Figured I'd take you back a bit closer to the beginning of "Gateway." So...
Gateway - the meeting
I should be looking for a way to feed my face, but Nooo! Instead, I’m twisting and swerving, hands in the air. The Gateway Club sizzles, pulsing rhythms, bodies moving like slow motion pop rocks, and here I am, losing myself, forgetting all about my bleak reality.
Someone touches me from behind, large hands gliding... This is the last straw. “Get your hands off my ass!” I hiss, and turn to regret my demand. A quick intake of air and I’m gawking now, facing him, hips still swaying to the pounding beat. Everything’s intensified as I peer into his eyes – deep, dark. My subconscious whispers, and cold. I ignore her, reveling in the booming thump! Thump!
Intense pleasure races from the soles of my feet to every synapse in my body, the sensation heady, intoxicating. He smirks, even the strobe lights flashing more intensely behind him, and my body gyrates madly, aching for this stranger’s touch.
He wraps his heavy arms around my waist and we’re skin to skin, heat and power rolling off his body builder’s physique in waves. “Friends call me Gateway.”
I gawk, rather stupidly I must admit. “Um, this your place?”
“Tonight, it is.” Like silk.