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Dancing

The club was surprisingly small for the size of the crowd waiting outside. Tokusatsu was only a couple of month’s old, meaning it was still popular with the trend setters. Moth didn’t understand the appeal. The place was stuffed with bodies, many writhing to the music being pumped into the room. He assumed the people inside had spent money on their outfits. What else would you wear to be seen? Looking at the main room, that money was wasted. People were too crammed to take a step back and show off, let alone glance down and look at clothing.

He assumed this wasn’t different from any other club around the world. Except for the money. You could smell it in the sweat. See it in the ridiculous drinks being passed around. Hear it in the affected voices keyed to some unknown impress-your-friends frequency. He stepped off the landing, squeezing himself in the direction of what had to be the back. A spiraling staircase in a dark corner was his hope of relief from the crush of bodies. The girl at the door had told him the private rooms were on another floor.

As he moved forward he met pinching and prodding from men and women. The glares he gave only earned him a glitter enhanced grin, and a mouthed question: Whanna fuck? He wasn’t sure if the women were being as blatant as the men. Those weren’t their hard-on’s poking him in odd places. It was enough to make him feel uncomfortable, and a bit ancient. That all these people wanted to be here was astonishing.

The music around him picked up, pumping out a fast rhythm that thrummed straight through to his bones. That’s when he saw why the place as called Tokusatsu. He felt a cool mist descend onto the dance floor. Moth looked up just in time to see the last of the mist emerge from the open maw of large dinosaur looking thing.

Godzilla, king of the kaiju.

The spectacle was impressive. Almost looking like something you’d see in an old Toho monster flick. The mist had been colored blue, some sort of light effect. He wondered why they hadn’t included the famous roar along with the mist. Then the crowd answered his question, letting out a roar that wasn’t quite loud enough to beat the enveloping music; but enough to make Moth wonder just who the hell came to a place like this.

Someone grabbed his arm, pulling him to the left, freeing him from the glacial progress he’d been making towards the stairs. The guy pulling him to the side must have bought his outfit on the cheap. He was bare-chested, his skin iridescent with glitter and sweat. As for pants, he was wearing some fringe of fabric, barely concealing anything. On his head was a green garland of some leafy plant, matched by bracelets.

A quick look at his feet to verify garlands there came with a peek at his ass. The kid wasn’t wearing anything under whatever he called the loin cloth he had on. That look downwards almost had him falling on top of the kid, the drop in the floor was masked by the mob. Navigating the steps downward was faster, the way ahead parted by his barely clothed escort. They passed through a small passage, more of an archway in the wall, and into a quieter area. There were tables here, all of them taken by kids standing and drinking.

“Easy junior” Moth said, stopping mid stride.

The Hawaiian kid turned around, giving him a pearly smile. Almond eyes, a deep brown in color glinted at him.

“I’m not a kid.” The kid said.

“It was just as joke, shit.” Moth pulled his arm back, but his guide wasn’t letting go. “Where the fuck you taking me?”

“Baby, you looked a little dazed up there.” The guide said. “Clubs not your thing?”

“Not really…” Moth started.

“What’s wrong? The place too loud? The girls not pretty enough.”

“Listen, I don’t have time for this shit.”

“The boys not pretty enough for you?” The kid asked, getting a little closer.

Moth’s heart stopped. At least it felt like it. The realization that he’d been checking out this guy’s ass came to him at the same time he was looking over the kid again. He’d never done that before. Not really. He’d seen plenty of bodies, men and women. But until Azure, he’d passed over the men. Now he was looking over this man with new eyes. He noticed the pleasant smile looking at him, the deep mocha colored eyes. Tanned skin glowed with warmth. And the hard muscle was sculpted into pleasant curves. All of a sudden the outfit the guy had on, or the lack of an outfit, made sense. This kid was here to score. Why bother with layers of clothing?

Shit…

Moth swallowed hard.

“Listen… I’m not here for… That’s not why…” He stumbled.

“It’s okay buddy.” The kid laughed. “Life can surprise you sometimes.”

No shit…

The kid moved closer, not letting go of Moths arm. This time being crushed against another body didn’t feel so bad. The smile he got filled his head with thoughts of what he could do with this stranger. It had been a hurried education, but he was sure he could apply what he’d done with Azure to this young Asian boy. Then he heard a laugh that snapped him out of his erotic reverie.

Moth pulled away, not getting too far, arm still in possession of the kid. He couldn’t see him, but he was certain Azure was somewhere in the crowd. His ears burned with memories of what they’d done. There was no way he was mistaken. Not about this. Was Azure here for pleasure? Or business? The thought of him selling himself for money filled Moth with red hot anger. A possessive feeling he’d never felt before. If he did stumble on Azure with someone else, paying or not, that someone was getting their ass kicked.

Description
Dancing

The club was surprisingly small for the size of the crowd waiting outside. Tokusatsu was only a couple of month’s old, meaning it was still popular with the trend setters. Moth didn’t understand the appeal. The place was stuffed with bodies, many writhing to the music being pumped into the room. He assumed the people inside had spent money on their outfits. What else would you wear to be seen? Looking at the main room, that money was wasted. People were too crammed to take a step back and show off, let alone glance down and look at clothing.

He assumed this wasn’t different from any other club around the world. Except for the money. You could smell it in the sweat. See it in the ridiculous drinks being passed around. Hear it in the affected voices keyed to some unknown impress-your-friends frequency. He stepped off the landing, squeezing himself in the direction of what had to be the back. A spiraling staircase in a dark corner was his hope of relief from the crush of bodies. The girl at the door had told him the private rooms were on another floor.

As he moved forward he met pinching and prodding from men and women. The glares he gave only earned him a glitter enhanced grin, and a mouthed question: Whanna fuck? He wasn’t sure if the women were being as blatant as the men. Those weren’t their hard-on’s poking him in odd places. It was enough to make him feel uncomfortable, and a bit ancient. That all these people wanted to be here was astonishing.

The music around him picked up, pumping out a fast rhythm that thrummed straight through to his bones. That’s when he saw why the place as called Tokusatsu. He felt a cool mist descend onto the dance floor. Moth looked up just in time to see the last of the mist emerge from the open maw of large dinosaur looking thing.

Godzilla, king of the kaiju.

The spectacle was impressive. Almost looking like something you’d see in an old Toho monster flick. The mist had been colored blue, some sort of light effect. He wondered why they hadn’t included the famous roar along with the mist. Then the crowd answered his question, letting out a roar that wasn’t quite loud enough to beat the enveloping music; but enough to make Moth wonder just who the hell came to a place like this.

Someone grabbed his arm, pulling him to the left, freeing him from the glacial progress he’d been making towards the stairs. The guy pulling him to the side must have bought his outfit on the cheap. He was bare-chested, his skin iridescent with glitter and sweat. As for pants, he was wearing some fringe of fabric, barely concealing anything. On his head was a green garland of some leafy plant, matched by bracelets.

A quick look at his feet to verify garlands there came with a peek at his ass. The kid wasn’t wearing anything under whatever he called the loin cloth he had on. That look downwards almost had him falling on top of the kid, the drop in the floor was masked by the mob. Navigating the steps downward was faster, the way ahead parted by his barely clothed escort. They passed through a small passage, more of an archway in the wall, and into a quieter area. There were tables here, all of them taken by kids standing and drinking.

“Easy junior” Moth said, stopping mid stride.

The Hawaiian kid turned around, giving him a pearly smile. Almond eyes, a deep brown in color glinted at him.

“I’m not a kid.” The kid said.

“It was just as joke, shit.” Moth pulled his arm back, but his guide wasn’t letting go. “Where the fuck you taking me?”

“Baby, you looked a little dazed up there.” The guide said. “Clubs not your thing?”

“Not really…” Moth started.

“What’s wrong? The place too loud? The girls not pretty enough.”

“Listen, I don’t have time for this shit.”

“The boys not pretty enough for you?” The kid asked, getting a little closer.

Moth’s heart stopped. At least it felt like it. The realization that he’d been checking out this guy’s ass came to him at the same time he was looking over the kid again. He’d never done that before. Not really. He’d seen plenty of bodies, men and women. But until Azure, he’d passed over the men. Now he was looking over this man with new eyes. He noticed the pleasant smile looking at him, the deep mocha colored eyes. Tanned skin glowed with warmth. And the hard muscle was sculpted into pleasant curves. All of a sudden the outfit the guy had on, or the lack of an outfit, made sense. This kid was here to score. Why bother with layers of clothing?

Shit…

Moth swallowed hard.

“Listen… I’m not here for… That’s not why…” He stumbled.

“It’s okay buddy.” The kid laughed. “Life can surprise you sometimes.”

No shit…

The kid moved closer, not letting go of Moths arm. This time being crushed against another body didn’t feel so bad. The smile he got filled his head with thoughts of what he could do with this stranger. It had been a hurried education, but he was sure he could apply what he’d done with Azure to this young Asian boy. Then he heard a laugh that snapped him out of his erotic reverie.

Moth pulled away, not getting too far, arm still in possession of the kid. He couldn’t see him, but he was certain Azure was somewhere in the crowd. His ears burned with memories of what they’d done. There was no way he was mistaken. Not about this. Was Azure here for pleasure? Or business? The thought of him selling himself for money filled Moth with red hot anger. A possessive feeling he’d never felt before. If he did stumble on Azure with someone else, paying or not, that someone was getting their ass kicked.