from the crowd. A couple of rather graceful movements got him over to the nearest pole, and he reached up, grasping the pole, pulling himself up, spinning around, climbing higher and higher, bending backwards, flirting with the crowd, milking it for all the drama it was worth.
She likes the boys in the band, she knows when they come to town
Every musician's fan after the, curtain comes down
She waits at backstage doors for those who have prestige
Who promise fortune and fame, a life that's so carefree...
Slipping back towards the floor, he maneuvered his body so that the audience could see his face. Well, and his chest. The whole... package. And fell into elegantly tumbling circles around the the pole, before coming to a full stop right in front of the audience. One hand reached higher and the other reached lower, way lower, grabbing his inner thigh and thrusting up, rolling his hips to the shouts of the women.
She's says that's ok, hey baby do what you want
I'll be your night lovin' thing, I'll be the freak you can taunt
And I don't care what you say, I want to go too far
I'll be your everything if you make me a star.
Almost robotic movements of a smooth, somehow still natural, dance. He moved in a perfect trance, choreography flawless, movements precise and seductive. Well planned out and quick to receive all sorts of approval from the audience. Every inch of exposed skin glistened with golden sparkles ans sweat, tantalizing, drawing this point, Sarah had forgotten all about her drink, hypnotized by the almost magic dance of the man on the stage.
Dirty Diana, no, Dirty Diana, no
Dirty Diana, no, Dirty Diana, let me be!
Oh no... Oh no... Oh no...
The Goblin King stalked over to the pole that had gone untouched for most of the performance and climbed up in a series of quick spins, expertly maneuvering around the bar, dipping and swerving. Abruptly, he let go and slid to the ground, crouching, and slowly getting back up, hips the only thing in contact with the pole. After a quick smile at the crowd, he flung himself away, towards the center of the stage, spun around once, twice, three times, ending up with his back to the crowd. Legs crossed, arms flung out, letting loose a cloud of glitter as the music cut off and the stage went dark.
The crowd erupted in animalistic noises, hooting and screeching and yelling and whooping.
Sarah Williams let go of a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and took a long drink of her Snapple and slamming it down on the table, hard.
"That's just not fair," she croaked, blinking slowly.
"I know," said Hoggle in a rather matter of fact tone, "That glitter's going to be a pain to clean up."