(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOnqjkJTMaA)
The B&G explodes with noise as the last notes of the song are played. Whistles, applaus and cry outs for more, thunder through the entrance and backdoor of the place, the performance of Jayc a clear succes. Nerves start to wash over me, clenching my throat, finding myself gripping the wheel so tight, my knuckles turn white. Then I hear the voice of Lover, having difficulties with overpowering the roar of the girls gone wild, thinking to myself. “Hmm, must have been quite something.. Hope I don’t mess it up”. Then I hear Lover’s voice more clearly as the noise of the crowd dies down.
“Ok ladies, this is your night. Now for your delight, though you might find it hard to rip your thoughts off Jayc’s body, here issssssssss… Tight!”
With a sudden click, all lights in the Bar and Grill go off. Slowly the room starts to fill with a mist that creeps over the floor, wavers upwards and around the ankles of the girls around the stage, kissing skin with lips cold as the blood of a demon. In the back of the room, a moon start to rise, full, colored red, shards of clouds passing by until it reaches its highest point. The long stretched howl of a wolf echoes through the room, glasses on the tables start to tremble as the thumping beat of a base starts to cascade through the room.
In the darkness, the room subtlely lighted by the full moon, naked feet start to run around, faded forms and shades move from left to right, in between the ladies watching, a shreek heard when a cold hand clutches an uncovered neck. The beat of the base increases in volume, complimented with the whispers of a soft wind, dispersing the shards of mist that hug the floor. The entrancing sounds of the wind swell louder and a voice is heard, deep, dark and eerie, the words almost spat out against the walls that seem to start to enclose the crowd on the floor.
“Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'alls neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse’s shell”
Spotlights flood the stage and my figure, as I rise up from a kneeled position and reveal my outfit. Tight, red leather pants, a red leather jacket with a V across the chest over the shoulders, white socks and low shoes. The melody of the song ‘Thriller’ starts to mix in with the thumping base and my foot starts to tap in the beat of the music. Slowly I start a semi circle, looking each girl in the ey, as my hand slides up and pull down the zipper of the leather jacket, revealing a black tank top underneath. As the first chorus starts, I walk up to the edge of the stage, grab the hand of Karen and pull her in my arms, lip synching the horrid words of the song in her ear. I step in behind her, slide my arms around her waist and grab one hand with mine. With a quick pull, I twirl her around, then slowly help her off the stage, locking her eyes in with mine as I move away from her.
With a quick twitch of my head, I turn towards Brandy, falling to my knees on stage, bringing my face as close to hers as I can while I sing the song in husky whispers. I move my torso to and from her in jerky moves, my face going from side to side, the words whispered into her ears. I raise my amrs, arch my writst and spread my fingers, before rushing them down, only to end an inch away from the soft skin of her face. I open my arms, arch them back and let the leather jacket slip off my arms, revealing my bare arms, the tank top tightly stretched across my chest.
In a fluent move I hop back on my feet, jump off the stage and dance through the tables and chairs, my hands and face close to the girls, scaring them with my threatening moves, synchronised with the words of the song. As I lean in behind Sexi, whispering in her ear, I push my butt backwards, where Christy and Adera share a table, slowly wiggling it from left to right, the re3d leather tightly spun across my tight ass. But before they can be tempted to squeeze or slap, I quickly move away. I dance through the narrow isle that leads to the bar, slip behind it and grab Stone’s hand, dragging her out into the dimmed light. I dance around her, pushing against her teasingly until the refrain ends and the music slows down.
From all corners of the Bar, 4 male dancers appear from the dark shadows, their faces grey, the hollows of their eyes black, clothes torn and smeared with dark unknown substances. Screams are ehard from the audience as they move to the beat and slowly tighten the circle around the girls, moving like zombies on the beat of the music. As if trying to escape, I run from one corner to the other, stopped when a zombie raises his arms, the jerky moves of their hands as they claw at me. When I reach the third dancer, the black top is caught, shredded to pieces by raizor sharp nails and ripped off my body while I dash back to the stage.
Each step brings the zombies in closer, while their hands are brushing hair, laid on naked shoulders and faces lean in to highten the scare of their appearance. On stage I dance quickly, moving to the beat and following the increasing intensity of the music, the zombies climbing on stage as they made their way through the crowd. Surrounded, enclosed by the zombies, my movements become smaller and smaller, the bodies of the male dancers collapse on top of me as I press myself to the floor, curled up like a ball. The eerie voice rolls through the room as it goes dark again.
“The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller”
A long stretched, terrifying laugh ends the poem of horror, the music starts to swell back to full volume and suddenly the stage is bathed in light again, exposing me and the four male dancers, naked except for a tiny g-string that only barely covers our jewels. Simultaniously we start to dance, each move bringing us closer to the first row near the stage. My face has changed, now, my skin pale is white, my eyes deep and black, fangs flicker in the light of the spot as I raise my upper lips. Moving like zombies, synched with the beat of the music, we step off stage and straddle the hips of the 5 girls in front, our lean, muscular bodies moving snakelike in front of them, our packages grinding against a chest here and there.
We move through the room, paying attention to each girl, dancing around like a mob of zombies. The music starts to fade out, slowly but surely and as it quiets down, we move back to the stage. A last time the howl of the wolf is heard, mimicked by our movements, throwing our heads back and opening our mouths. The full moon starts to burn brighter in the back of the room while the other lights slowly die off, and with the last beat of the song, 5 hands move simultaniously, ripping 5 g-strings off and tossing them into the audience, leaving us completely naked. We turn, face the crowd and let the girls take in the sight of our erected cocks, then suddenly the moon dies out with a deep thump, leaving the room in deep darkness.
In the back, near the bar, the spots in the ceiling come on and slowly start to light the room, the stage empty, the mist gone, the bar silent for a few moments.. On the wall behind the stage, a picture is shown, clear as day in the obscured Bar..
(lyrics written and performed by Michael jackson)
