Abandoned Pussy at the Goth-Club

HOW I ABANDONED MY PUSSY AT THE GOTH-CLUB part 06

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

I can’t believe Damien wants to go with me! I’m so excited! I glance around. If I only knew where my pussy is right now. Shit! I would like to get fucked by him so much, but that will be difficult without my vagina. Where is it? I barely have the time to look for it anymore.

Shit, I hate to do anal, it’s no fun! I don’t want to. I need to find it very quickly now, it doesn’t help, I can’t leave it here like that. I rush to the punk girls again. They finally stopped playing with it, hopefully, they will give it back to me now without hesitation. “Hey.”

“Oh, hey.” They sit at a table full of wax splatters and a cold grave light and look at me.

I smile a bit nervously. “Erm… I wanted to ask about that toy you played with earlier. I see you don’t enjoy it now anymore. Can I have it now?”

“No, you can’t.” One of them answers promptly and shakes her head.

I feel repelled. “What? Why not? Listen, I can even pay for it if you like.”

“You can’t pay us. We don’t have it anymore.” Another one shrugs.

I stare at them in disbelief. “You don’t have it anymore? But where is it then?”

“I don’t know. Maybe that guy has it. He wanted to have it, so we just threw it away.”

“What guy?” I ask inquiringly.

They shrug. “Some guy. Average height, black shirt, long hair.”

“But that could be nearly everybody!”

“You are clever.”

“Please, I need it. Can’t you remember better than that?” I get my wallet and put a $20-note on their table.

One of the girls takes it. “I think he wore camouflage pants.”

“Fine, that is something at least.” I don’t waste further time and rush through the room to search for somebody fitting the description and find a stranger with long hair and pants with a white and gray camouflage pattern standing at a table near the dance floor. “Excuse me?”

“Oh hi!” He smiles at me.

I look up to him, as he is about a head taller than me. “Pardon, but did you find a weird toy for adults by chance?”

“What?” He blinks in confusion.

Fuck, this must be the wrong guy! The wrong guy again. I’ll not blow him, it’s pointless. There must be somebody else having camouflage pants as well. I look around.

Damien comes through the crowd, he wears a leather jacket now and has a black bag slung over his shoulder. “Okay, Luna. Are you ready?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure. Just a moment. I just need to say goodbye to my friends.” I nod at him.

He is patient enough for that at least, but I need to find it fast. “Sure, just make it quick.”

I rush to Miss Araneae and Miss Tery to say goodbye and hug them. “Hey, can you believe it? Damien invited me to his hotel!”

“What?! Oh my goodness! You lucky girl!” Miss Araneae is full of excitement. It’s contagious and in anticipation, I jump up and down too.

Just Miss Tery seems a bit cold when we hug. “You go with Damien?”

“Yes, can you believe that?! He’s so Rrrr… Haha,” I laugh and imitate a wildcat’s claws. Then I see him approach us and point. “Oh, there he is!”

He stays a bit off and waves, almost shyly. “Hi there. Hope you liked the concert.”

“Oh yeah, it was so great!” Miss Araneae enthuses.

Miss Tery blinks. “Okay, that comes totally unexpected now.”

“Okay, can we go now?” He asks.

The DJ plays Joy Division’s She’s Lost Control. I take a look back into the room. My vagina must still be here somewhere, but I have totally no idea how I should find it among all those people. And I can’t stress anymore. The hunt and disappointment, it feels so relieving and exciting to go with Damien. Even if I have to leave it behind. I take a deep breath, nod and give my fate into destiny’s hand. “I guess I am ready?”

“Good. I called us an Uber already.” Damien puts his arm around my waist and leads me to the exit, my belly tingles all over-excited, and my heart races. I can’t believe I’m going with him.

We leave the crowded and noisy room behind us and cicadas chirp, when we exit the door. It’s a chilly night with bright stars. The streets are empty and peaceful. I’m nervous, I know my pussy is still in the club, should I really go like that? Just mindlessly abandon it there? But Damien will go without me, if I stay to get it back. I can’t tell him that I stupidly lost it during the concert. No, this is my last chance, I have to make the right decision now.

I have to do the right thing! I gulp and stop, when he wants to head for the street. “Wait.”

He looks at me puzzled. His face is so stunning, his voice so warm and masculine. “Why?”

“I can’t go like this, I forgot something important in there.” I tell him and shyly bite my lower lip. Fuck, that is so hard, but I have to.

He nods. “Okay, then hurry and get it. Our Uber will be here any moment.”

“Yes, I will be back in just a second.” I turn around, I will not waste any time any longer. I must be quick now. I run straight inside and halt at the checkroom, where I fumble for the little orange chip in my purse. “Number 274, the short studded leather jacket.”

“Here it is, get home safely.” the goth-girl behind the counter hands it to me.

I put it on and rush back to Damien. “I just got cold and I love my leather-jacket too much. I couldn’t leave without it.”

“Alright. Anything else?” He smiles. I look at the club and hold my breath. Yes, there is something else and it’s very private. At least nobody found out about my secret, nobody found out that the flying pussy was mine and I could keep my reputation and decency. This night could have ended way worse and embarrassing, and I’ll go home with Damien, so all in all maybe a successful night? I think I did everything I could do to save it and probably even got the best outcome? I take a deep breath but shake my head and smile at him. “No, nothing important. Let’s go!”

“Great. Look, that car coming over there must be our ride.” He points at two moving headlights. A black Chrysler stops in front of us, and like a true gentleman, Damien holds the door open for me. “Ladies first.”

“Thank you.” I get in with a pounding heart, and try to ignore the unfamiliar fingers touching my genitals, which I have to leave behind. I just have to brush the sensation aside for now and fully focus on my night with Damien. My plan was all along to sacrifice my precious vagina to him, and if it is this way around instead, I’m equally fine with it.

Damien gets into the car, closes the door, and sits on the back-seat next to me, putting his hand on my thigh. Oh god, I’m so nervous!

The engine hums as the car starts to move, now there is no going back. We are leaving, and I leave my vagina behind. Leaving it to her own destiny.

AIDEN

I watch it happen from my seat at the bar, drinking my beer. I can’t believe she is really doing this. She is going to leave with him, while I have her vagina in my pocket. It’s really hers, no doubts about it anymore. Without a single sign of worry or regret, she says goodbye to her friends, while Damien waits in the background.

She even seems to be relieved, as he turns his arm around her waist.

She is so hot, I would love to play with her tits, but at least I got her pussy, I truly got it.

They exit the door, then they are gone. That’s it. Luna just abandoned her vagina just like that.

I sip on my beer. Should I tell Miss Tery about it? Probably not, they are friends after all, and if she doesn’t know I have it, Luna can’t find out to take it away from me. Then I can keep it and enjoy my new toy. God, the thought about it alone is so hot!

Damien will be very confused when he will undress her and discover she doesn’t have it. What is Luna even thinking? This girl is just a confusing mess. But a hot one and I own her dripping wet pussy.

I empty my beer and stick my hand into the pocket to enjoy my new toy a bit. I love how soft she feels. But it might still not be the right time to play with it, so I stop and move back to the two girls.

Miss Araneae smiles at me and glances at her friend. “You’ll find me on the dance floor.”

“Did I do something wrong?” I look after her.

Miss Tery shakes her head. “I have no idea.”

“Very weird, that Luna left with Damien.” I play clueless.

She takes a deep breath. “So she got it back?”

“What?”

“Her vagina, she must have gotten it back, before you could get it. For sure she wouldn’t have left without it, especially with Damien.”

I stare at her with big eyes. Yeah, that’s a perfect excuse. “Yes, I saw her taking it on the dancefloor. Some Punk Girls had it.”

“At least now we know, it was really hers. We can’t test it, but why else should she have picked it up. So she truly is a witch.” She comes to a conclusion.

I agree. “Yeah, but she will not keep it. Her plan was to give it to Damien from the very beginning.”

“If she hadn’t done that already. Maybe that’s how she got his attention. Everything makes sense now, appart from her wanting to go to pee. That still confuses me.”

“A riddle left open just adds to the spice of the story I guess. You should know about it” I smile at her.

She smiles back. “I’m Mia. Just one riddle less you have to solve.”

“Hi Mia, it’s nice to get to know you.” How funny, did I find a girl for me as well in the end?

I need to be careful not to make out with her now, if she notices my exceptionally wet pocket, that could lead me into trouble.

“What’s your Zodiac?” She asks.

I frown. “Aquarius.”

“I am Aries” She answers.

“Sorry, I don’t really believe in that stuff. It’s stupid.” I shake my head.

“You have no problem believing that Luna separated her pussy with the power of witchcraft, but you think Zodiac signs are stupid?”

“Okay, I got where you are coming from. But no, I really needed quite a while to accept that this pussy was not a fake. And secondly, only because she found a way to perform real witchcraft, doesn’t make Zodiac Signs relevant.”

“Fine, I understand that.” She nods, stands up, and straightens her black dress.

I make way for her. “Where are you going?”

“To the dance floor, I love that song. Wanna join?” She smiles at me

I scratch my arm and mumble. “I’m a lousy dancer.”

“Doesn’t matter. Everyone just somehow sways around. Just move like you are undead and maintain a very serious facial expression. Maybe, like you have been forced to dance, but don’t really want to do so.”

“I don’t even think I need to act.”

“Then it’s perfect! Come.” She waves me to follow and makes her way to the dance floor.

It’s fascinating how those people dance. Everybody moves somehow, but nobody touches, it’s like they have some sort of bubble around them. It seems they are all in slow-motion, like half speed. Mia’s movements are smooth and elegant.

I move like a brick in a washing machine and promptly bump into a Girl behind me. “Sorry”

She doesn’t even answer, and just pretends it didn’t happen. Very reverently of her.

“What’s that song called?” I ask Mia.

She leans forward to me, while swaying her arms like they are seaweed in a current of water. She glances at me with a straight face, somehow only her glowing eyes reveal her true joyful mood. “Second Still – Altar”

“It’s good.”

“That’s why we are on the dance-floor.” She closes her eyes and mystically swings around.

After a while, it is actually quite fun and we stay on the dancefloor for four more songs.

As the sofa in our corner is occupied by other guests as we come back, we decide to move over to the bar and have a drink together. I have another beer, she orders a Piña Colada and pays for herself. No freeloader, definitely a plus.

“What’s your favorite animal?” She drinks from the straw to not smear her dark purple lipstick and looks expectantly at me with her heavily painted eyes.

I use this as an opportunity to tell her about my pet. “I have a cat.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, a lovely tyrant called Stalin. He is an American Shorthair. Here, take a look.” I show her pictures of him on my phone.

Her eyes shine. “Oh, how cute.”

“Do you have pets as well?”

“Yes, two Axolotls called Sirrah and Phekda.”

“Quite exotic animals. Would you excuse me for a second?” stand up from my barstool and look to the restrooms.

She nods understandingly and stirs her cocktail with the straw. “Sure, I’ll wait here.”

LUNA

Luckily, the weird fumbling on my genitals stopped, I hope I will have a bit of peace for a while, so nothing can distract me from getting intimate with Damien. It feels so good, his hand resting on my leg, while the Uber brings us to his place.

Slowly and very subtle, he let his fingers slide upwards, along the inside of my thigh. It gives me goosebumps and I bite my lip. I want him to reach my crotch, but I know, I can’t let it happen, he mustn’t find out. Fuck, why did I stupidly lost my only pussy like that?

Now it will only be half the fun without it. I can sense how excited it is, how wet and tingling, just not here with me, but with someone else, so weird. I hope I can manage.

At least I don’t have to worry anymore about getting aroused, as I’m no longer in the club actually, and I don’t really care what people might think about this stray cunt getting wet. As I’m not there, I can’t have anything to do with it. Nobody can ridicule or shame me for it. No one knows whose it is, besides me.

It’s getting hotter, Damiens fingers are coming closer. I need to stop him, but I can’t.

His hand pushes my skirt up, just slightly, but decisive. My heart beats, what if he notices?

I’m torn. I want to feel his touch on my crotch, his impossible touch on my most intimate but gone area.

I hold my breath and then it happens, his finger caresses the thin texture of my panties.

I can feel it but it’s nothing like I wished for. I like to be touched by him down there, but I miss the lustful tingling and sexual desire. It feels stupidly mundane and bland, while my lost pussy somewhere else is going crazy, craving for his lustful touch.

Can I even get off like this?

He draws his hand back, did he notice? Does he know I’m missing something important?

No, he acts normal, he is teasing me. Shit, at least that works, I am horny like a unicorn without the horse part. The driver stops after a last turn, the whole ride only took not more than a few minutes. “Here we are.”

I am a bit sobered when we arrive at his apartment. No vampire lair, no cool rockstar hole, just a normal rented apartment room with boring landscape pictures on white walls. The place is clean and nice, but so normal. Almost like it was cut out of an advertising catalog. The only personal items of Damien might be his luggage and the guitar case next to the bed.

He puts on some dreamy ambient music, it’s calming, but still has a slightly dark undertone to it. “Can you give me the lighter over there from the kitchen counter?”

“This one?” I grab a silver lighter and bring it to him.

“Yes, exactly.” He almost whispers, and lights a few candles on a shelf. Not sure if they are his or part of the apartment decoration. I take a deep breath and he dims the light, the candles have a nice smell to them, somehow wooden with sweet hazelnut.

He gets the bottle of Cognac out of a cabinet and holds it presenting it in my direction. It looks fancy, with a flat oval shape and a black and golden label. The liquor itself is has a nice dark orange tone to it. “Can you get two glasses for us? They should be in the cupboard over the sink.”

“Yes, of course.” I nod and choose two bulky glasses. Maybe not perfect for cognac, but they seem to be reasonable.

Damien pours something in for us, we clink the glasses together and drink. It tastes okay, but I’m no fan and not here for the Cognac anyway. But I want to make a good impression and empty my glass. “Oh, that’s nice!”

“Yeah, isn’t it? I got it earlier this year, when we had some concerts over in Europe. Got this bottle from a friend in Lyon. Have you ever visited Europe?”

“No, unfortunately not. But I would love to!”

“Which country would you be most curious about?” He asks me, empties his glass as well, and puts it on the kitchen counter.

I think about it. “France would be cool I guess. Or Italy, I would love to see all those renaissance cathedrals. Or Germany, to visit Wave Gotik Treffen or M´era Luna.”

“Oh yeah, they are great. So many interesting people are coming together, all dressed in black. It’s an impressive experience.”

“Oh, I would love that.” I look at him quite enviously. I bet he is there every year.

“Maybe you will get a chance to go in the future?” He sits down on the bed, glances at me with a stoic smile. No matter what expression he shows, what face he makes, he’s always enchanting me. And now I’m here, with him, in person and not just in my dreams. “Maybe, one day I can go.”

Slowly, without any haste, he opens the buttons of his shirt and takes it off. He is athletic, with a tattoo flowing up his arm, forming around his shoulder and continuing on his right chest. I come closer, and touch him, touch his tattoo and trace over the bats flying out of a haunted house.

He smiles up to me, caresses my arm, plays with the lace fingerless gloves I am wearing. He gives them a gentle kiss, then releases me to open the lace of his boots, taking them off slowly and holding them to me. “Would you put them at the door for me please?”

“Sure.” I shove a strand of cherry-hair out of my face, take his boots, and put them at the door.

He puts his socks off and lets them discreetly disappear behind the far side of the bed.

I do the same and bend down to unbuckle my boots. It takes some time, but I use the opportunity to tease him with my stretched-out bottom. I feel a bit ashamed, as I pull my feet out of my boots. I wear plain black socks underneath the fishnet, because mangling the net between my toes isn’t very pleasant, especially if I wear boots. But now it looks stupid and my left sock even has an embarrassing hole at the heel. Taking just the socks off isn’t possible, because they are underneath the netting.

Fuck me, he is so hot in these tight worn-out black jeans and the studded belt.

I guess I didn’t prepare for the possibility of having sex tonight, as I don’t go home with random guys like that. But Damien isn’t random at all. I’m relieved I shaved my legs and pussy yesterday. God, I’m so wet down there. No, Fuck! Just somewhere. Not here. I’m wet in the stupid Crimson Spiral. I’m so horny I can’t think properly.

I reach underneath my skirt and take my mesh tights and the socks off. Although I would prefer to keep the tights on for now, as I think they are very sexy, it would be weird to put them on now again. My nails are painted in a nice shiny black, as I sneak back to the bed and reach behind my back, to open the lace of my corset.

I kneel with one leg on the mattress, while having one foot on the floor. Damien gently strikes my knee. He is so calm, while I am so nervous. Fuck, why doesn’t this knot open?

I turn my back to him. “Can you rescue me?”

“Certainly.” He opens it, and the pressure on my boobs and my belly decreases. I smile, as I remember the face of that hotel boy, I asked for help on closing it, several hours ago. I shove the corset over my head and let it drop on the floor in front of the bed. My huge boobs are a marvel of nature, even Damien can’t help himself but stare. The way he looks at me is so gorgeous, it makes me feel so sexy and desired. I wish I could hand him my special gift now. We would play together with it.