MURDER ON THE DANCEFLOOR

Bodies pressed against each other, gyrating to the pounding beats of house music. Looking around I see that the club is now packed with women of all ages dancing up a storm. I laugh to myself as I pass a couple kissing so blatantly and uninhibited on the dance floor and it occurs to me that that is a sight I wouldn’t have seen if I were to be in a predominately straight club.

Boy, oh boy... oh I mean girl, oh girl! Have I had painful experiences at those clubs! But its no different in a women’s club. You still have to mentally prepare yourself mentally when you walk into those spaces.

I took my seat on the strategically placed couch facing that single area in the club that had women gathered in wanton movement and the Sophie Ellis-Baxter tune, ‘Murder on the Dancefloor’ crossed my mind for a moment.

Looking out at the heaving mass of women I realised how free they all seemed, from their inhibitions, their issues and their sensuality. The looks on their faces were of pure enjoyment and belonging. I yearned to join them but I was having too much fun watching. How perverted I must look sitting there staring at all of them. It fascinated me to notice how sexual gay women tend to be or was it my imagination laced with the cider I’d been drinking?

“You are alone?” came the question from behind me in a sultry voice. I turned around to see one of the two girls that had made up the couple kissing on the dance floor earlier on.

I was surprised and I said so to her. “Kissing someone doesn’t necessarily mean you are dating them you know”, she smiled looking sideways at me on the couch as I returned the smile.

Amused I got up and took her hand leading her to the dancing mould of bodies.

“In that case I guess dancing with someone doesn’t mean you are dating them either.” I laughed as we found a spot and let loose to some Glen Lewis track that had got the crowd going even crazier.

As we moved together in unison with my new found dancing partner I felt hands circling around my waist from behind and as I tried to turn around to see the owner, her body came closer to mine an she whispered one command softly in my ear “Dance with me..”. I obliged, finding myself a garnish between these hot women. On second thought it was so much more fun being a part of this throng than observing it! I closed my eyes letting myself go with the music and the feel of the two bodies against me.

When I opened my eyes, I realised that I was lying on a bed. My bed!

Looking up at the familiar ceiling I saw that I was safely in my room at home and the sun was streaming through the window. I sat up and felt a sharp pain across my forehead and remembered all the cider I had drank the previous night.

That forbidden dance floor….mmmm… a smirk spread across my face as I lay back down.

About Junie Sihlangu
Junie is a young black women interested in books the arts and all things fascinating. At age 24 she's trying to do everything at once and succeeding. She loves nature, basketball, house music and interacting with all kinds of liberal people.