The Skin Show by Kristopher Rufty

Author:Kristopher Rufty [Rufty, Kristopher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-03-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Andy might find his way along the poorly lit corridor better with his eyes closed. He blinked his eyes to make sure he really had them open. The walls pressed in close, forcing them to walk single file. He put his elbows against the sides to keep himself stanchioned.

Sugar led the way. The only proof he had that she was there was the peach scent as he followed its sweet trail. And, just like in the car, Karen was in the rear, clutching his hand. He had to move with his arm extended behind him. He wasn’t sure if it was his hand that was sweaty, hers, or a combination of the two, but he nearly slipped from her grasp more than once along the way.

How long is this damn hallway, anyway?

The muffled blaring of music came from ahead. Megadeth was ending as Iron Maiden’s “Run for the Hills” began. They moved along, the song steadily growing louder.

Andy could vaguely make out the shape of Sugar’s head now. Either his eyes were totally adjusted to the heavy dark, or they were approaching a light. When the air began to fill with a pink haze, he realized they were almost there.

Sugar turned around. The bright whites of her teeth glowed in the dark.

“Here we are!”

Karen said, “I can hardly wait,” without any merriment.

Sugar reached behind her back, bent her leg to thrust a knee in the air, then simultaneously pushed and kicked. A pair of doors flew open.

Loud music and scattered shouts and hollers nearly threw Andy back. His hair ruffled from the sudden gust. Voices in a variety of tones seemed to be screaming back and forth. Something shattered. Probably a beer bottle from the deep rattles of its crash.

Although the pink light was dim, it still hurt Andy’s eyes as he attempted to gaze into the room. People seemed to be all over: huddled in corners, filling the main floor, occupying tables that had been sporadically placed throughout. He saw leather-clad bikers, men in expensive suits, cowboys, men who looked like grandpas, men wearing trucker caps and sleeveless flannels, college-aged guys in polo shirts with the collars flipped up, and characterless people socializing together, dancing, and having a great time. Andy noted the lack of females, so few they stood out from the pack like pale scars on tanned skin.

He spotted naked women, none appearing to be above twenty-five, walking back and forth, carrying trays. Some had empty glasses on top, others were filled with liquid.

A damn night club or something.

He should’ve figured as much with a name like The Skin Show.

Probably a fetish club.

No sign of Danny or Rosco. He knew it wouldn’t have been that easy, but he’d hoped for a quick find so they could get the hell out of here.

Walking backwards, Sugar ran her hands through her hair, swerving her hips aggressively with the song. “Isn’t this the best?” She held her arms out, throwing back her head. “Come in! What’s ours is yours! And that means everything!” She kept swaying in reverse until she was swallowed by the crowd.

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