Sex with a Ghost 1&2

The lights flashed from a brilliant blue-green one second, then to a stunning neon yellow the next. The sweet, pungent scent of women's expensive perfume mixed with the spicy smell of brandy, created a stimulating aroma that lingered in the air.

Oversized, plush leather chairs were seated in sets of four, each surrounding a round glass table, scattered around the club. Beside each round table stood a beautiful waitress, wearing a stunning black - short and body-hugging gown with matching high heels; that showed their shaking buttocks as they cat-walked to take orders.

A bar span from one end of the large hall to the other. Its countertop made of black granite and tempered glass, shining and spotless. Behind the counter were about three to four barmen, dressed in pink long sleeves and black waistcoats.

They occasionally took a bottle of wine from the illuminated shelves made of glass, sustaining several dozens of wine bottles behind them and serve to waiting customers. Tall stools were lined up in front of the counter for people to sit while awaiting their drinks, and to catch their breath after dancing.

On one of these stools sat Judith – a dark beauty. With her, it was all about simplicity, helping those around her to relax. Perhaps that is why her flawless skin glowed; her inner beauty lit up her eyes and softens her features. When she smiled and laughed, you can't help but smile along too, even if it was just on the inside. But that was a lifetime ago.

Now there is hollowness in her soul; hollowness like that of a shell, holding an ocean of tears and pain. The sadness flowed through her veins and deadened her mind. It was poison to her spirit, killing off other emotions until it was all that remained.

Her heart has been broken by the one person she thought could never break it. How could love be this wicked? Why does it hurt so much? How could love that was so sweet and tender, all of a sudden turn sour? It feels as though she fell into a cactus and her heart has been punctured a million over by tiny pins. It strung at first, but now it left her numb; not even slightly painful, just numb.

Slowly, she raised her gaze from the glass of spirit on the counter in front of her and scanned the club, looking for nothing in particular but her gaze paused at the dance floor. It was filled with constantly changing lights, energy, sweats, tears, and bodies swaying to the loud fast music that filled the entire atmosphere.

Amidst this crowd of happy and wild dancing people, there was a young man in red designer polo and blue jean. Judith couldn't help but notice him and so, did everyone. He seemed to be in high spirit, dancing energetically, moving feverishly from left to right like little toy robots. Occasionally screaming like the young Michael Jackson. He stole the dance floor, some people applauded him, and others yelled insults at him; but this young man seemed not to care, he was having fun madly and that was what mattered.

She became envious, wishing she could be that happy; wishing she could feel anything. Feel the beat of the music to move her body along with it. But her sadness and pain were like flowing waters, cold and unending; washing her joy, love, and all the goodness out of her, leaving a mere shell of what she used to be.

Moments after, noise that wasn't in tune with the song began to emerge from the dance floor. She slowly returned her gaze back to the dance floor to find the dancing robotic young man on the floor. He has been punched and his nose trickling blood. An angry big man standing over him screaming

"Can't you see little bitch?"

The young man still on the floor sneezed and blood covered his hand.

"Look what you did to my nose dick face?" he fired back at the bully already getting back at his feet. The bully took a few steps backwards, giving him space to get back up.

"That serves you right, next time you will learn to stay in your lane. Not stepping on other people's business!"

"This is a night club and it is everybody's business here. If you have a problem with that don't show up!"

"Really?" the big man asked, already boiling with fresh anger.

Before he could mouth out the next word, the bully smashed his fist into his nose, sending him flying back against the viewers that had formed a ring for the both of them. There were wild screams from the viewers.

He got back to his feet, a weird smile cut across his lips as he stared infuriated at the bully. His nose still trickling blood, he took out his handkerchief, wiped his nose and suddenly threw it at the face of the big man, distracting him. He charged into the bully, ramming his skull into his unprotected belly. The big man screamed and staggered as the viewers cheered.