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Club Atmosphere

Contributed by silentpwn on Tuesday, 4th April 2006 @ 12:18:12 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

He’s passing off as an adult of 23, when really he’s nothing more than a student of 16.
Walks into the club with such pride, knowing he fooled the security guards that night.
“There has to be someone who realizes I’m underage,” Well of course there is. You’re standing in one spot, like you’ve been caged.
“This atmosphere isn’t for you,” says the beautiful lady dressed in blue.
He walks over to her, curious now as to why she picked him out of the crowd.
“It’s your baby face, and your big blue eyes, they clash with the dance floor and the bright spotlights.”
Maybe he should of ran out right then and there, but he didn’t leave, he stood by her bar stool and stared.
“Tell me your real age doll, this can’t be a crime, and I’ll show you a damn good time.”
He wants to leave with her but knows if he says 16, she’ll leave him there on his feet.
“I’m 18, and no stranger to clubs. What’s this good time you speak of?”
The beautiful lady, now with her legs propped on the bar, giggles and jumps up to her feet. “C’mon let’s go to my car.”
She takes his arm, and pulls him to the door. “Wait,” she kisses him, and he looks as if to beg for more.
He’s more shy than most, but no prude man. He’s so nervous, and can’t control his hands.
It’s the opposite of the relationships you hear about now, he wants more than physical, but to her… he was just in the crowd.
She can’t wait to get in the car, finally out of sight. His hands have already done enough damage for one night.
“So, baby… Where do you want me to drop you off?” Then he remembers his car in the parking lot.
“No where, it’s cool. I drove here in my own car,” “You sure, hun? We could still drink it up back at the bar…”
He’s had enough of this pleasure for today, she hands him her card and asks for her pay.

Copyright Â© silentpwn ... [ 2006-04-04 00:18:12]
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