ONE

Amelia scolded herself for the hundredth time, glancing around and sipping the fruit juice she had gotten from the bar as she sat waiting on her fiancé.

He had no idea that she was here of course or she had seen the flyer about this place in one of his suit pocket as she took his clothes to be dry cleaned.

It was a new club and they were having an opening ceremony to mark its creation.

Amelia flipped the flyer out of her bag for the second time since she saw it and read it carefully, her eyes scanning the name and the time it was slated to be open. It would seem that she was here early because the time of the flyer was said 9pm but it was already ten and there wasn’t much going on.

Am I in the right place? She thought flipping the paper in her hand backwards.

She continued sipping the fanciful juice at the bar, hoping she spotted him before it finished and she had to get another just so she did not look like the odd one out.

“Are you okay?” A voice asked, jolting her out of her musings.

She turned, her eyes meeting the bartender who had attended to her.

“I am fine, just waiting for someone” she smiled, embarrassed

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He stopped moving and then leaned forward so he was invading her personal space; she could smell the whiff of his spray and wondered if it was proper for a bartender to be so close to the customer. The club sure was already on a zero rating in her books and the real fun hadn’t even started.

“You are in the wrong place and chances are that whoever you are looking for has gone in already for the real fun” he grinned, pointing his finger to the ceiling.

Amelia followed his hand, her mouth agape as she finally saw where the real party was happening, above her. The transparent ceiling showed so many feet moving to the rhythm of some music she could not hear from where she sat

“Thank you” she muttered, jumping to her feet and reaching for her bag.

She contemplated downing the last of the juice but decided against it, she was embarrassed enough and did not want to make a fool of herself but she also wasn’t one to ever waste anything.

“You don’t have to thank me, you are not the first person that this has happened to tonight; have fun” the bartender smiled, breezing away.

Amelia decided to leave the drink, it did not matter and she was here for her fiancé. They had to talk about his late nights which were obviously spent partying rather than coming home to her or doing something productive.

She and Ethan had been together for as long as she could remember and it was bliss that they were about to get married. As soon as they made enough money for the trust they had set up for the two children they were planning to have then there was nothing stopping them from finally being together in truth.

Not like they did not already live and went to work together. The firm they worked in had employed both of them at the same time not knowing that they knew each other and they had decided to keep it that way. While Ethan had been employed as an accountant and responsible for the funds going in and out of the firm; she had settled for being the personal assistant to the manager.

Amelia climbed the stairs, her heart thudding furiously in her chest and her bag clutched like it was her defense against the unknown that she was about to face.

The door opened automatically after scanning her features and she was handed a veil and directed to cover her face with it, which she did.

She struggled against the throngs of bodies merged together and dancing to the music blasting from the speakers all the while wondering how exactly she was going to see her fiancé in the mess that was human flesh everywhere.

Amelia continued walking and straight to another door which opened up to a very serene room. She saw that the veil she had been handed was for this room and the faces of every patron was covered so they were not recognizable.

She remained standing, not knowing what to do and where to begin her search for Ethan. Her eyes immediately caught on a movement in the corner and she was inexplicably drawn to it partly because of the throng of veiled people standing around moving in some very fetish fashion.

She made her way to the front after series of pushing and her jaw dropped because right there in the middle of the crowd was Ethan on his back, naked and his eyes closed in ecstasy as he groaned and moaned, palming the breasts of the lady who was on top of him.

Amelia suddenly became aware of the grunts and pants coming from the people watching as her fiancé and the strange woman continued fucking and making erotic sounds.

She stepped back, pushing against the crowd until she was away and with her eyes blurring over with tears, she ran straight to the door and out in the loud crowd from earlier.

She tore the veil from her face, willing herself to breathe and stay calm while she tried locating the door she had come in from.

Her bag remained clutched to her chest and her legs trembling as she pushed and shoved, trying to escape the horror of watching her fiancée fucking another woman and quite comfortable with people watching them at it.

Amelia finally located the door when it opened to admit another patron and she flew out of it, not stopping to glance back. She took the stairs two at a time, her eyes trying to get accustomed to the darkness and failing.

She had not come with her glasses and had also forgotten to put in her medicated lens so at the moment she was running blind away from whatever it was she had stumbled upon.

Talk about stumbling; Amelia missed a step in her flight and tripped, the agonizing sound of her ankle giving way as she stumbled down the stairs. She was caught however by strong arms, wrapping around her waist and righting her in an instant against strong body.

“I am… so sorry; I did not see you, it is so very dark and I did not…” She sputtered, trying to explain and also trying to prevent the onslaught of tears that was threatening to break free.

“Are you alright?” the stranger spoke with the calmest voice she had ever heard in her life.

Amelia’s eyes shot up to his face, the tears blurring her vision as she tried to make out the features of his face.

“No, I think I sprained my ankle” she admitted, sniffling pitifully.

“Let me help you” the stranger said, this time lifting Amelia into his arms like she was a rag doll that he had broken.

Amelia allowed him carry her, her arms wrapping around his neck as she sniffled into the curve of his shoulder.