This local club has Goth night every Sunday, so I thought I'd try it given the previous posts in the discussion forum. The club isn't really set up for any good unexpected trample chances, as it's mostly flat except for a couple of 1-2 ft high elevated areas(one is a dance stage) and pedestals. I walk around looking for a good chance, particularly some Goth girl that's obviously had too much, and there doesn't seem to be much promise. Finally I spot a girl wearing 1in high ankle boots with about a 1/2-3/4in heel standing on the elevated area. I grab my beer and head over to the platform and sit down beside her with my hand out for support. She doesn't even get close and decides to go dancing. So I set there.. with my hand out wondering if I'm going to even get bumped. She comes back, see's me and stands a foot away. I notice she's slowly edging towards me, so I figure there's still hope. After about 15 minutes she finally just takes a step back and her heel clips the edge of my finger which prompts her to look down. She see's me and moves away.. @#$@#$@#
I move back to the elevated stage area and these two girls hop up and start dancing. They're getting it on pretty hot and heavy so I figure I can sit at the edge of the stage and they'll never notice me. One is dressed in Adidas type shorts with a t-shirt and Sketchers tennis shoes. She's built a little heavier than the other but still really nice looking. Heh, now for the other one. She's wearing a diamond studded choker, tight Playboy t-shirt, short miniskirt, and knee high leather boots with a chunky 2 in heel. She's very nice looking. I'm sitting there with my mouth open as the one in boots pins the girl in sneakers against the wall and starts rubbing against her. I can't believe this is happening not 1 foot from me. I've got my hand out, but they're not getting any closer. Next thing I know the one in boots switches positions and steps right on my hand. Never looks down. She stands on my hand for a bit then begins moving around, alternating crushing my fingers with her sole and heel. She maybe weighed 105lbs at the most, so it wasn't even close to hurting, but I was in pure heaven. She spins her friend around and she steps on me with her Sketchers. She immediately looks down and moves off. The next part I still have a hard time believing. The girl in boots spins back around, raises her left foot in the air, and stomps down on my hand. She twists off in a dance move and they move to the center of the stage. She glances at me and I mouthed "Thank You" to her as she was looking at me.
Not long after they stop and the girl in boots starts to go to the bar area. I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I hop up and catch her, offering her a drink. As we're walking up I compliment her on her and her friend's dancing, as it was truely hot. Then I ask her if she alwasy steps on guys as she's dancing with her friend and she gets this shocked look on her face and apologizes. I assure her it was ok and that I enjoyed it. We talk for a bit then she pulls me back to where her and her friend was and introduces me to everyone. I managed to get her number, and am supposed to call her this afternoon. Wow, is all I can say.. WOW!!!! WOWWOWOOWOWWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW... ok.. swear I'm not excited. Only downside is that I didn't have my digital camera with me, but hopefully there will be more.
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