He is Always Watching xXx A Story Of Dark Seduction xXx Part 1

My hips moved hypnotically to the beat, my arms elegantly poised above my head. Sweat was clinging to my bare midriff the way the feeling of a passionate kiss clings to your lips; the musics vibrations were felt all throughout my body. All eyes were on me as I did my little number. I am one hell of a dancer. The strobe lights were flashing making my body look almost as if it was a series of photographs, but that's what I love about clubs, especially this one. Blood Lust was what adorned the large arch of the buildings grand entrance. One of New Yorks newest and hottest clubs; it was ALWAYS packed. It was built for the celebrities and is very hard to get into, lucky for me I have connections. The main bouncer is one of my best friends.
It was mid-song, when I felt a pair of strong arms circle around my waist.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, surprised. A deep laugh came in response.
"Chastity," I heard the man behind me yell over the blaring hip-hop music. "I just came to tell you I am off for the rest of the night. You shouldn't be so jumpy." James, the bouncer, laughed.
"Shut up." I yelled back. "Jumpiness is in my nature, just like masturbating is in yours." I joked.
"Hey, its not my fault I can't get a girlfriend! Plus it's not like I'm the only guy who does it!" I laughed at this. Pathetic really, James isn't a bad looking guy; he could easily get a girlfriend if he would just get off his lazy ass and talk to someone other then his hamster and myself.
"'Im not the only guy who does it', that's exactly why it's in your nature! I don't want to hear your excuses James, just shut up and dance with me. You're killing the song." With that, James pulled me closer to him, our hips in perfect sink with each others. My arms wrapped around his neck, his still firmly guarding my waist. The lights flashed and The Pussycat Dolls' Buttons filled the entire building with it's intoxicating beat. James pulled me even closer. The various people dancing around edged us on. This may sound funny, but for some reason the sight of dancing bodies really pumps me up. The combination of music, flashing lights, and hundreds of people is one of my favorite combinations in the world. Better then ice cream, chocolate syrup, and sprinkles.
James and I were both beginning to pant now. His hot breath on my neck was sending chills down my spine. This is pure ecstasy. I was lost in this exhilarating grind fest, when James whispered something in my ear. Well, it was more like soft yelling because of the music.
"Tall pale guy to your left. Staring at you like a kid at fat camp would stare at triple fudge Sunday." I gave a slight nod and continued dancing, sneaking a glance to my left. Sure enough, I spotted who James was talking about immediately. He had chin length black hair which hung to where it covered most of his face. He was dressed in what looked like a suit without the jacked, white shirt sloppily left un-tucked, black tie hanging slightly crooked and pulled loose. He was tall, about 6'2" and looked around 18, my age.

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Typical emo boy, but still hot. He caught my glance, what beautiful eyes... Like ice... The corners of my mouth began to pull up into a smile, when something unexpected happened. He was gone. Vanished. VANISHED! Like he wasn't even there in the first place! I darted my eyes all around the room, attempting to see if he was still around here somewhere. But through all the people, I wouldn't have been able to spot him anyways.
"Did you see that?!" I yelled at James.
"See what?" James stupidly inquired.
"That guy! He disappeared!" I was beginning to panic.
"Chastity, what the hell are you talking about? No one can just vanish. Are you talking about Mr. I-Have-A-Staring-Problem-Mother-Please-Forgive-Me? This place is packed! He could be anywhere and you wouldn't find him! Stop being so paranoid." James was right; I shouldn't be so uptight and scared all the time. I let out a deep breath and turned my attention back to dancing. I was just getting back into the motion when a chill, like a very cold wind or piece of ice, seemed to shoot right through me. I felt like I was stabbed with a giant ice sickle. I gasped, and would have fallen over if James hadnt been behind me.
"What? Chastity? Whats wrong?" James worried. How would I explain that?
"I think I need to go home James."
"Alright. I'll give you a ride. Why don't you just crash at my place? You seem a little disoriented; I don't think you should be by your self." James was right -when is he not?- I, in no way, wanted to be alone right now.
"That would be nice James. Thank you." I tried to smile at him.
"Ok, then we better try to fight our way to the door." James let go of my waist and took a firm hold of my hand. We pushed our way through the massive crowd and within about five minutes, we reached the door.
"And out we go." James stated, pushing the heavy metal door and holding it open for me. Before walking out, my eyes took one last survey of the large mass of people I would be leaving for the night. I nearly stopped in my tracks. There, not standing but five feet before me, were eyes like ice.


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