Dance Floor

Peggy dropped her small purse at the check desk, and walked to the large doors. The thumping beat of the music beyond grew louder as she put her hands on the doors and pushed them open. The thumping electronica beat hit her along with the thick smell of sweat, and sex, like a wall. She smiled as she walked in.

The rhythm of the music could be felt more than heard, and watched as the crowd of women danced on the floor. As she watched, Peggy saw several clusters in the crowd doing more than dancing. The strobing lights revealed faces of pleasure, bliss and ecstasy. Along the sides of the floor, more women talked, drank And fucked in semi private booths.