Halloween (1)

The lights strobed in time with the deafening “Wub wub” of the music. Some dubstep track she had never heard of, and didn’t really like - it wasn’t important though, and it was easy to ignore tonight.

Stripping

A thin metal bar, cold against her hands. Her skirt, so much shorter than it needed to be, than it should be. One of her stockings was ripped, exposing the delicate flesh of thigh. The suspenders above the stockings were stretched tight, pressing against her skin so she was constantly aware of how bare her legs were.

Hunting

The dress clung tightly to her frame, shimmering slightly under the club’s many strobe lights; it was almost skin tight to show off her figure, with a plunging neckline and a hem that stopped abruptly mid-thigh, leaving little to the imagination. The many men circling her like predators could see, even in the dim gloom, that there were no lines on that dress. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Just a thin strip of fabric between them and their prey.