Club encounter

You come out of the bathroom at the club. Things seem... Different. Where is everyone? Has everyone really gone? Or is someone there? Between the lights?

Another longer piece! I've been having inspiration for more of these recently! Hopefully it keeps up.

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You stepped back out of the club’s bathroom. Lights were still flashing, music was still playing, a beat and melody that wormed its way into your head. But… Where was everyone? You couldn’t see another soul. But you heard the voice.

“Oh, sweetie, took a wrong door, did we?” You whipped around, looking for any sign of the voice’s owner. But there was nothing there. A low, husky laugh echoed in the room. “Darling, darling. If you want to see me, all you have to do is ask. But, fair warning, if you want to keep your mind, you might not want to ask.

That gave you pause. You stood, not moving, and desperately pondered what was going on. Was it something you had taken? Something you had drank? Nothing came to mind. This was new. The music continued, changing into a more lively beat. You found yourself absent mindedly tapping your foot to the rhythm.

“That’s it my sweet, feel the rhythm.” The voice had returned. And this time, you could swear you saw something, in the space between the club’s pulsing lights. A body, changing. Graceful and then powerful. A gait that one moment expressed languid confidence, and the next a hunter on the prowl. You stepped back towards the bathroom door, in shock. “Oh, what’s wrong human? Did you… See something?”

You tried to focus as the music wormed its way into your head. “Who- who are you?” You called out, finally finding your voice.

“Ooh, now that’s an interesting question. Who am I? It depends darling… What do you want me to be?” You caught movement in the corner of your eye, and turned, facing the stage. With its brilliant, pulsing lights. You found yourself caught, staring. Fascinated by the patterns. The voice seemed to be coming from the stage now. “Do you want a friend? A lover? Someone to dance the night away with?”

“I- I-” Your voice caught in your throat. Every thought you had was pushed away by the music and the lights. It was so hard to think. You saw a hand, beckon you forwards, towards the stage. Almost imperceptibly, something tugged on you, it felt slightly like you were being steered by a hand on your shoulder. A step, and then another. Each step felt easier than the last. It felt so natural to be guided like this.

The lights got brighter, and the music filled your head more and more, the closer you got to the stage. And soon enough you were at its foot, being lifted by invisible hands, to stand there, the lights and music making it nigh impossible to think, to move, to even consider what was happening. And then there was a voice in your ear, and breath on your neck.

“Or… Do you want to talk about what you want? Because we think we know.” A chorus of voiced joined in.

“We know what you want.”

“We know what you need, human.”

You felt arms wrapping around you. A warm, soft body holding you close. “You want to see.”

“You need to see.”

“You have to see.”

“Ask to see.”

“Beg to see.”

The voices were layering over one another, mixing with the music, so… so easy to listen. So easy to follow. You struggled to speak. “Want… Want to see.”

Giggles. Laughter, echoed around you. “Oh… human. That’s lovely of you to say!” And your vision filled. Eyes, with colourless pupils, barely inches from yours. Staring into you. Boring into you. Their colour did return, as the lights pulsed. Changing colours, dancing lights, just before your eyes. So easy to stare. So easy to watch. You couldn’t look away. You didn’t want to look away.

“That’s it darling. Keep watching. Don’t look away. Can’t look away. Let the music fill your head. Good job.” The voice was so soft. So sweet. So easy to listen to. It somehow cut through the music. It was just you, and the eyes’ owner. Embracing one another on the stage. Their lips came to yours, and you felt a warm, passionate heat fill your body as they kissed you. You could feel the heat flooding you filling your mind with little burst of pleasure, shutting it off, shutting you off.

The music slowed as they came away from you, and you could take them in. A soft face, Standing just a little taller than you, a body that begged you to worship. The beat had become a soft repeating tone, that pushed all of your thoughts out of your head. They smiled at you, and motioned to their eyes. Instantly, your gaze was stuck. They brushed your cheek with a silky soft hand. “You are a good pet.”

The statement filled your mind, echoing, reverberating, and then coming back. “I… am a good… pet.” Your voice felt alien to you. You couldn’t speak anything else, even if you wanted to.

They simply beamed at you as you responded. Their smile made your mind do a flip, it felt good to please them. “Mmm, good pet! Now, let’s talk about what you want. You want to play with us.”

“I want to play with you.”

“You want to make us happy.”

“I want to make you happy.”

“You want to obey.”

“I want to obey.”

“You want to dance with us.”

“I want to dance with you.”

They stopped, and took your hand. “Okay, pet. Then let’s dance!” They stepped off of the stage, taking you with them. And as you stood, on open air, you saw the crowd of others who had filled the dance floor. They caught you as you fell, and the music picked up again, your body moving to the beat. Moving to the rhythm of your new owners.