This happened just this weekend. It’s been rattling around in my head for a while now, and I figured it needed to be shared.
I hadn’t ever been to a nightclub before. Bars, sure, even places with dancing, but nothing quite like this. Music so loud you felt, more than heard it. The lights were dark except for vibrant, strobing lasers and rotating spotlights, making the dancers appear and disappear in still frames, drenched in primary colors. Periodically, gusts of vapor sprayed down from the ceiling, highlighting the beams of light flashing above people’s heads.
I remember when me and my friends arrived, I spotted a couple heavily making out on the dance floor, his hand buried in her pants, working away at her pussy. In truth, I thought it was hilarious. They clearly didn’t care who was watching through the crowds and smoke. It seemed more like something I’d see on the internet, not here, in real life. A small twinge of arousal hit me, but it was outweighed by my desire to point it out to a friend and laugh. What the hell were we doing here. What the hell was *I* doing here?