The Meaning of Leather, a Romance fanfic

Hi, I'm Nacomis. I posted this earlier but took it off and I decided to give it another try. So here goes. Constructive critism is welcome.

My high white boots hit the pavement in a comforting rhythm that I knew all too well. I tried to concentrate on it, but found my eyes wondering as they always did, back to the grubby pink sign and neon lighting. It was hard not to notice the place. The walls were painted in a peely rose-colored paint that made the place look old and slightly run down. Though it was far from it.

Even from far away you could see the long line snaking around the building. People anxiously waiting to be let in, like restless tigers, they fought with the guard who held them back.

I walked around the people waiting in the line that winded back to the parking lot, and ended up next to the guard with a large black trench coat on. I kissed him on both cheeks, the price for entering, and walked on in.

Walking in to the back room I promptly threw off my jacket revealing the clothes I had wanted to hide on the street. They didn’t need to be hidden here. Glancing around I saw a few of the others here. All in black leather, except me. My clothes were white, pure. That was how it was supposed to be.

The wait now, I knew, would be short, it always was. I put on the silver eye shadow and jet-black mascara, just enough to notice, not too much to look like a whore. Though I was almost as bad as one.

The music started and the others all left, leaving me alone and reckless. This was what I needed or maybe it wasn’t. I really didn’t know. Thinking about it no more I threw back the black curtain. Nobody could see me, yet.

My boots clinked against the wooden upper floor as I found the railing, I was in the spotlight and I didn’t regret it. With little energy I grinded in mid-air, all the while holding on to the railing for support.

The crowed roared there approval with whistles and shouts. I smiled seductively and kept on by grabbing a pole and sliding down. The landing was as smooth as ever as I kept my leg wrapped around it and danced.

Pressing my body to the pole I saw several men’s eyes travel the length of my body, from my slightly enhanced breasts to my round butt, never looking at my face. I walked out to where the others were. Ending my little pole stint I began to dance. It wasn’t like we had a routine, but when I was there we always did the same thing, and truthfully this was my favorite part.

I saw the guards in the corner watching us. They always did. People freely entered the club without anyone’s notice of age. Not that I minded. It was better to dance for horny 17 year olds then middle-aged men who were sexually deprived.

I plastered a small smile, that guys always found gorgeous, on my face and went all out. One of the others came up behind me and grabbed my hips. We were all in a sort of line, grinding with each other. Working our hips to the music and forgetting about the reality that was waiting for us, waiting to suck us back in.

I spotted my boss from a corner motioning to me. I stepped away from the line and walked slowly swaying my ass side-to-side as I did so, approaching a table. Someone handed me money and I stuck it inside my shirt. This would do. I grabbed the pole that was located in the center and pulled my self up giving a lot of the guys a good look up my soon to be shed skirt.

I grabbed the pole, swung around it once more, and began to dance yet again. My shirt slowly was pulled off revealing the French lingerie that was underneath. The men’s hungry faces were looking at my skirt lustfully thinking about what was underneath it. I playfully shook my head at them. Not until I get more money, they knew what it meant.

I bent over seeing the thing I came here for, and allowed the man to put it in my bra. I arched my back leaning back against the pole, waiting for my skirt to be taken off my one of them. One of them did the honors undoing the buttons one by one savoring the few seconds he had.

I stood, now in my bra and thong caressing the pole. The men were digging around for more money, and I knew that there wasn’t going to be any. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. It was comfortable, but it was more fun being bare. The men’s faces fell as I pulled back on my short skirt and strutted away to find someone else.

“How did ‘ya do?” One of the others that I actually knew asked.

I shrugged hoping it was more than I thought, “Couple hundred maybe.” I grinned at her. She led me across the street and into a bar. I smiled and sidled up to the counter giving the bartender I knew so well, a sultry smile.

“Usual?” I nodded and waited until I got what I wanted. He slid a glass of dark liquid over to me. I grabbed it and drank letting it slide down my throat and loving the slight burning feeling I got from it.

“What is it?” The other questioned.

I stopped drinking to look at her for a second, “Rum and Coke.” She made a face and turned to order a beer.

“Sarah?” She turned to me, “Let’s go dance.” I said pointing to a couple of guys who had been staring at us since our entry.

“Don’t you ever get tired?” Her face was worn but as always very beautiful.

I shook my head, “Not of dancing.” I walked up to them doing my best too look sexy. They smiled at me, but I avoided them. I wanted the one who hadn’t been staring. He faced the other way, but when I tugged at his hand intimately he followed me onto the dance floor. I placed my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his blond hair. Sticking my crotch in his, we grinded. His hands were on my back chastely and I smirked. This one was a nice one his fingers never even touching my ass. I pressed my body harder against him moving with the beat.

The song ended and I took a step backwards wondering if he would want more. He faced me and his dark eyes seemed to burn through mine. I didn’t glance away. He turned around and I knew that he didn’t dare to want more or else he was too proud to even try.

The rest of the men I danced with were nothing like him. The rest groped my ass and looked down my shirt. I let them all the while making sure I kept an eye on his dark shadow. He didn’t move until 1:00 a .m. when the band stopped playing and I finally retired from dancing. He didn’t ask for my number or my name. He just left. That was how I wanted it.

“Ready?” Sarah asked from behind me. I jumped and nodded walking out to my car. It was a beat up station wagon. Not the greatest but the best I could afford. Starting the car I was out of there and back to my house in a matter of minutes.

I sadly turned off the engine and ran quickly up to the door. Before I opened it I knew no one would be home, but I still checked the kitchen and living room just to make sure.

I glanced at the counter. No note. How normal. I knew where she had gone anyways, to the bar or casino trying to make some young guy fall in love with her. Typical mom.

Author's Note, aka something that you should read: I am going to say right now sorry for all the grammatical and spelling error, the person I had edit my stories... well, she doesn't edit them anymore so I did it myself, and I'm not the best with that kind of stuff. I love this story, the updates may be slow because I get stuck a lot, and stuff gets in the way. I love constructive critism... oh and btw I did repost this it was up maybe 4 or 3 months ago under this name but you know how it goes.

So read and review ... please