Dirt had already sold his car(making it a real pain in the ass getting to and from work, but what did they care about that), so 4 busses later we hopped off and walked the last 5 blocks to the old industrial park where the party was. Maya led us to an old, 4 story factory, which I came to find out later, once held the offices and machinary of an appliance factory.
Now, as far as I could tell, the building was empty except for 3 very intimidatingly large and unhappy, leatherclad men standing outside a large steel door just inside the outter door we'd just come in. They looked us over as the heavy outside door closed behind us with a thuddy clang. Kinda felt uncomfortable standing there being accessed liked that. I knew what women meant by feeling like a piece of meat then. After an uncomfortable silence, one of the men grunted something in what sounded Russian, or something similar to my untrained ear. Maya stepped forward and pulled up her stocking-like, flared and tattered black sleeve and showed him the tatoo on the inside of her wrist. My curiosity is by now, somewhat piqued.
The dumbest looking thug, and that was saying something, opened the inner door as his surly comrade buzzed us in. Rasputin much? On the other side of the door, a small, metal grate landing led to a rusting and creaky stairway the fell around a corner and out of sight. A bare low wattage bulb hung from a old and fraying electrical cord above us.
As we filed past Rasputin, he turned and closed the door behind him, shutting us off from ground level. Maya led the way down the winding, groaning stair with Dirt following behind, excitement pouring outta him and I came last, looking around, trying to stop the hairs on the back of my neck from standing up.
We came to another steel door on another grate landing, I still couldn't see any part of the room or rooms we were decsending through. The bulbs barely lit the stairs, they didn't touch the surrounding......whatever it was that surrounded us. Maya punched a code into a keypad in the wall and the door clicked open and swung toward us.
As soon as the door opened, we were assailed with thundering house/dance music, blacklight and the staccato of strobe lights. As we followed Maya through the door, the cavernous room opened before us. I didn't see one wall other than the one the door we just came through was set in. Only steel I-beam support posts as far as I could see. The visual effect reminded me of pictures I'd seen of military cemeteries in DC.
Colored lights flashed and disco balls shot beams of reflected light in a thousand different directions. The deep bass thudded into me like a hundred 4th of July fireworks going off in 10 seconds. But this boom didn't stop and recede. It bombarded you incsessantly, faster and stronger, shrill in your ears then gently massaging the back of your neck. Carresssing you, enticing, luring. Then the bass reverberated in your chest, then all over again.
People jumped and writhed and "danced" to the electronic, staccato pulse. There were bars scattered across the expanse where people of all age, creed and fetish swarmed for drinks. Where there wasn't a bar, or people standing or dancing, there were large couches and over stuffed chairs where people lounged, fucked, sucked, fired or rode the soft warm waves of their horsy rides.
We made our way to the nearest bar where we stood waiting, watching. The scene was extrordinary. People in business suits and latex and leather or dirty clothes...or nothing. Tatoos, piercings, facial scarifications, drag queens and even someone dressed as a cop....YYYYYYY MMMMM CCCCCCCC AAAAAAA-A!!!! Hell, maybe he was a cop, who knows.
The music stopped and silence echoed until, in unison, the room erupted in howls, yells , screams........desire. I could hear in the primal roar, a lust, a greed, a hate......frenzy....................animal euphoria. Young and old. Fortune 500 or homeless, all screaming.
I was surprised to realize I myself was screaming as hard as I could. My throat hurt from it. My soul ached from the desire. Dirt was screaming. Hungerin his eyes. He wanted fixed. Maya's mouth stretched as she howled at the invisible ceiling, whipping her heaqd back and forth, eyes wide open in unleashed, primal rapture.
The lights flashed brilliantly and the music hammered, instantly hard and insistant. The whole place thrashed and jumped to the electronic, New World tribal beat. Drinks hanging limply in flailing hands, forgotten, spilling on the floor and on me. Noone, I included, could deny the urgency in the music. We spasmed and gyrated to the computer generated sounds, the music fast, crunchy and piercing, demanded our conscioussness as we all, as one, worshipped at Baccus' alter.
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