“Thank you for coming to the Silver Cauldron, Everyone, give it up for DJ Loop Guru!”
He exclaimed. Everyone was full of kinetic energy and met his announcement with a roar of applause, hoots and hollers. The music settled in a pre-recorded track as the DJ broke down her set, and the next set up for his.
Tarrien glanced at the crowd and smiled with slight satisfaction as it thinned out some when the next DJ began to spin his set. She locked up her turntables, and passed them flippantly to her assistant. ‘Time to mingle.’ She thought, and with cavort to her gait, she bounced down the stage-steps and surveyed the dance floor. A group of club goers turned to look at Tarrien and welcome her approach. The group consisted of five rowdy and staring, half-naked teens painted up in various ways, smattered along all of their bodies were drawn symbols of neo-paganism most of them looked as though they were made up.
“Hey! That was great!” came the muffled praise of a boy suckling on a binki. The chemicals running through his blood wildly dilated his pupils. Tarrien bowed her head humbly and continued on. No time for drugged up little kids.
The bar was increasingly inviting as she continued through. Oh yes it’s fashionable steel stools, and black granite bar-top and shelves, filled with backlit bottles of liquor. Tarrien motioned the bartender over with a nod. A slim red haired Goth by the name of Oasis sauntered over with a shot of Jack Daniels already prepared, set it down and smiled
“You rocked the place again Terry. You know you should try getting your music off the ground, get it out there!”
“Thanks but no.” Came Tarrien’s Irish lilt as she lifted the glass to her lips, trying to avoid the usual ‘put your shit on mainstream’ conversation.
“Seriously,” Oasis crossed her arms just under her bountiful chest and leaned over the bar-top to catch Tarrien’s attention.
“You have the talent to move the crowd like that every time! Do something with it-“
“Mmm… thanks for the shot and the vote of good faith,” Tarrien interrupted with a measure of sarcasm, saluted and slipped away from the counter before anything else could be said.
A sigh of relief passed through Tarrien’s lips as she’d made her smooth get away, Oasis had always been encouraging, unfortunately, in the annoying sort of way. It wasn’t unusual for employees at the Cauldron to be ‘supportive’ and it drove her nuts. An empty booth in the furthermost corner of the club seemed like the perfect sanctuary for Tarrien to unwind. She slithered past a few people and sat down, closed her eyes and let her body relax. The bass vibrated the seats, tabletops, and everything on it. Tarrien had always held the opinion that Drum N Bass was the perfect lullaby for any lonely soul who survived off of coffee and cigarettes. The music that floated into her ears was hitting a slow crescendo her body began to sway languidly she was nearly lost in her own mind’s eye when a voice as smooth as silk rang through her consciousness and brought her back to earth.
“DJ Loop Guru, huh? That is a very clever name.” The statement was nearly a purr.
Tarrien glanced up to follow the voice’s owner. What met her gaze made her jaw slack. A woman of five foot and six inches with an hourglass figure stared back at her with fiery emerald green eyes. The woman’s hair was a rich jet black that cascaded down her shoulders to the middle of her back. Tarrien’s eyes traveled down the woman’s body slowly, a bright shade of silver began to bleed into the rich chocolate color of her irises. She noted that the subject of her growing desire’s attire complimented her figure perfectly: the neck, a black braided leather choker with a rare blue tiger’s eye pendant, and body, a midnight blue oriental dress stitched with silver dragons. The hem of the dress fell right before the woman’s ankles, she wore strapped black three-inch stiletto heels. On her slender arms were skintight mesh arm warmers her nails painted black, and her fingers were decorated with silver rings.
“Well you know,” Tarrien’s accent became thick and sultry,
“I thought it might be a kick in the pants, me bein’ from the emerald isle where the folklore is popular.”
“Right.” The woman giggled so feminenly it was like hearing gemstone bells.“What’s your name, I have to know your name”
“I’m Midori”
“Midori…” Tarrien turned away to hide the heat she was feeling in her face. The name had rolled off of the woman’s tongue and floated right into her own mouth, but when she got the courage to look back, Midori had gone. Tarrien cursed and stood looking around almost panicked.
“Come dance with me.”
“Where are you?” Tarrien Shouted against the music.
“I have a feeling you can find me if you wanted to… come get me.”
A challenge, a game of chase, a hunt, Tarrien closed her eyes and scented for Midori excitedly. Amidst the aroma of sweat, and stale air, a waft of sweet perfume caught her attention and immediately her feet were moving before she even realized it. Weaving in and out of the crowd Tarrien tried desperately to find where the perfume had been freshest. The music kicked off suddenly and switched to jungle/house, the beat, laden with skin drums and heavy bass. It was perfect for the pursuit. A glimpse here, a glimmer there, Midori knew how to circle around the dancing bodies whipping around and disappearing just as Tarrien thought she’d caught up.
The chase kept up for nearly fifteen minutes, before Tarrien stopped with a sigh. She looked from left to right and noticed a crowd had formed and a light blue spotlight shown down from the overhead. It didn’t happen often in the Cauldron, but it wasn’t unusual for the lighting crew to highlight “dance off’s” or give an honorable mention of sorts to especially good dancers. It piqued Tarrien’s interest enough.
As she slithered through people who were standing shoulder-to-shoulder, she heard murmurs of awe, and even a moan. For the second time that evening, Tarrien’s jaw went slack.
There she was, her dress hiked up to mid thigh showing off her creamy white shapely legs. They were absolutely beautiful in the movement of her sensual dance. Midori had entranced all who watched her, and though her motions were slow, every beat of her step was in time to the chaotic music. Regrettably those beautiful green eyes were closed to the world; the woman was in a universe of her own.
Tarrien’s lips peeled back in a predatory smirk, she advanced slowly behind Midori and it seemed Tarrien was the only one brave enough to do so, judging by the looks of jealousy and envy she’d received. At first Tarrien only swayed her hips in rhythm, to the music, but soon she found the plane the other woman existed on. The closing space between the two women almost crackled and Midori turned right as Tarrien stepped forward to press her warm body against her. With a startled gasp Midori’s eyes fluttered open but not once did her dance falter, She tipped her head back and was caught in Tarrien’s hungry wolfish gaze. Those silver eyes regarded her with a soft aching lust that sent a shiver right down her spine. She had nearly melted when unusually strong yet gentle arms, encircled her waist and held her tenderly. Midori felt herself tighten below as Tarrien leaned
“I caught you… Mine.” She emphasized the whisper by grinding her hips against Midori’s
“Yours?”
“Yes.”