The Club - Grueberfest 08 (511 hits)
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Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (View user info) at 2008-10-22 10:17:14 EDT
"Let's go out tonight." She says with a sly grin.
"Can't we stay in? We went out last night."
"I know but some friends of mine told me about this new place called The Club and said they were all going to be out. Come on, you always want to stay in."
"Sometimes I just want to relax you know."
"Yeah but this place is a dance club so you can sit and watch me and the girls dance. You and I will know we're all dancing for you and when we get home..."
"What, when we get home what? You'll be so tired you'll pass out and snore your piggy snore in my ear?"
"Oh come on grouchy."
Giving in I watched her turn with a squeal and run to the bedroom to get dressed. I knew she'd look hot when she was ready and she didn't disappoint as she came out wearing a tiny little skirt with a form fitting shiny top, nothing skanky, just revealing enough to be provocative without turning into hookerville.
She tells me we're picking the other girls up and I make a show of grumbling about it before we get in the car. Truth is I don't mind, her friends are just as hot as she is and will be dressed just as well.
We pick the other three girls up and they sound like teenagers as they discuss The Club and all they've heard about it. I roll my eyes as my wife titters at the suggestion that I'll join them on the dance floor.
I find the place and find a perfect parking spot right up front and as we enter the building we're greeted by a bouncer who looks like a cartoon caricature of what a bouncer should look like. Mountainous shoulders hold a head that looks too small for the body, he's incredibly tall, nearly 7 foot at a guess, and his muscles seem to be fighting each other for places to perch. He looks the ladies over appreciatively, scowls at me and waves us in.
Lavish, extravagant, ridiculous; all fitting words to describe the décor, he floor looked as though it had been dipped in gold before it was layed down. The walls appeared to be cut from the largest emerald ever imagined and the bad was made of mahogany. I looked down at the floor again marveling at its brilliance and noticed my wife scooting a little closer to me. Then I caught the reflection and saw what she wanted to show me, no panties, such a tease. Admittedly my eyes roamed the floor quickly to see which of her friends decided to go commando too and I wasn't disappointed that two of the others were supporting her rebellion.
I could feel the weight of the music thumping and vibrating every bit of me but it didn't really seem too loud. Moving in time with the rhythmic techno, the lights put on a show of their own changing as they roved from gold floor to emerald wall and back again. I started to ask the girls if they wanted a drink but they were already on the dance floor moving in time to the music. My wife catches me watching and winks as she flicks the bottom of her skirt up just enough to tease at the bare flesh below. She moves to one of her friends and provocatively runs her hands down her body as they continue moving with the music.
Turning to the bar I notice all the tables are empty, everyone is on the dance floor, the bartender smirks at me, "everyone dances". I order a scotch and water and a few fruity drinks for the girls and the bartender fills my order with little flourish or personality. I pay, collect the drinks and find a table.
I sit in the plush chair and begin to relax. I spot my wife and her girlfriends again and one of them, seeing me looking, makes a show of slowing dragging a hand across my wife's midsection. I can't help the stirring in my pants; my one sexual fantasy involves all of these girls. They seem to know it too and enjoy playing with each other, taunting me with every movement.
I tear my eyes from them to check out the other dancers and for the first time I notice that they don't look quite right. They're moving with the music but their movements are not the fluid movements of my girls, instead they're jerky and awkward. I don't know what it is about the other dancers but I feel sick and forcefully tear my eyes away and turn to my scotch only to find the bartender sitting at the table with me. I take a drink and the bartender snarls at me.
"Welcome to The Club. Enjoy it while you might, you gluttonous swine, foul fornicators, spawn of defecation."
Before I can reply he's gone. I shake my head as I see him standing behind the bar and wonder if I'd really imagined him sitting there. As my focus returns to him standing there I notice the bar looks nothing like it had when I first saw it. Instead of the beautiful rich mahogany it appears to be built of weathered and dull milk crates. The bartender is still dressed richly but his face is gaunt and looks to be on the edge of a scream. I try to put all this in place and make it fit what I'd seen a mere minutes ago and fail. The bartender sneers and as I wrench my gaze away from him I catch a whiff of spoiled putrescence.
Picking my glass up I begin to take another sip but instead of the amber caramel colored scotch I find my glass full of what I can only assume is piss; yellow and pungent it's hard to mistake. My stomach rolls as I think that I might have already drank some but I push it away relishing the thought of the few sips I'd enjoyed before. Maybe the bartender....
I tried to push my chair out from the table to take it up with him but I found myself unable to move it. I tried to stand then and found I could no more stand then I could fly. I glanced over at the bar and see it's unattended and turn my attention back to getting out of the chair. A reek of piss and vomit hits me and looking at my chair I see it, not the plush beautiful piece of furniture from before but an old chair covered in fouled and discarded rags. I can feel the moisture of the rags below me and wretch, struggling to free myself from the chair.
"You didn't want to dance you can sit and watch you lazy bitch."
The bartender is seated across from me again and while he still has the fancy clothes on they're soiled. His face is more than gaunt now; it appears to have been pulled and stretched mercilessly until all he had left was a sneering grin of pain and agony.
"Look at your beautiful women, the women you desire and lust for. Look at the harlots dancing their lives away. Look at the disgusting filth and see them for what they are."
I look and I see the girls dancing but they no longer seem to be having fun. Instead I see them staring about wide eyed and frantically, looking for escape. I see them grimace as their feet continue to move even as they wish and try to stop. The floor and walls are bare factory floors covered in dust and filth and, as I look closer, excrement.
I look at the other dancers and see that most of them are naked. The clothes that are still on those dancers who are still clothed are rotting and falling away and even as I note this I see the bartender collecting these discarded rags and realize that I sit on some of the same.
I look at the girls again and see their clothes are already showing signs of wear and look to the other dancers again to see what might come and as my eyes race through the crowd I see that the dancers are all in various states of decay and rot, those that are naked showing the worst of it, their flesh sloughing away from the bone and oozing with cysts and pustules.
I feel myself trying to scream but nothing comes out and I realize I'm parched beyond anything I've experienced but all that's available to me is unrecognizable liquid in the glasses I'd brought to the table. I'd bought my scotch and the fruity drinks for the girls but looking the table over I see a dirty glass of piss, one full of vomit, one containing blood, and the other full of something green and chunky and I retch struggling to get out of the chair.
"You'll not be leaving so soon." The bartender says with a cackle "Your girls have just started the best part of the dance."
And there they were, their clothes beginning to fall off to reveal their bodies beneath and even now I felt the stirring in my pants and felt ashamed. Watching I saw the continued assault take place though and their skin started to sag and take on spots; their gorgeous breasts hung heavy and drooped, pointing to the floor, their faces frozen in terror and agony as they continued to dance a dance they'd never danced before.
I saw their movements become more and more stilted as their rotting bodies lost the muscles necessary to make the soft sexy movements I'd enjoyed watching on so many other occasions and it dawned on me that we had to have been in this place for longer than it seemed.
And it intensified. While I watched it happen to them I could feel my flesh pulling away from my body and falling to the floor in wet plops and splats and could feel the putrid air around me caressing my exposed muscle and bone and still I couldn't move.
"This is how you make me feel! All of you and your ignorant slothful greedy ways! You make me sick! You ARE putrescence and spoil and rot! You are disgraceful and worthless!"
The bartender, no, the demon, was standing in front of me screaming this at me, globs of spittle flew from his mouth and smacked me wetly and I felt myself vomiting. The pain of the stomach acid flowing down my cracked and broken flesh was intense and still he carried on.
"Look at those sluts! You lust for them and they are nothing but rotting dying meat! Can you smell the rot, the decay? And you desire them? You disgust me!"
"Let me go. Let US go. I promise we'll change, we'll do anything."
"You cannot change. The infection is too deep. You cannot leave, you are mine now and evermore and this is your retribution for making me feel all of this."
"Please, I don't want this."
"Welcome the The Club asshole."
User Reviews
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2008-10-24 17:05:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Not as good as the first two of your entries, but still a good read.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-10-24 09:12:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
that's interesting. glad to see you're reading these and voting this round.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2008-10-23 16:57:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2008-10-23 14:22:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2008-10-23 11:20:27 PDT (#)
Ranking: 2
U = FTW
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2008-10-23 14:20:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
U = FTW
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2008-10-23 12:52:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by i_can_get_you_a_toe (user info) at 2008-10-23 08:54:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Didn't read, just want my name to be the most recent reviewer on the front page.
Who doesn't? Who doesn't?
Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2008-10-23 03:53:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-10-22 13:39:38 PDT (#)
Ranking: 0
needs quite a lot of polish as i read back thourhg it but it was a quickie.
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Submitted by Gator (user info) at 2008-10-22 21:15:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Needs proofread, but still great
Submitted by St_Jimmy (user info) at 2008-10-22 19:06:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-10-22 16:39:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
needs quite a lot of polish as i read back thourhg it but it was a quickie. Jack, read the rest of my entries... they were all of similar length and stuff.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2008-10-22 15:49:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
OMFG you should have put a comma in the last line so it reads 'Welcome to The Club, asshole' instead of sounding like this in my head; 'Welcome to the Club Asshole.'
Could use a good clean and polish, but holy shit, an actual story in Grueberfest?
Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2008-10-22 15:43:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2008-10-22 13:47:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This was good but I would change the last line.
the "asshole" seems a bit pedestrian, I'd assume a demon (and this is just my opinion) would be more eloquent and say "heathen" or something.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-10-22 10:55:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-10-22 10:42:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Let's go out tonight." She says with a sly grin.
"Can't we stay in? We went out last night."
"I know but some friends of mine told me about this new place called The Club and said they were all going to be out. Come on, you always want to stay in."
"No chance. 'The Club' will be a dump full of slappers and wankers, and I can't be arsed. Now make some tea and shut up and sit down."