I had been here a lot since moving back to New Zealand about six months ago. I had been living in Greece, on a sort of working sabbatical from the local university. Since I lived two blocks from here it was the first place I went for a drink after I moved in. Once I walked in I had kept coming back. It was… different I guess.
A hole in the wall leading to an underground club larger than you would guess with a dark nature-like atmosphere, lush green furnishings and playing a lot of industrial, metal and rock music, ‘Nymph’ was the hottest alternative club in town.
Although there was another reason why I had kept coming here, I’d never tried to find out her name but she had turbulent emerald eyes and gorgeous black hair and was slightly taller than my 5’9. I’d guess just shy of 5’11.
Well, thats what I called her anyway, since she was the owner of this club. I thought she was, simply, the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. Unfortunately, I’d never worked up the nerve to actually speak to her. I was pretty sure tonight wouldn’t be any different. My friends hadn’t shown yet so I started circling the club, looking for a good table and checking out the people. The place was starting to get busy and I couldn’t find a table so I went down to the next level, the main dance floor was down here and it wasn’t as busy as the entrance level yet. There was a second bar that stretched almost the length of one side of the room and I found a standing table towards the furtherest corner of the room just back from the first tables surrounding the edge of the floor.
My stone gray pinstripe coat started to make me feel warm and I slid it off, exposing tanned skin and lithe but muscled arms. I was now clad only in my matching waistcoat and breast strapping. Outside of their strapping my breasts are full but not overly large, I imagine strapping them down would be more painful if they were. I’m pretty average in build but years of gym workouts and swimming have muscled me up. I was glad I’d chosen my ass-hugging black leather biker pants, no matter how unforgivingly warm they might become, when I saw the Nymph making her sweep of her club.
As she mingled through the crowd, shaking hands and smiling, flirting where appropriate I couldn’t take my eyes of her. Midnight black hair streamed the full length of her back, all in pencil braids and entwined with ribbons of hot pink, sky blue and grass green. Loosely tied back from her face and held in check by a few braids looped around the fullness that moved as if filled with life all its own. As I watched her I surveyed the crowd, everybody turned to watch her, even the gay boys couldn’t seem to keep their eyes to themselves as she sauntered seductively through the growing waves of people. I could feel myself moisten as I watched her intently, the sweep of her grass green skirt wasn’t too wide as she spun from a customer to her assistant to order a round for a table of VIP’s. The hem fell just below the line of her knee and my breath quickened for an instant as I took in the full view of her. A sheer matching grass green corset showed off a more ample bosom than mine, with a beautiful jade pendant in the shape of a tree hanging just above the cleft from around a long and slender neck that I wanted to sink my teeth into. Her long porcelain legs were toned, chiselled muscle and she wore simple heels in matching green. I shivered from desire as she walked towards me, full lips shaped into a dazzling smile. The bangles that decorated both wrists were the same colours as the ribbons twisted through her braids and a jade armband encircled one of her toned biceps.
By extrordinary luck I had picked the table behind the group of her friends that she had invited that night. The only seat left being closest to my table I had a great view as she bent over slightly to pull out her seat. The tautness of her skirt showed the luscious curve of her ass before falling loosely away and I couldn’t help but look, well… actually stare is more accurate. Before she could sit she leaned across the table to greet her friends and I saw part of the tattoo that adorned her back for the first time. I strained my eyes in order to see more, following the twisting almost root-like tendrils from the base of her spine, I noticed runes and Greek characters knotted throughout the trunk that ran up her spine, hard to see between the lacings of the sheer corset she wore and I leaned closer to her without realising. Trying to see the branches I could just make out under the shimmery green fabric.
So engrossed was I that I didn’t register my friend Nicole, waving manically and making her way through the throng of people, until the Nymph turned around to see who she was waving too. Knowing it wasn’t her, she turned to find me staring at her back. I smiled as I glanced upward, since I had been caught I figured there was no harm in admiring the rest of her tattoo. My deep brown eyes followed the tattoo around her torso. Leaves, more runes and Greek characters woven into branches covered her smooth flesh and slid up towards her perky D-cup breasts, which unfortunately were covered by less sheer fabric I couldn’t see through. Raising my eyes to glance to her face and gauge her reaction I was pleased to see a playful smile on her lips as she turned away from me and sat down and I was joined by Nicole, Jill and Bobbi.
“Hey Aria.” Nicole greeted me as she pulled out a stool and leaned back into Bobbi’s arms.
“Who’s got your attention tonight?” Jill, my ex and best friend asked me as her greeting as she came round and hugged me.
“Only you,” I answered as I hugged her in return, smiling over her thin shoulder at my flatmates.
“Bullshit.” Jill laughed as she pulled up another stool.
“We all know its the raven haired beauty behind us.” Bobbi joined in.
“Yeah the one that owns this place,” Nicole piped up.
“The one you nearly always stare at…” Jill finished as they all laughed at my expense.
“Pfft, you all say that like I’m the only one of us that does.” I joked as I pointedly looked at each of them in turn.
“Well, at least we aren’t as obvious.” Nicole smiled at me.
“Anybody here got work or study plans early tomorrow?” I asked, keen to escape their good-natured torment.
“I’m free so I’m getting shots and chasers. Speak now or suffer the consequences.” I announced backing away towards the bar. Getting smiles and thumbs up from them I turned and went to order drinks.
Coming back with a tray of Black Mamba shots (Black Sambuca and cream liquer) and four whiskey and cokes we started our night with a toast to the Equinox.
“Blessed be.” We choursed before downing each shot. The dance floor began to fill and Snake River Conspiracy pumped from the speakers.
We filed out to the floor, whiskey and cokes in hand, not really worried about our stuff at the table as we could all see it from where we ended up. I started swaying to the music, feeling buzzed from the shots I found it easier to dance. Usually I was the dyke who sat in the corner, watching everybody else. Tonight I wanted to be part of the swelling, undulating crowd, dancing and swaying and free. I saw Jill smile at me as she danced closer to me, leaning in so I could hear her as she said something about Nic and Bobbi. I looked their way, giggling as I saw Bobbi’s hand slide up under Nicole’s shirt and caress her lover’s stomach as they started making out. My arms drew Jill closer to my body and we danced to the husky haunting sound of the music being played, our bodies moving together in familiar rhythm. Jill’s hands roamed slowly over my back, snaking under the waistcoat I wore to knead the muscles of my lower back.
“You look hot when you dance” she whispered in my ear.
“You always look hot.” I said. But when I felt her hands slide down and cup my ass, pulling me closer so that the strap-on I was wearing rubbed against her pelvic bone I wanted to back off, I knew this was a bad idea as it was when we first hooked up.
“I did always love the fact you come prepared.” Jill laughed as she stroked the strap-on through my leather pants.
I laughed, grabbing her hands away “Now, now. No more of that. We both know its not a good idea.”
Jill smiled at me, “Fine, but you know you’re missing out.” She called out as she headed to the bar to order more shots for us all.
Grabbing Nicole and Bobbi, I headed back to the table and we all downed our tequila shots. Deciding they weren’t enough I headed back to the bar, ordering another couple rounds of Black Mamba’s and whiskey and coke’s.
“Put those on the house account Aroha,” a deep, sultry voice said behind me as a long-boned feminine hand was placed on my shoulder.
“And add a couple rounds of those Black Mamba’s for me and my table as well.” The Nymph nodded to the bartender as she slid her hand lightly down my back.
“Sure thing, boss.”
“So…” The Nymph said as she turned her sparkling emerald gaze on me… “Your group seems to be having a good time tonight.”
I smiled, “Yeah we are, thanks.” My mouth felt dry as I wet my lips. She was so close to me, I hadn’t seen her this close before and my clit throbbed as I returned her gaze.
“We always do, actually. You run a great club.” I stammered looking for conversation as the bartender finished up one tray of shots and drinks, putting them out and starting on the next tray.
“Well, your welcome. I don’t think we’ve met before,” she said extending her hand towards me, “I’m Daphne.”
“Aria.” I replied taking her hand in mine. It was warm and silken and I liked the feel of her hand in mine, “It’s my pleasure to meet you.” I murmered as I raised her hand to my mouth and kissing the back of it.
“Charmed, I’m sure.” Daphne said as she giggled, clearly amused. “I didn’t think anybody did that anymore.”
“Perhaps they should, Daphne.” I replied, trying my hardest to focus on her eyes rather than her breasts which were even more gorgeous and full up close. I was acutely aware of her body inches from mine, the heat of her radiated around me. I struggled to say something else.
“So, was your name inspiration for the club?” I asked, gesturing around me.
Daphne raised one pointed eyebrow at me.
“Like the nymph that turned herself into a tree to escape Apollo’s infatuation.” I continued. Trying to think of something else to say.
“Yes actually.” She turned toward the bar as the second tray of drinks was placed in front of us.
“Most people don’t make the connection,” she smiled. “Do you like Greek history?”
I smiled, a topic I knew something about. “Yeah I love it. I teach it actually.”
“Teach it? Thats cool.” Daphne motioned to the bartender who began making two more shots.
“You’ll have to try this shot then. I call it Apollo’s Downfall.”
“I thought you might be.”
Glancing around the crowd as I waited, not sure what to say next, I noticed Jill hooking up with a girl at our table. Feeling slightly relieved, I turned to pick up my Apollo’s Downfall.
“What should we drink too?” Daphne asked as we raised our glasses.
“How about to Spring, since tonight is the Equinox.”
“To Spring.” We chimed in unison as we downed our shots.
The sharpness hit my tongue and burned my throat as I swallowed. Her head tilted back to swallow her shot and I was mesmerised, watching her. Taking the opportunity to roam my eyes over her body hungrily, I imagined running the tip of my tongue along those tattooed branches, under her sheer green corset. I could see them clearly this close. My hands ached to grasp her hair, her breasts or her hips as I suckled one of her nipples, her clit.
I wanted her desperately.
I raised my eyes and was met by an amused gaze, triumphant and knowing.
“Wow. What was in that shot?” I asked, throat dry my voice came out husky with my desire.
“Absinthe, ouzo and a secret ingredient. No other drink has it.” She smiled as she lifted her tray. “I better go, and I really should let you get back to your girlfriend and friends.” Daphne said as she turned away.
“I don’t have a girlfriend.” I answered, “But my friends will be wondering what I’ve done with their drinks.” I joked.
Daphne turned her head back, long black braids and coloured ribbons flicking over her shoulder as she did.
“Oh I thought the blonde was your girl. Looked like it on the floor.” She called out as she moved through the crowd.
Lifting my tray I followed her back to my table.
“Finally Aria!” Nicole cried out as I placed the tray down.
“Almost sent out a rescue team for you.” Bobbi joked.
“Yeah we were gonna make posters with your picture on them and everything.” Jill finished.
“Alright, alright.” I waved my arms in surrender, “Next time one of you pays then.” I shot back. My limbs felt light and airy, and I glanced over at Daphne who was back with her group, handing out the Black Mamba’s. Electric chills shivered along my spine as I looked at her. I wanted to go back over to her, I felt drawn to her, like a compass drawn North. My breath came in shorter gasps as I stared.
“You should try talking to her.” Jill said to me. Startling me from my reverie. The girl she had picked up was feeling her up, kissing the back of her neck. Careless of the crowd. I did my share of the shots, one after the other, after the other and sculled half my whiskey and coke before answering her.
“I did speak to her. Her name’s Daphne.”
Nicole and Bobbi stopped making out and stared at me, Jill stopped her pick up from feeling her up.
“What? That explains why you took so long at the bar then.” Jill squealed excitedly.
“Strike out?” Bobbi asked.
“No. Thanks for your vote of confidence by the way.” I scoffed, “I think she was watching us dance before.”
“Well, since the shots are gone, I was gonna suggest dancing again.” Nicole said. Leading Bobbi to the floor by her hand, and pulling her into the pumping crowd of dancers.
“Let’s go,” Jill said over her shoulder, doing the same with her new girl.
What the hell I thought as I followed my friends into the swaying masses.
As Perfect Circle played out of the club’s speakers, I swayed along as if in a trance. I felt so alone as I looked around me. I noticed people everywhere were hooking up, grinding on each other, half of them were practically having sex on the dance floor. Bobbi and Nicole certainly were. Jill and her conquest were nearly there as well. I felt wrong and out of place amongst the masses of people enjoying each other, a lemon in a bowl full of apples, I needed to get some air so I left the floor and found myself outside in the smokers area which was practically empty.
“Are you feeling okay? You look a little peaky.” Daphne’s voice seemed to wrap around me like vines, little leaves of firey desire tickling the sensitive skin around my ears, blazing down around my breasts, my stomach and my hips.
“I could really use a glass of water, I guess.” I said as I turned to find her standing close to me, holding a glass of water.
Daphne smiled, her teeth were white and straight and her lips full and inviting as she offered me the water.
“How did you know?” I asked as I took the water and sculled half of it down in one long swallow.
Daphne shrugged. “It’s my job.” She laughed, and a cute blond guy walked out. She moved closer to me to let him pass by her, hooking her foot on the bottom bar around the high table we stood at. Casually the inside of her thigh rested against the outside of mine, the vines of fire I could feel around me snaked their way down my legs, between my thighs. My nipples stiffened under the strapping and razor sharp desire sliced through to the centre of me. My hands shook slightly from the strain of resisting the urge to drag my nails lightly up her thigh to her enticing womanhood. I sipped my water for something to do.
I didn’t know what she was saying, all I could focus on was the way her hair brushed my shoulder as she leant close to my ear to talk to me. The smell of sunlight surrounded me, as though shining through a canopy of trees and flowers, like river water soaked into fresh dirt. I felt her arm rest upon my back, her fingers absently twirling locks of hair at the bottom of my short hair line. I readjusted the green strap-on I wore beneath my pants, the delicious pressure building around the end inside me lessened.
Her hot breath moistened my neck, her ample breasts brushed my bicep and I reached for her, unable to stop myself. Drawing her fully against me, my arm locked around her hips, my hand lightly rested on the swell curve of her buttocks. I bought my lips close enough to faintly taste her lipstick when I licked my lips, before she pressed her lips to mine. Her mouth opened to me, and as her tongue wrestled with mine her other hand slid under my waistcoat massaging my chest through the strapping. Her grip on my neck strengthened, hardened to be as unyeilding as oak as we claimed each others lips, tongues and breath.
“Come to the floor, lover.” Daphne purred as she led me inside. The music was louder and crowds of people pressed against me as I followed her onto the dance floor. She turned to face me in the middle of the pulsating crowd, running her hands firmly over her breasts and down her hips as she swayed to the music.
My feet followed her, my hands ran over her hips as I danced slightly away from her. Her strong fingers interlaced with mine, my hands were drawn with hers over her rounded stomach, her full breasts. I heard her moan as she squeezed them gently, could feel the hardness of her nipples under my palms as Daphne moved them over the light fabric back down to her hips. Releasing my hands she drew me closer by my hips. Tracing her hand lightly over the front of my pants, my strap-on firm beneath her grasp. I felt it move inside me as she tugged on it lightly, my pussy convulsed slightly and felt incredible around the hard, warm strap-on end inside me and Daphne smiled.
I enfolded her strong body in my arms, kissing the base of her neck, over her collarbone I ran my tongue, nipping lightly at her shoulder. My hands roamed over her body, stopping now and then to massage and tease. Her moans were loud in my ear as her hands found my body, fervently stroking my back and my shoulders. We swayed, locked together. Her pelvis brushed mine, we moved in time to the music. People around us groped at us as we kissed passionately. Somebody reached from behind to unbutton my waistcoat as Daphne’s hands grabbed me firmly by the ass, grinding against my strap-on, I let it slide over my arms, not really caring who was removing it. A cute redhead was undoing Daphne’s corset from behind her as my hands came back to her torso. The redhead smiled at me over Daphne’s shoulder, undoing the last hook she slid her hands up over Daphne’s sides before teasingly removing the sheer fabric. Revealing the dark green tree tattoo in its full glory. It was beautifully done, the twisting branches and leaves fanned over her breasts and I traced my fingers lightly down over the delicate knotwork that filled the trunk and flowed smoothly into the roots that ended just above the band of her skirt. The redhead grasped both of Daphne’s breasts firmly in her small hands and tweaked the stiff pink nipples as I snarled lightly at her. Daphne moaned loudly as I licked around and between the redheads fingers, suckling and tonguing the dusky pink flesh of her nipples. My hands stroked the beautiful orbs, the skin lightly tanned and her jade pendant caught the light, gleaming slightly. Somebody ran their hands over my back, coming to a stop on each side of my torso and then I felt a moist warmth start at the bottom of my spine, a swirling tongue found the hollow there and I swore softly as I groaned from pleasure. The smell of female musk filled the atmosphere and my cunt was soaked when Daphne reached for my belt buckle. Urgency filled us both and somehow I guided us towards the front of the floor as she undid my fly, peeling the leather over my hips and freeing the strap-on slightly. Solidly we slammed up against the stage where the dj booth was, I pushed her up against it, lifting her ass onto the stage so I could reach her with my mouth. I roughly pulled her skirt off, tossing it on the floor behind me. I took a moment, burning the image of her in my mind. Long black pencil braids and coloured ribbons streaming over her smooth naked rounded body, her emerald eyes awash with undiluted lust for me, the tattoo moving as she breathed heavily and she bit her lip as I ran my hands up over her inner thighs and hooked my fingers around the black lace thong. Her ample breasts quivered and heaved as I pulled it slowly down, exposing a neat trim landing strip of short black hair and a glistening, heavily swollen slit I couldn’t wait to slide my tongue into.
I revelled in the scent of her desire as my tongue found her slit, the taste delcious as I traced up to her clit and then swirled my tongue around the engorged bud. Groping her breasts and flicking her nipples with my finger nails I loved the way she called for me, throatily and husky from groaning. I grunted as her sharp nails and long fingers entwined in the hair at the base of my neck, sharply pulling the short strands while grinding her hungry sex on my chin, my nose and my tongue as I speared as deep as I could into her needy entrance tasting her inner juices. Intoxicated and aflame, I craved more, desperately straining for it. Daphne wrapped her legs around my shoulders, her feet dug into my spine and I grabbed her hips, bruising the flesh underneath my fingers. My tongue strove on, its movements faster but looser as I ran it over her slit, toying with her clit and suckling it between my lips. I felt the muscles of her thighs tense first, my head encased as it was between them. Her nails broke the skin at the base of my neck fractionally after and she cried out my name as her hips arched. All of her became rigid muscle as she orgasmed, flooding my tongue and my senses with her juices. Almost choking me as I swallowed as much of her satisfaction as I could. Her muscles relaxed and went fluid-like, and I pulled her up to meet my kisses. The taste of her mouth mingling with the taste of her pussy as her tongue filled my mouth, greedily tasting herself.
“Mmmm, that was incredible.” Daphne whispered between kisses, her hands tracing my jawline.
I looked at her, “You better not think you’ve finished Nymph.”
I slid her to the very edge of the stage where she sat. My fingers found her sopping entrance, all warm and slick. I slid a few of them inside her a couple times, stretching the ring of muscle at her opening, her sighs and moans testament to the fact she definitely wasn’t finished yet.
“Good, lover. You like that?” I murmered as my fingers increased their pace.
“Yeeesss, mmm… fuck yes.”
Daphne’s hands ran down the front of me, over the tight breast strapping, tracing firmly over my muscled abdomen and began wrenching my leather pants off. I slipped my shoes off, hands from behind me finished tugging the pants off as Daphne’s hands returned to my shoulders, her mouth left warm wet trails over my neck and down my collarbone and she stopped to tongue the hollow in the middle before travelling up the other side to my ear.
I was completely unaware of anything other than her. Lightening ran through my skin as she clawed at me. Her braids tickled my skin everywhere as they snaked around me, encompassing me. The pace of my fingers increased, and my little finger slipped easily in with the other three as I strove harder to keep up with her. Daphne’s hand wrapped around my strap-on, pulling on it to draw me closer. Her full lips touched mine and her tongue ran lightly across my mouth before she pulled away, laughing when I growled at her. I reached for her with both hands and roughly pulled her back to me by her thighs. I lifted her lightly up as she wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms were around my neck and I could feel the hotness of her breath and heard her sharp intake of breath as I gently entered her with my shaft.
“Yessss…” she hissed as she began to move with me, slowly at first I thrust into her, the firm silicone end inside my cunt rubbed maddeningly against the rough flesh behind my pelvic bone causing bolts of exquisite pleasure to run through me. I felt the hard wood of the stage under one of my palms as the other supported her while she rode me. Daphne increased the pace as she neared her release and I matched her as I felt her slick juices running down the length of my shaft, mingling with my own as I strove to please her entirely. Her silken breasts rubbed against my chin and I bent my head to capture one of her nipples in my mouth. Her moans were musical to me and I thrust harder wanting her cries louder, her need stronger for me. Together we sunk to the floor, my legs beginning to turn to jelly the closer my own orgasm became. I felt her hands in my hair as I ran my fingers over her breasts, tweaking her nipples and massaging the puckered flesh with my thumb before continuing down to her clit. Mesmerised by the sight of her moving under me.
Daphne’s hands clenched on my buttocks as I played with her clit, sweat beaded on her body and I loved the sheen that covered her. I didn’t know how much longer I could stay above the liquid heatwaves threatening to drown me in white hot pleasure while I watched her move against my thrusts, all of her in glorious motion, feeling the movement of her hips reverberate inside me. Even her tattoo seemed to move, the roots seemed to reach for my fingers as they played with Daphne’s clit, the branches shook over her breasts as she arched her back. It seemed to shine now that I actually looked, a sort of metallic viridian green. I bent my head to kiss her and the metallic tang of blood touched my tongue though there was none. Electric heat flooded my senses as I realised the sharp pain from my lips had come from her teeth and it pulsated through me as I came. Unable to hold back any longer I lost control of my body as my pussy convulsed around the firm silicone inside me. A strangled, guttural half-roar escaped me as I called her name, and Daphne’s sharp fingernails dug into the skin of my ass driving the strap-on deep inside her as my rhythm went crazily uneven.
Weakened, I tried to roll off of her but she wasn’t ready and her body ended up on top of mine. I could barely raise my arms from the aftermath of my orgasm but somehow they found her hips as she began to ride me. The sight of her working the long, thick shaft reignited the firey vines of need that had ensnared me since the shot she’d given me and it wasn’t long before I was meeting her rhythm again, though I was stilll reeling and half out of my mind with pleasure.
My hands roamed over the supple flesh of her breasts as they bounced and swayed in time with her movements. I tried to sit up but she pushed me back down, holding me there with strong hands on my breasts and I gave up trying to fight her. Every move she made stoked the firey vines of lust into blazing trees that danced over my vision as I watched her, her eyes half closed as she threw her head back. That long gorgeous hair streamed out around her and I wrapped some of my fingers in it, revelling in the softness of it as the midnight black curtain of hair fell around me when she leaned forward. Coloured ribbon tickled my neck sensually and her hand firmly grasped my jaw as Daphne locked eyes with me. Smouldering emerald captured me as I returned her gaze and her rhythm changed. A low groan escaped her as our lips met and I clasped my hands around her hips, driving as deep and fast as she could handle. Her eyes locked into mine as she moaned and convulsed on top of me caught in the throes of her orgasm. I heard her sigh my name as she kissed me, half conscious and I slipped the strap-on slowly out of her pussy as it quivered in its aftermath.
Around us, the people in the crowd were also crying out and moaning as they came. Everybody seemed to orgasm at the same time. They all appeared as if in a trance as they redressed or fixed their clothes, going back up to the bar or continuing to dance on the floor as if nothing had happened. Daphne and I collected our clothes and redressed ourselves though the people around us seemed unaware of our presence as we did so. I was zipping up my pants as Daphne turned to me.
“So… Yours or mine?” Daphne asked as she ran her hands down the front of my waistcoat.
I put my arm around her waist, kissing her neck as I responded.
“I’m only two blocks from here. But, what about the people? Won’t they remember what happened?”
“These mortals? I doubt it. Besides…” she said as we walked back to my table to collect my jacket “That extra ingredient is one Aphrodite gives me. Liquid lust and a memory charm. Zeus uses it frequently.”
Daphne laughed, “Oh yes lover. They are real.”
I picked my jacket up and downed the end of my drink as I turned to follow Daphne out of the club.
“Hey guys… When you get home, and the next couple days, don’t come in my room, I’m busy.” I said laughing over my shoulder.
Turning to Daphne and leaving the club I said, “You know you’ll have to fill me in on this real Olympian God thing, right?”
“All in time lover, first I want your undivided attention.” Daphne replied as she slid long fingers under the waistband of my leather pants.
“That will definitely be my pleasure.” I answered with a smile.