Lauren
Peer Pressure
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The club
was large and dark. Music pulsated in rhythmic beats that had dancers
heightened to the maximum level of lust. This place made the sweet and innocent shed their
morals for a few hours of unadulterated ecstasy as colorful lights and lasers poked holes
through the black noise. Bodies, sweaty with the friction of movement, pressed
hard against other bodies as fingers groped at exposed flesh and tight clothing.
As the disc jockey held up an index finger above his turntables, the crowd responded
with a cascading climax of disappointing moans. This was the usual preface regarding the last
song of Saturday night. A stream of the insatiable slowly made their way to the
bar in hopes of cashing out under budget. A majority of the large crowd headed
directly for the exit without saying a word. Others ignored the DJ’s gesture
and continued to grind against their dance partners. Lauren, however, made her
way to the bathroom.
