New Year's Eve

‘The Tight Spot’ was our usual hunting ground, but tonight I expressed a desire to go somewhere different. My heart was racing and I was feeling edgy, as I paced my bedroom getting ready for a night out with Carol. Should I wear this, dare I? I had bought myself a skin-tight black PVC dress, that showed off every curve. Was it too much? No, I convinced myself. The wolf wanted to play tonight.

I picked her up in the Uber and when she opened the door, dressed in a silver sparkly top and hotpants, she blew out a long, slow whistle. “Wow, holy shit!” “Is that good or bad shit,” I smiled at her from the back seat, beckoning her in. “You look f*cking amazing Lucy, what the…” This was good, I was beginning to change on the outside too. People were finally going to notice me for the first time, and they had better watch out. The driver set off again. “Are you sure we should be going to ‘Midnite X’?” She was worried as someone had told her the BDSM folk hung out there. “I have done my homework, and they have a sick DJ there tonight with thumping beats. Better than f*cking Mariah over and over again.” “Yeah, that’s true. I just feel underdressed somehow, especially seeing as you have a goth vibe going on these days!” She was right, I had heavy eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow on- a totally dark princess on the eve of a new year.

We heard the music blasting out as soon as we got out of the car. Dark ravey EDM tunes, and a heavy booming bass that made my heart purr. We entered amongst a throng of people, squeezing past the tight corridor and entering the main bar and stage. It was already packed with bodies throbbing and grinding together, moving as one humanoid mass of raw sensuality. ‘Bite me hard’ was the track that was playing. How apt. I wish I could. I smiled as I moved to the music, as did Carol, losing ourselves to the thumping beat. I shook my hair and punched the air, looking like some sort of wild creature. How fantastic to lose yourself in the music. More tracks, more beats. We hadn’t even had a drink yet. This was better than booze, better than sex. The air smelt of hot latex and pheromones.

Spinning round and round and feeling hot and slick now myself with salty sweat, I suddenly realised a guy behind me had decided to put his hand on my bum. He placed it there as if he could, as if he had the right to. I turned round to face him but still he held on. “Take your f*cking hand off my arse,” I growled. He was drunk and gazed at me stupidly, as if he couldn’t comprehend. With lightning speed I struck him full in the face and tore my nails down his cheek, releasing a trail of hot spurting blood that dripped down his face. He opened his mouth in shock and stood slightly swaying. No-one else seemed to notice, apart from Carol. “Lucy, what the hell!” She dragged me away. I laughed at the man who was still stood there on the dancefloor with everyone else dancing around him unaware. “Are you mad, you could get arrested for that?” I could tell she was really worried. “He deserved it. Don’t worry Carol! No-one noticed, they’re all having too much of a good time.” Her face was still creased with concern as she stared at me. “God, you really have changed since I’ve been away.” “Yes, I woke up. And I’ll tell you something, next year is gonna be different. Better than this shit year.” The irony was none of us knew a pandemic would hit our shores within only a matter of months. But I had my own agenda and change had already begun. No-one would hurt me ever again, or I would rip them apart.