HOW I ABANDONED MY PUSSY AT THE GOTH-CLUB part 04
Luna, a goth girl finds an old note in a second-hand book about pagan witchcraft. It promises the magic separation of individual body parts and in her mind, the idea emerges, that this might be the ultimate solution to get close to her adored idol Damien, the attractive lead singer of the band Astral Cadaver. Other girls might be able to give him roses, stuffed animals, or even panties, but only she can gift him her most precious and intimate sacrifice, her living and sensing vagina.
But fate has a different path in mind and Luna has to make a difficult decision.
LUNA
Broken and lost I take a seat at the bar and stare at the colorful bottles on display before a wall-mirror. This is the worst night of my life.
“Vodka?” I get asked.
I nod. “Yepp.”
“Must be a very rough night.” the bartender puts a shot in front of me.
I pour it into me. “Yepp.”
“It’s okay, this one is on the house.”
“Thanks.” I put my elbow on the counter and support my head with my wrist.
One of the girls working at the bar grabs a tray and leaves to collect the empty cups.
I sigh. “I can’t tell what happened, but it’s bad.”
“So bad?” The barkeeper asks.
Tears are filling my eyes and I start to cry. “Today I lost something very important because I’m stupid.”
“Hey, little girl. Don’t cry.” He touches my shoulder and gives me a napkin.
I wipe my eyes. “But I have reason to cry. My life just turned into a fucking nightmare.”
“No man is worth crying for.” He speaks calmly.
I stop and look up at him in confusion: “Man?”
“Or a woman of course.” He mumbles.
I gulp and nod. “Yes, I lost a woman today. I lost myself.”
He seems puzzled, but doesn’t ask me further and consoles me by softly stroking my shoulder. But I can’t help myself and bitterly bawl my eyes out. I am lost.
The girl with the tray comes back. She puts a stack of empty cups next to the sink, and empties the full ones into it. Half-melted ice cubes rattle in the tub. I get a peculiar sensation in my vagina, it’s like it’s being poured away and then somebody grabs it.
“Hey Pete, now look at what I just found!” The blonde girl behind the counter reaches into the sink, and drags out my vagina with pointy fingers at one of my inner Labia, grossed out, like it’s a used napkin.
I look at it with wide eyes, while the barkeeper who consoles me points at the trash: “Hogwash like that only happens at full moon. Filthy perverts. Throw it away.”
She sniffs on it and coughs in revulsion. “Dear God! It even smells like piss. Who does that?”
“I don’t know, but if we find out, I will call the bouncer, for sure!”
And like that, she dumps my lost femininity into the trash behind the counter. Fuck. I need to get it out of there somehow and as secretly as possible. At least I know now, where it is and that it is in nobody’s possession anymore. This time it’s no mistake, I have seen it with my own eyes.
If I could just ask them to give it to me, but nobody is allowed to know that it’s mine. I must accomplish this in a hidden manner and I will not leave the bar until I have it back! I just need a plan, and just now a very simple one forms up in my mind. Yeah, that could work.
I turn aside, to take off one earring while concealed, and let it drop into my purse. I take an unimportant piece of paper, crumple it into a ball, and put it on the counter away from me. Now I just need to wait a bit and look dreamy.
It doesn’t even take long, until Pete the Barkeeper grabs the paper and tosses it into the same trashcan where my pussy had ended up. Just as it is gone, it’s time for my superior acting skills!
“Oh no! My Earring!” I lament and pretend to look for it in front of me.
Pete takes notice of me. “What did it look like?”
“A tiny bat, like the other one, look. I just put it here with the paper.”
“Oh sorry, I might have thrown it away by accident.” He apologizes and starts to carefully rummage in the trash with blue rubber gloves. He even puts out a small hand-light to see. I can feel his fingers moving at my dumped private bits and let him do that for a few seconds, until I offer my help.
I come around to the entrance of the bar. “Can I take a look at it for myself please?”
“Sure, here, take the light.”
“Thank you.” I move behind the counter and put my hand into the container, while illuminating with the other.
I wait till Pete gets distracted by a customer request. I switch off the light, hastily open my purse, and secretly slip my vagina into it. And in one sweeping movement, I also get out the small bat earring as well. That’s it! That was it! I close the button and put the tiny bat back on my earlobe. “Thank you, I got it!”
“Wonderful, glad you found it. It’s tiny.”
My heart is pounding, I was never relieved like that in my life before. Now I just need to clean it. My ladybits feel disgusting after this journey, so I head for the ladies’ rooms. But as I open the door, I see a few girls fixing their makeup in front of the mirror. I would never be able to wash my pussy at that sink without getting caught and questioned. Luckily, there is a men’s restroom too.
As I enter, I stumble upon a similar, although not as multifaceted problem. A single Goth-boy with spiked hair is fixing his makeup too! I almost forgot that makeup in this scene is not just a girly thing. However, he is alone, and will probably leave very soon. And when this will happen, I will still be here, and wash my dirty genitals.
Until then, I can use the place next to him to fix up my own makeup. “hi”
“Hey.” He only glances for the glimpse of a second through the mirror at me. He is absolutely focused, although his makeup is rather simple, he needs all his attention to bring it onto his face. It reminds me a bit of when I was younger and didn’t have the practice and skills yet. I guess goth-boys don’t do their makeup as often as girls. We don’t do any conversation, which I find calming and salvaging for this moment. No cheesy pickup lines, no gossip, no stupid questions. Just two Goths accepting each other’s existence and weirdness.
He finally packs his items into a small purse and smiles at me. “Bye!”
“Goodbye.” I smile back. The timing is perfect, as my own makeup is also nearly done. I finish it in just a minute, then I get my mistreated vagina out of my purse and clean it with warm water and soap. It’s not my favorite soap, but I feel so much better, as the water is rushing over my intimate area, finally cleaning up the filthy dirt off of it and now doing it with my own hands, not by some unauthorized strangers fingers, who have no right and business of even touching me.
Damien is allowed, of course! Oh yeah, I finally made it, I got my pussy back! Maybe even in time. If he is still here, I can still get it to him as scheduled. And if he should be gone already, we will meet in Pittsburgh tomorrow again for a second attempt. This time I will be more careful for sure, and not lose it again! My heart is booming at those thoughts, and my ears get all hot. I’m playing with my clitoris, but I know I must stop, as this is neither the right place nor time to masturbate.
So I take a deep breath and swallow my primitive urges, grab a few paper towels and pat my genitals dry, before dumping the paper into the trash. Perfect!
I wince in fright, as one of the stall doors bangs shut all of the sudden and as I spin around a stranger with a black button-up shirt closes the zipper of his leather-pants and closes in to use the sink next to me: “Oh great! You found it?”
I got caught! I try to hide my naked vagina behind my hands and stare at him in distress. How did he even know what I was looking for? Was I so suspicious? “what?”
“My friend’s toy. The one you try to hide there.” He points at my hands.
My heart stops. His friend’s toy? Oh no! That can’t be true now. “Are… you sure?”
“Sure about what?” He frowns.
I froze in complete shock. What am I supposed to do now? I can’t give it to him! It’s mine. It’s my vagina, my femininity. My special gift for Damien, my future. But how can I explain that to him, without making a complete disgraced fool of myself? My lips get dry and my throat is so tight that I can’t say a single word but stare at him. Please, I can’t lose it again, his horror can’t continue!
He doesn’t give in and expectantly holds his hand open. “Can you give it to me please?”
I shiver, panic is rising in my body like venom in my veins. Run Luna, run! But my legs are merciless blocks of concrete. And I can do nothing but stare.
“We were already looking for it. Please give it to me now, we need it.” His voice is silent but determining.
I know I have no choice. There is no way I can explain the situation to him. I must give him my vagina. Submissively I nod and hand him my pure and nude ladybits. “Okay, Sorry.”
“Thank you.” He mildly smiles.
Why can’t he just give it back to me? It is so wrong to feel his uninvited hand touching my private parts. I don’t want that. I hate it, I don’t want to feel strange fingers like that.
He doesn’t care and forces my tender femininity roughly and without love into the narrow pocket of his leather pants. Then washing his hands as if there was nothing wrong with what he just did.
I rush into the open stall, slam the door shut behind me. The opened brown envelope with Damien’s name still lies on the sticky tiles at my feet, now trampled with dirty footprints.
I shiver all of the sudden, as I remember, that my pussy fell completely nude on the cold floor, when it slipped out. This must have been the place where it dropped. Right here, the dirty tiles directly in front of a public men’s room’s toilet, at a concert full of weird freaks. It lay here for several seconds, until the finder poked it with his boot and then sloppily picked it up. Fuck!
I gag, lean over and puke into the bowl. I feel so dirty and used. And my vagina is gone once again.
AIDEN
Michael comes back with a wide and victorious smile. “Hey, you will never guess what I found in the restrooms.”
“The lost pocket-pussy?” I stare at him.
He pulls it rather forcefully out of his tight leather-pants and lets it dangle for everyone to see like a hunted trophy. “Okay, I was wrong, you guessed it.”
Strange, for a second I get the impression that I heard a scream. “Did you hear that?”
“Hahaha, that is the most moronic thing I have seen in a long time.” Miss Araneae laughs in amusement.
Miss Tery looks surprised. “Wow, I did not expect it to look like that. It doesn’t even look like your average kinky toy. I would even say it is more of a medical replica of some sort? Can I see it?”
“Sure.” Michael throws it over to her. It swirls in a comical arc.
She catches it clumsily, without any form of grace, but then examines it with great interest. She drags her finger along the soft inner surface of the artificial pink labia and twists them out of curiosity. “Wow, it feels surprisingly natural, almost like real skin. And how is it even warm?”
“A girl just cleaned it with hot water in the men’s rooms. She gave it back to me, when I told her it’s ours.”
“Ah, that explains why it’s still a bit wet too.” Miss Tery nods, and toys around with the gummy-clitoris.
Miss Araneae gets interested as well now, and plugs at the piercing. “Why was she in the men’s room?”
“Araneae, please! Would you really wash something like that in the crowded girl’s room? Rather not, I guess.” Miss Tery shakes her head at her, and twirls the pliable clitoris around like it’s a turn-switch of an old radio. I stare at the toy. Weird, did it just flinch on its own? That can’t have happened.
Miss Araneae pulls a bit at the metal piercing rod. “I like that piercing, it’s a great detail. That cunt is remarkably detailed in general. I wonder how it was made?”
“Advanced technology I would say.” Michael winks amused.
Vivienne comes back from the bar with a new cocktail in her hand, and in the exact opposite mood, rather annoyed, she rolls her eyes. “Oh no, for real now? That thing again? I thought you threw it into the trash.”
“A girl found it, and cleaned it up in the restrooms.”
“In the restrooms again? You probably know what that means, gross!” She shakes.
He changes the topic. “You got another drink, and no beer for me?”
“You’re not in a wheelchair, you can go by yourself.”
“Fine.” He shrugs and heads toward the bar.
Miss Tery puts the fake vagina in the middle of the table, next to a burning graveyard candle, and spreads it open, plucking the long pink labia as wide as possible. Then she takes out her package of cigarettes, pulls one out, and passes it to her friend. “But I guess I like it somehow. Especially that it’s so imperfect. These are really excessive meat curtains. I mean, it gives hope to all of us girls who don’t look all slick and petite down there, that it’s also normal and natural to look like this.”
“I guess you are right.” Miss Araneae takes a cigarette, then offers it to Vivienne.
“No thanks, I don’t want to smoke from that thing, it’s disgusting.”
Miss Araneae lights her cigarette and holds the package now towards me.
“No thanks, I don’t smoke.” I decline as well.
The DJ hits the perfect moment to mask the awkward silence as music starts playing. Darkland Awakening by Subterfuge. The light fades to a darker mood, and the fog-machines are humming.
“Finally, this was taking forever.” Miss Araneae sighs.
Miss Tery points into the room. “Hey, isn’t that Luna over there?”
“Where? Oh yeah, you are right. When did she dye her hair?”
“Already a few months ago. I saw her at the Dark Dance party.”
“Hey, Luna! Luna, over here!” Miss Araneae calls her over.
It’s the red-haired girl I met earlier already. Interesting to learn about her name now. She notices her friends, but seems a bit distressed, as if she can’t really decide if she should come over to us, or continue her path to the bar. Finally, she comes over and her voice trembles nervously. “Oh hi! I didn’t know you were here too.”
“Sure, we wanted to see Astral Cadaver. We were already wondering why you are not here, as you never miss a concert of Damien.” The glow from Miss Tery’s cigarette lights up as she inhales.
Luna seems a bit absent-minded and shifts her focus to the bar. “Yeah, exactly.”
What is going on with this girl? What is she looking for?
Miss Tery ashes into our makeshift ashtray, and holds the pack in Luna’s direction. “You seem to be a bit nervous today. What happened?”
“Oh, I stopped smoking about half a year ago, but I guess, today I could really use one, thanks.” Luna reaches for the pack.
LUNA
I flush the toilet and sway on wobbly legs. How could that happen? I already had my pussy back and now it’s gone again.
I take a deep breath and head for the sinks to rinse my mouth, wash my hands and talk to the mirror. “Stay calm, you already seduced that wimpy guy successfully, so leather-pants Joe will be the next. Your tits are gorgeous and your makeup is still in order.” Fuck! If he just didn’t bury my tender pussy so brutally into his stupid tight pants.
I feel movement, his fingers are digging their way into his pocket, clenching for my right labia, then pulling it out with brute force, dragging the rest of my femininity with it in merciless torment. “Ahhhh!!” my whole body seizes in agony and I end up on the floor, just holding at the sink with one hand but lying on the tiles.
The door flies open and two girls staring down at me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just slipped and fell,” I mumble with clenched teeth. Fucking Bastard, what is he think of accomplishing there? Ripping my damn cunt into pieces or what?
The girls look around for a hidden perpetrator, but notice quickly that I am alone in here. One of them helps me to stand up. “Take my hand.”
I get back on my feet, hold my head and take a deep breath. My pussy gets thrown and caught. Shit, it must be completely out in the open now, very eye-catching and for everyone to see. How am I supposed to deal with this humiliation? But at least it should be easier to find now.
Invisible fingers are shamelessly starting to play with me. Crawling along the sensitive inside of my pussy-lips and toying around with my clitoris and piercing, making me horny against my will. My voice quivers as I squeeze myself past the girls to rush into the main room. “Sorry, I don’t have time.”
I spot that monster at the bar. What is going on there, are they doing a sick Luna-intimacy show against my consent? Please No, he can’t just expose my private parts like that.
Music starts playing and as I move to the bar, a sudden pointy burning sensation on the inside of my sensitive Labia lets me stumble. Somebody is shouting for me: “Hey Luna! Luna, over here!”
As I look around, I see two friends of mine, Miss Araneae and Miss Tery, smoking cigarettes on a sofa. Shit! I need to check the bar urgently, but I can’t simply ignore them, so I walk over. “Oh hi! I didn’t know you were here too.”
“Sure, we wanted to see Astral Cadaver. We were already wondering why you are not here, as you never miss a concert of Damien.”
This is all getting out of control again. Another short sharp burn lets me reflexively look over my shoulder to the guy with the leather pants, who took my pussy. “Yeah, exactly.” What is he doing? He looks like talking to someone in a black shirt at the bar.
Miss Tery notices my misery and offers me a cigarette. “You seem to be a bit nervous today. What happened?”
“Oh, I stopped smoking about half a year ago, but I guess, today I could really use one, thanks.” Maybe it will help me to keep my sanity somehow. I take one out of the pack, put it between my lips, and reach down to the lighter on the table next to a graveyard candle and a… “Fuck!”
My heart nearly stops and the cigarette falls out of my mouth as I stare into the open flaps of my own pussy, shamelessly widespread like the wings of an eagle.
Miss Tery straightens her arm and ashes down into it without a comment, letting me feel the pain of a quick hot spark. Miss Araneae uses the side of my sacred clitoris to stably lean her smoking cigarette against it, putting it down for a moment. She relaxes back and laughs amused: “Haha, don’t panic. It’s just a joke!”
“We couldn’t get another ashtray, so the girls decided to use this as a replacement.” A Metalhead with a Venom-shirt reaches down for my dropped cigarette at his feet and gives it back to me.
“Looks kinda realistic, huh?” Miss Araneae chuckles.
I put it in my mouth with trembling fingers and lit it up. I can’t stare away “Yes it… does.”
My wonderful intimate femininity is nonchalantly abused as a fucking ashtray. Presented completely open to the public in the middle of that table. Shit! I want to object, but I have no idea what to say. How can they do this, how can they even think this is acceptable? That’s a nightmare!
How will I get out of this situation? It’s impossible to take my vagina, while they are all sitting around it like that. I need to stay put, if I fall out of my role, they will get suspicious. Nobody knows, and it must stay that way, so I have to play along.
A girl with natural red curls, I know her only by sight, crosses her arms. “Just for the record, this wasn’t my idea.”
“Luna, careful! You can’t make a mess here.” Miss Araneae points at the smoking end of my cigarette.
I shortly pull on my cigarette, as it is burned down a bit already. I take a look around, where I can drop the ashes, only then it strikes me. Please no! I can’t abuse myself like that.
But I have to. I have no choice but to act as if my vagina is just a meaningless prop to me.
I gulp, hold my breath, and drop the hot ashes on my spread-out labia. It hurts so much more in my heart, than in my crotch.
Miss Tery does the same, just with no emotions behind it. “So tell us, what happened?”
“Just some stupid shit. Nothing important.” I try to play it down. What else should I do? I can’t tell them the truth. Utterly impossible.
“Okay then?” Miss Tery looks a bit confused.
A moment of awkward silence is graciously covered up by a Diva Destruction song.
“Where have you been? I haven’t seen you during the concert,” she asks further.
The Metal guy gives me an Alibi “She was next to me, in the first row on the left.”
“At least in the beginning. After a few songs she left.” The unknown girl adds.
I inhale the smoke and lie badly. “I got a drink at the bar, and couldn’t reach back to the front row afterward.”
Miss Tery looks suspiciously at me, she seems to sense that I have to hide something.
Miss Araneae leans forward again, dumps the glimmering tip of her cigarette, and takes it between her fingers. But instead of pulling her hand back, she contorts my intimate piercing. “Hey Luna, didn’t you say, you had gotten a similar one just a few months ago? Does it look like this?”
The sensation is weirding me out, her fingers just toying with my genitals and I can’t do anything about it. I want to slap her. Instead, I lean in, as if I had the need to inspect my own pussy and try to play it cool. “Yeah, I think mine is a bit smaller, but it’s similar indeed. I can show it to you later on in the Ladies’ room, if you like.”
I bluff. My panties are empty, everything she could see is already between her fingertips. As I want to get up again, I notice a slight shimmer on my spread labia. Oh no! Although I hate it, my stupid pussy gets aroused again. And there is no way for me to hide my unwanted emotions.
Finally, she releases me, drops another bit of ashes, and leans back once more. “Sure, if you are okay with that.”
I gulp in sinister foreboding. It gets relentlessly stronger, the vibrant tingling in my lower abdomen, the force of nature that is inherent in my vagina. I can’t get amorous right now, I don’t want to. I hate it, but I get insidiously betrayed by my own twitching cunt.
I take a seat on the armrest of the sofa next to Miss Tery and cross my legs. Just a hopeless attempt to hide my crotch. But everything I would like to hide lies openly visible on the table.
The others are laughing about something. “Haha. Oh, and she was just completely clueless, as she left our shop.” That girl with the red curls just told a story I completely missed. Maybe I should listen more, and not focus on what is happening with my pussy, that might calm it down again.
I feel the hot sparks, as Miss Tery and Miss Araneae are dropping the ashes on my skin. But it’s not so bad anymore. Maybe the moisture helps to cool it down? Or is it because my pain perception changed as I’m getting aroused? Fuck, I don’t want to!
Although I try to act calm, on the inside, I feel like a nervous wreck already. I pull on my cigarette and even need to cough shortly, then lean forward again to drop its burned tip.
A complete stranger girl with a punk outfit stops by with a big grin: “Haha, that’s a funny ashtray”
Without asking if it’s okay, she lowers her hand and flicks repetitively with her fingernails against my exposed clitoris in such a fast and frisky way, that it trembles. I can’t hold still, and pull heavily on my cigarette to obstruct a moan. Hot blood is rushing through my veins.
How can something feel so invasively repulsive and wickedly great at the same time? I want her to stop, but when she takes her fingers away, my hungry clitoris is craving for more.
“Where did you get that wacky thing? It’s glorious!” The punk girl smiles.
I need to create a distraction. “I have seen similar ones on the internet.” I cringe, as I hear the lascivious undertone in my voice. Fuck, that sounded way sexier than intended.
“Really? Where?” She asks further.
I just shrug and try to answer as calmly as possible. “Don’t know, some high-end fetish-shop I guess. I am sure it’s one of those.” Damn, I sound so artificial.
“Yeah, that might be true! I have even seen an article on a feminist blog about a company that plans to build entire artificial women as sex robots. Complete with artificial intelligence and everything. So disgusting.” The ginger girl snorts.
I nod and point approvingly to her. “See!”
Miss Araneae pulls a last time on her cigarette, then she leans forwards and squeezes it out mercilessly on the inside of my sensitive labia. I clench my teeth and freeze not to scream in horrific pain. Fuck!
“Hey, did someone spill his drink into the ashtray?” She notices my wetness.
Miss Tery observes the discovery and runs her finger along my slit. “Weird, it’s quite slippery. Like gooey soap or something.”
With her eyebrows drawn together, she smells her fingers to investigate what it might be. “That smells unusual. Somewhat like pussyjuice?” She even carefully tastes her fingertips with her tongue and looks very confused. “Yeah, it does. that’s odd.”
“Pussyjuice?” The punk smells her own fingers now as well, as she touched me already.
My heart thunders almost up against my chin, they are about to find out! What do I do?
Miss Tery frowns, then squishes out her cigarette on my vagina as well and shrieks in terror: “It twitched!”
I cramp as the pain hits me, but manage to stay silent as I suck in the air through my teeth.
“What? You are crazy, that can’t be.” Miss Araneae wonders.
But Miss Tery is shaking. “I swear it moved all by itself. That thing is haunted!”
“How can it twitch? It’s just rubber or something.” The Metalhead has doubts.
They are onto me, they will find out! I can’t deal with it. My heart explodes, this is too much for me. In a panic, I pull so hard on my cigarette that the ember reaches the filter. I push it against my wet cunt and tremor as the sharp pain burns my helpless genitals.
I can’t take it anymore! Without a word, I hurtle past the others and flee towards the exit.
“Fuck me! It’s true!” The metalhead shouts astonished behind me.
AIDEN
“It twitched!” Miss Tery shrieks so panicked out of nowhere, that even Luna flinches.
Miss Araneae gazes at the odd pussy-ashtray. “What? You are crazy, that can’t be.”
“I swear it moved all by itself. That thing is haunted!”
Is it true? I believe I had previously witnessed it as well, but that can’t be true, can it? How can that be? “How can it twitch? It’s just rubber or something.”
I stare at the suspicious thing. That is impossible. I wait for it to move once more, just to confirm our obscure observation. Is it somehow alive?
It really happens again, as Luna pushes her cigarette out on it. She is so freaked out by seeing it moving, that she flinches hard and panicky runs away.
I stare in disbelief. “Fuck me! It’s true!”
“I told you! It’s haunted! It’s witchcraft.” Miss Tery’s voice is full of fear.
I look after Luna fleeing out of the room. Whatever made her so nervous already before, this eerie experience just gave her the rest.
Miss Araneae laughs. “You are crazy. It must be some motion feature or something. Witchcraft isn’t real.”
“It is! It truly is. There is more to earth than science can explain.”
“We could cut it open to find a motor and a battery in there, that’s your witchcraft.” Miss Araneae rolls her eyes.
Miss Tery shakes her head. “No, you can’t do it. It’s real, I swear. It moves, gets wet and it even tastes like it’s a living vagina. It’s cursed, it might belong to a demon or a witch. It’s freaking dangerous.”
I want to object, but somehow her words make sense. That thing was obscure from the beginning. It doesn’t look or feel like it’s just a fetish toy, I found it in this mysterious letter. I should have been suspicious the moment this thing got all over wet by itself, when I carried it in my pocket. And now it got wet again and even moved as if alive. Something doesn’t add up at all.
But magic doesn’t truly exist, or does it? I need to talk to Miss Tery in private.
I get to her side and speak into her ear. “I have a suspicion about it, can I talk to you in private?”
“Okay, where do you want to talk?” She nods, still agitated.
I point toward the door to the second room, where I took my phone call earlier. “We can talk over there.”
She follows me and takes a deep breath. “This thing gives me the chills, it’s truly haunted. I have never seen something like it.”
“Me neither,” I whisper.
An older drunk guy snores on one of the empty sofas in the dark. We just ignore him.
She strikes nervously over her arm and looks around. “What do you know?”
“I usually don’t believe in those ghost stories, but fuck me, you could be right. I really don’t have a better explanation for it. I found it earlier today, in a brown envelope at the bar.”
“At the bar? I thought you found it in the restrooms?”
“No, I just opened the envelope there. It was addressed to Damien.” I explain what happened. “It was very weird, because it was warm and wet, full of goo.”
“It was addressed to Damien?” she asks.
“Yes. The dot of the i was even shaped like a heart, I thought it was some lost fan mail. I washed the vagina with hot water and soap. It was completely clean and pristine afterward, but a bit later it got all slimy by itself in my pocket again. I didn’t really think about it, and just dumped it into one of the empty cups. And I saw it twitching earlier as well, but thought it was just my imagination. Something is truly weird about it.”
“Can you get that envelope? It might help to find out the truth.” She suggests.
I caress her shoulder, to calm her down a bit. “Yes. Wait here for a moment.”
I rush into the restrooms, a guy in black with a blonde deathhawk relieves himself into one of the urinals. I open the door to the stall where I opened the mysterious envelope earlier, but it is gone. “Shit!”
What do we do now? This thing might have been an important piece of evidence. As I go out, the deathhawk guy washes his hands and dries them with a few paper towels, which he tosses into the trash underneath the sink. I know the chances are slim, but I wait till he is gone, then I rummage in the trash. It is disgusting, but my intuition did not deceive me, I see it in there.
“Hey, digging for drugs? Don’t be that low, I can sell you something. What do you need?” A younger punk boy with a ripped jean vest and messy green hair walks into the door.
I pull the envelope out of the trash. It got trampled on and has seen better days, but it might be valuable. I leave the dealer behind. “Sorry dude. I have everything I need.”
I get back to Miss Tery and show her the envelope. “Here, I got it. Sorry, it got a bit messy.”
“It’s okay I guess.” She investigates it, carefully looks at the paper, touches the edges, and sniffs at it. “It stinks of urine, beer, and pussy-juice.”
“It had been on the floor of a toilet stall for a while,” I mumble.
She nods. “Yeah, but the writing looks like it had been made by a girl. Where did you find it again?”
“It wasn’t there anymore, I had to fish it out of the trash.”
“No, I mean in the very beginning.”
“Ah, sorry. I’m stupid. It was before the concert had started. On the floor directly in front of the bar. What do you think about it?” I want to know about her opinion.
She takes a deep breath. “I don’t know. But I have a very wild guess.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know if I am right. But maybe one of Damien’s groupies is a witch, and somehow found a spell to detach her pussy to give it to him?” She comes up with a story.
I blink. “That’s wild indeed.”
“She put it into the envelope, wrote his name onto it, and brought it to the concert. But somehow she was clumsy and lost it. That’s why it ended up on the floor and in your hands.”
“You think some girl would truly do that and then lose her pussy? Who would do that? And why isn’t she trying to get it back?” I have my doubts.
She smirks. “Think about it. Who is the biggest Astral Cadaver fan, but for some reason still misses half of the concert and acts very weird since the whole evening already?”
“Luna?”
“Maybe! As far as I know, she even is heavily into practicing witchcraft.” She concludes.
I frown. “That can’t be true. Luna looks so dainty and graceful. Apart from her massive tits, I mean. I can’t imagine her pussy looking like this. It’s so beefy, like an overflowing roast beef sandwich. It just doesn’t fit her frame.”
Miss Tery crosses her arms. “Wow, that’s rude! What do you think she has to look like down there? It is totally plausible, she doesn’t have to meet your dirty fantasies.”
“Sorry, it wasn’t meant like that. I just can’t imagine that this might be her vagina. Besides, don’t you think it is odd that she doesn’t take it back, if it is really hers? She even smoked with you and used it as an ashtray as well. Why would she do that?”
“Yeah, that got me confused as well. But think about it, maybe she does have inhibitions about it. You just called it an overflowing roast beef sandwich. Maybe she is just ashamed and doesn’t want anyone to know that it indeed is hers, and just plays along because of her anxieties.” She finds an explanation for it.
I think about her conclusion. She makes a perfect detective. “Sorry Miss Tery, if that is true, I have to call you Miss Holmes in the future. It’s far-fetched, but it makes sense somehow. What do you think, we should be able to prove it quite simply, by just doing something painful to the vagina while observing her. That should reveal it.”
“Yes, that should confirm it.” She nods affirmatively.
I take a deep breath. “There is just one more problem. If Luna is truly a witch, and we hurt her pussy, this could lead to terrible consequences for us. I don’t want to get cursed by her.”
“Yeah, this is quite possible indeed. But to be honest, I’m not so sure about it by now anymore.”
“Why not?”
“She is a witch, but clearly not a good one. If our conclusion is correct, she was stupid enough to lose her own vagina by negligence here at the club, and by now, she wasn’t able to get it back at all. That doesn’t speak well for her skills, to be honest. I think she might be a lousy amateur, and only stumbled about this spell by chance or something.”
“So, you think she is a witch, but an incapable one?”
“A capable one wouldn’t get into this embarrassing situation in the first place, don’t you think so?” She shrugs.
I agree. “You are a very clever girl. What is your real name?”
“That my friend, has to stay a mystery.” She leans forward and grins.
I have to laugh. “Haha, touché! I think you might be completely right. Let’s hurt this pussy to validate it.”
“With pleasure. I want to know if I am right.” She smiles victoriously.
Side by side we get back to our corner, Vivienne and Miss Araneae are sitting on the small couch now, Michael is finally back and found his place on the armrest next to his fiancé, but the vagina is gone. I raise an eyebrow in confusion, did Luna take her chance and get it back? “Where is our special ashtray?”
“Oh, that punk girl took it.” Miss Araneae looks at me.
I stare back at her with big eyes. “She took it?”
“Yeah, She found it entertaining.”
“And you let her just take it?”
“Sure, why not? You said you didn’t want to have it anymore and we finished our smoke anyway. So, what’s the problem now?” She crosses her legs and bobs her foot.
I look at Miss Tery and she stares back at me.
Vivienne speaks up. “I’m happy that this filthy smut is gone, it was embarrassing and dirty.”
“Okay, you stay here with the others. I’ll try to get it back.” I talk to Miss Tery.
She nods. “Good luck.”
“Oh no! Why can’t you just leave that stupid thing where it is?” Vivienne sighs.
I ignore her and take a look around. People are talking and drinking, gathered in small groups around the dancefloor and the bar. The fog bathes the room in a mysterious atmosphere, supported by colorful lights and patrons are dancing to the music. Someone argues with the DJ. But I can’t see anything suspicious. Where has the punk girl gone? Is this somewhat like Luna’s experience? Looking around for that vagina, her vagina, and not knowing where it is? It might explain why she acted so stressed out.
To be continued…