A kiss under the Velvet Moon

The night is young

The dancer approached the long silver bar in the middle of the stage which poked out of the flooring. Grasping it with both hands, she began to twirl herself around it as the music began mimicking sounds of human forms in the depths of passion. She suggestively ran her hands up against her body as she held bar tightly between her thighs.

She then lifted her legs above her head extending them until they were spread eagle above her.

With one leg wrapped around the metal, the other reached the floor, using the very tip of her shoe she then spun in a quick circle.

She then flung her head back eying the crowd before letting her knee slip until she was sitting on the floor, her back up against the silver bar.

Her legs wide apart, as she then flipped herself on her back. She made some lewd gestures with her body before flipping back over on her knees. Squinting her eyes, for a brief moment she began scanning the dim lit room. She let her eyes wander throughout the crowd,

until a pair of striking blue eyes met mine.

Screams and s****l induendos filled the stale sharp vanilla scented air as she climbed to her feet, the roundness of her bottom sticking out as if begging to be touched. I eyed her curiously as she used her finger to draw a heart on her abdomen.

Not letting her eyes leave mine, her tongue ran over her lipstick stained lips, mouthing the words, "meet you in a minute" in my direction.

The song began to wind down as every bit of her once scantly clothed body began to be revealed, inch by inch until there was nothing left on her but a piece of black string around and up her backside.

Men began to howl like dogs in heat as the music came to a stop. Green paper bills of every caliber began to rain down on her like paper rain, until the stage was filled with cash. Grey blew a kiss into the crowd and made her way off stage.

The announcer, came back on shortly after and the lights began to flicker back to life.

" Everyone give it up for our sexy Grey. Told you she would knock your socks off. She told me to tell you, she will be back next week, no lap dances tonight, sorry Gentleman. "

Clapping slowed as some sighed in disappointment. A few older men in black suits even got up from thier chairs and walked out.

Ridiculous! I thought to myself, I picked up the untouched scotch beside me and took a good sip. A slight tingle touched my tongue but quickly faded. Alcohol lost it's burn, I could drink a gallon of it and not feel a thing. It would probably take that much to make me feel even alittle bit tipsy.

Taking another long sip I sat the glass on the table before me. A lady looking to be in her mid thirties came up behind me, way too close, Her fruity cinnamon breath on my ear. In a high pitched musical voice, she whispered " Gina says to come to the backroom, she will meet you there." The black chocolate haired beauty then patted my shoulder as she turned back to a gentleman at a nearby table, taking his empty drinks in her hands.

Smoothing my shirt down in the front, I lifted myself off the stool and took the my drink in my hand. I weaved around a few chumps watching a girl of barely eighteen. She was the one who had approached me when I first arrived. She was shaking her tail in the direction of the overweight business men. She was chewing a piece of gum like a cow chewing cud and her facial expression held displeasure. When she twirled around, her mouth was instantly smiling, a wide fake grin filled her face. I could tell in her eyes that she was filled with pure annoyance.

She'd probably been poked and prodded one to my times, she was only here for the cash, most, normal dancers, held the same beliefs.

She completely ignored me as I walked by which was completely fine by me. I almost feel pity for her, but push the feelings aside, she knows why she is here, whom am I to judge?

Just as Grey was here to to slide her fingers greedily into every evil man's pocketbook, I was here to find them and butcher them. We all had our purpose, in a place like this, however high classed in may be.

Walking past the overcrowded bar, another announcement was made overhead. A new dancer would be on the stage in a few minutes and she was brand new, night was her debut.

Good luck to her! I had more pressing things commence.

The sounds of murmurs and low grunts could be heard from behind the red draped curtains as I walked by the "private dance areas". There was nothing private going on behind them. It was pretty obvious, what kind of not so private indecency was being performed and how much money was probably quietly transferred behind closed doors. No one could passed through the "champagne rooms" without a thousand dollars a pop. They might as well post brothel, in a big glowing light above the entrance, so distasteful.

Money is power! Money can buy just about anything and the men that walk through the doors of this club, are looking for anything but love. The smell of cinnamon and a hint of vanilla made my nostrils flair as I neared the door to the back stage. It was wear all the exotic dancers got dressed and underdressed between each set. I knocked on the door three times to alert the others of my arrival and entered nonchalantly into the bright lit backroom.

A mirror lined one whole wall on the right on

side of the room, metal barstools with fluffy pink tops sat in front of a long shelves full of makeup, lotions, anatomic objects, and contraptions, I had no intention of interacting with.

Most of the dancers were out on the floor trying to fool desperate men out of their money. The few That still remain in the back room, were already dressed in a pair of sweatpants and overly large sweater jackets, ready for the night to be done. Lacey and Meg, eyed me and nodded as I walked by, they were used to me being back here, they barley acknowledged me.

Lacey was in her mid twenties, she was pretty enough but had a bad drinking problem that made her look wornout. Her eyes were dull brown and wrinkles were overcrowding her beauty. She looked like she could be in her early forties and her smile was plastic.

Meg was in thirties, she was overly endowed, and her mounds were definitely purchased. Nothing about her drew in my fancy. Black hair was weaved into her natural blond, her bright blue nails were way to long, and her nose too pointed. She was made to dance, her looks would not make it further then a skin flick.

A dim light crawled out front underneath one of the three dressing rooms in the way back next the several racks of hangers full of sexy costumes and lingerie. I tapped my knuckles to the door, only a hand appeared beside the slit of the doorframe. A slider finger beckoned me from behind. Sliding the door to the side hinge, I opened to find arms pulling into it, lips forcing my mouth to part.

Instantly turned on, I pushed a very nude Grey back up against the wall of the small dressing room.

I let her greedy hands rip at my clothing, unbuttoning my pants until there was nothing left between us but skin. Her mouth finding mine once again with hers. Her finger gliding over my back, pulling her closer.

Like I said before, I was the only man leaving with, or better yet, sleeping with any one here tonight.

Gina had her way with me, as I stood there inside the narrow changing closet. It was just me and her indulging in feelings that had nothing to do with love or passion, only lust.

Our relationship had nothing to do with anything but selfishness and greed. She helped me find new kills and I helped her release, without the need for a boyfriend.

She wanted nothing to do with catty romance, we used each other, in a friends with benefits kind of way.

One need fulfilled for the other, I saw nothing wrong with it.

I would never love another, not like I did my beloved Alexia. This was just indulgence in adulterated biological urges, we both agreed, that was all it would ever be.

I was slightly attracted to her devilish charms, and she had an unhealthy obsession in my unique lifestyle. It was like she got off on the fact that I had to feed, that and she helped me find my victims here right underneath the flashing neon lights.

She was the female version of myself I guess, she was vicious when she needed to be, smart, cunning, and could take care of herself.

That is why I was so drawn to her, the moment she kicked Mr. d**k in his face, I was drawn to her light a moth to a flame.

I watched as Gina pulled on a pair black stretchy pants and a loosely fit pull over grey sweater. She said my touch always made her chilly, I was the ice to her heat, a perfect mix of iced tea to her coffee.

" Thank you my sexy killer, I really needed that, I was so hot!

The moment our eyes met, I wanted to strip your clothes off and ride you into next Thursday." She eyed me from a hand full of her flame red wig she was holding in her fist. Her natural hair was the color of a golden sunset, blond strands of sun silk hair hanging just below her bra strap. Her eyes were truly mesmerizing striking blue like the sky above during the morning sunrise. Bright with a hint of mystery, she was anything but innocent, she had something hiding inside her just waiting to break free, I just wasn't sure what it was yet.

Grey had a peculiarly awful start in life and her back story wasn't a happy one. At the age of five Gina lived with her mother and father in the small town in Kansas, somewhere out in the sticks. Her mother was a drug addict and her father a school teacher. He taught fifth grade at her very own elementary school, which was down the road from their trailer court.

She could still remember how loud the thunder of the freightliner used to scare her. The beast of metal screeching as it raced down the tracks, shaking all the walls around her.

The smell of smoke and alcohol permeated the small plastic tin box they called thier home. The snores of her twenty five year old mother could be heard for miles. She was plastered to the linoleum floor, passed out from a recent high.

Her mother Terry wasn't always this way but after many miscarriages, followed by her older brothers death, Terry fell down a dark path and there was no leading her back to the light.

Her father Greg took care of them as best he could but he was rarely home. It was either that, it killed him to see the love of his life in that state or he had a lover on the side, but Gina was too young at the time to fathom it.

"Gina, baby!" Mama's call came from the front room, Gina was sitting on the edge of her twin bed, feet dangled over the side, barbie doll in hand.

She let the burnett haired doll fall from her grasp. She climbed down from the tower of pillows and blankets that lay atop her mattress. Her mom was high as a kite again, and she wanted one of two things. Either she wanted her to grab the vodka bottle that she had "hidden" inside the freezer, or she wanted her to grab a another pack of cigarettes off the dresser in her bedroom.

Letting out a long gulp of air, Gina opened her bedroom door that lead into a dim lit hallway. Loud music greeted her smack in the face so she instinctively covered her sensitive ears with her hands. " Coming mama".

She yelled, trying to be heard over the screaming voices, sounding more tone-deaf than musically inclined.

This was a headache waiting to happen. She walked over to the small boom box sitting on the top of shelve next to the kitchen and immediately turn it down. The ringing of death metal still filled her ears. Who the heck listens to this junk? My mother, that's who! My wacked out, high as a kite mom. She shook her head briskly back and forth, trying to shake away the thought of her my mother on stage taking a big juicy bite out of a bat with a famous musician.

Yuck !

She then approached the sullen face of her mother Terry. Her eyes were glassy and pupils like pinpoints, black as the center of a bullseye's.

Her mom gave her a clumsy hug, her breath smelled horrid, and voice was slurred like she already had a few two many swings of something hard.

" Baby sit, with me, I want to cuddle you." She said her sweaty hands entangling her before she could pull away. Her closeness was already beginning to cause severe claustrophobia but Gina obediently sat down in front of her, without struggling, she didn't want to be backhanded again, the bruise on her cheek from a previous encounter was almost gone.

She felt her fingers grip her greasy hair pulling into a small braid. Feeling her hot breath against her neck, she struggled to keep the braid straight and finished it with a slight pull. Gina frowned but dare not yelp, with her free hand her mother attached a frayed black ponytail to the end. Gina had plans to tear it out just as soon as she was able to make it back to her room. She could tell it was a mess and her mother had tangled it up into braided strands of golden blond greasy rats. She hated when her mama touched hair, as her mama was never gentle when she did.

Seven years old and alone in the world, this wasn't her mother. The mother she remembered was sweet, always smiling, and never once had a drink or cigarette pressed to her lips.

Her mother was definitely not strung out with nappy brown tresses of hair tied into dreadlocks, this woman, was no one she knew.

When she had grown tired of her, Terry pushed at her daughters shoulders tell her to go away as she pressed a wet kiss to the top of her messy hair. Her arms like skeletal flesh on bone, gripped her forearm holding her in place before she could let her go. " Gina baby, please could you grab my pack of cigs on the side table in the bedroom please. " She let go of her harsh grip, her arms falling at her sides.

She was somewhere in-between conscious and unconscious, her eyes were merely slits of glassy blue green.

Gina wanted to cry but held it in, placing her mother's smokes on the edge of the orangie stained couch, she silently walked away, back to her room, her safe place. At least her mother would not be burning the house down tonight.