“Are you gonna dance with me or what?”

Lilith stood across from me, her lips curled in frustration. Her hair hung in loose blonde curls. I could feel her eyes staring at me, waiting. I leaned back against the bar and ignored her, pretending I couldn’t hear her over the music. She wasn’t buying it and I could care less. She knew better than to nag me like this. She pouted, placing her hands on her hips. She said nothing.

Coming here was Lilith’s idea. Tonight was the Masquerade Ball at the local Goth club. Or at least it had been dubbed a “goth” club. The club itself wasn’t something that could easily be labeled. All different kinds of people came here week after week. The club was finally starting to pick up. People piled onto the dance floor across the bar. Women in Masquerade gowns and feathered masks danced with men in torn suits and striped hats. There was a woman dancing shirtless with red paint covering her chest. There was even someone dressed in a chicken suit dancing with the crowd. Somehow he fit in, just like everyone else fit in. Here there were no rules. No definitions of right and wrong. Or at least that’s how it seemed.

My gaze drifted to a group of fags gathered in the corner. They were your typical group of teenage queers. A couple of them dressed in ripped short shorts and leather neck chokers. They danced, moving their bodies to the beat. I’d seen these boys before. They were regulars here. They were sluts, desperate for the attention of any swinging dick around. A few words and any one of them would get on their knees for me an instant if that were what I’d wanted.

“Baby, I wanna dance!” Lilith said.

I snapped out of my train of thought and looked at her for the first time since we’d arrived. She smiled, happy to finally have my attention. She leaned into me, clinging to my vest. I felt her other hand slide between my legs as she leaned to whisper in my ear.

“Come on baby. Lets dance.” She whispered.

She leaned her face into the crook of my neck and continued to whisper into my skin. She tightened her grip over my crotch, massaging me through the fabric of my pants. The room was dimly lit but there was enough light for anyone to see what was going on. I suppose that was part of the excitement for her. She giggled as she felt me grow hard under her touch.

I stared around the room, my gaze once again traveling to the boys in the corner. One boy in particular caught my attention. He was thin but fit. He was one of the boys in the short shorts. He was dancing with his arms held above him, moving his hips sensually. His skin was bronze and covered in a thin layer of sweat.

I was intrigued by him. In truth he was no different from the rest of them, but he caught my interest nonetheless. He saw me staring at him. His eyes swept over Lilith’s hand caressing my crotch and he smiled. He continued to dance, making sure to move his body in seductive movements. All the while he never stopped staring back at me.

“Baby,” Lilith said in my ear, “don’t you wanna dance with me?”

I barely regarded her.

“No.” I said.

She pulled away from me and stared in disbelief. She