tabooGoo

Razor-sharp cyan lights slice through the black floor, cut up the black angular walls and slash across the black angular ceiling planes, the stark bright zigzag patterns designed to create illusions of conflicting geometries, odd scales, and shifting perspectives converging on the black stage.  Sure, the cutting edge has moved off to virtual reality immersion, and yes, this is all brick and mortar, but the tabuGoo is no Astral Kitchen, no luddite loTek nostalgia-laced yawn.  The tabuGoo is a razz radJoint for freaks hooked on Real, hooked on fevered sweat swapping, on grinding shaking and bumping on a sizzling jam-packed butts-to-nuts dance floor, where, if you’re waggin the right swag to get past the doorBot, the gigaWatt jolt of actually being there kicks hard.  hauteMode artThrob poshWanks rub shoulders with psiTrance gRazer sleazeBoyz.  fameJunky trendWhores who haven’t gone viral, but want to desperately, are frontin’ their groove, vogueing, strutting, and pozzing for the glitterati that have.

Dano is a regular, well known to tabuGoo habitués, but he’s no dapDaddy flaunt.  If it ain’t Art, he don’t give a shit.  All the same, tonight’s vibe is different.  Tonight heads turn to look.   Tonight he’s nambawanDoode, which means he’s flexin and sportin whether he likes it or not.  Eyes gawk as, all sharp in tight black leather pants and a loose black shirt, he presses his way through the packed club. Tonight, for the first time Dano Kalon, guitarist extraordinaire, the hottest baddest axeslinger in town, is going to be appearing on the fabled tabuGoo stage.  Tonight, his band, The eXitTrip, are headlining.

 “Hey Dano!”  The snake charmer seduction is just loud enough for him to hear.  Dano stops and looks down to see pure sizzling eye magnet, a tall, fragile eastAsian beauty sitting with a drink and gazing enticingly up at him.  Her firm, pert breasts and golden nipples poke through a sheer lumi microDress that conceals nothing and glows in silvery hues.  She batts her heavily gilded eyelids and smiles sultry man candy golden metallic.  Her silver hair is cut in a severe bowl, like a shiny mushroom cap.

Dano returns the smile.  Shit, she’s bitchin!  Do I know her?   He leans down to talk.  “Have you changed your hair or something?” 

“I change all the time.”  She tilts her head coquettishly and runs her hand slowly up his thigh. Her scent is exciting, but he keeps kool.

“Then you’re going to have to help me here.  Are you a model?”

“Nice try, but no.”

“Actress?  I’ve seen you in a vid?”

“Not exactly, and maybe.”

“Hmmm, let’s see...” Who the fuck is she?  Dano’s eyes twinkle mischievously, “we slept together…?”

“Not yet,” she answers coyly without missing a beat.

“So, we don’t actually know each other...”

“Why, do you sleep with all the women you know?”

“Hardly.”

“That’s not what I hear.”  She shifts her shoulders flirtatiously and crosses her luscious long legs.  “I’m a big fan of yours.  She widens her eyes and indicates for him to sit.  “Why don’t you join me?”

Dano’s magnetized and seriously tempted, but The eXitTrip have a gig to do.  “Why don’t I catch you after the show?” he asks, “if you’re stickin’ around.”

“You bet.  After all,” she licks her lip, just barely, but enough to display a tongue stud, “this is the hottest ticket in town.”  She gently places a hand on Dano’s cheek, draws him in, and plants a kiss on his mouth.

“It is now,” Dano says as he slowly pulls away and straightens up.  “Later, then,” he nodds, reluctantly turns and pushed his way towards the bar, blithely walking through layers of phantasmagorical simEnhancements, through a cacophony of alter-egos, mixing and meshing SIM and Real, coded for a fast head-bang, girly sex, a good pounding, or whatever else does it, anonymity optional, all invisible to Dano, to anyone without an eyeVid or a chip.  He tries to avoid eye contact as best he can as he swagges and pushes through the crowd of moshGrrrls, sniffers, wooRats, bambis, trisexuals, dramaDorks, whatever, all sceneKill nightlife vying for his attention.

“Dano, you guys are jizzin!”

“Kick some ass!”

“You’re a fukin’ hero, dood!”

“Dano!” a pat on his back.  The voice is silvery and rich.  Dano turns.

“Ooh, I love your eye makeup, but those lips could use a bit of colour.”  A gorgeous gent with perfectly sculpted cheeks, wearing rouge Louboutin lipstick, a thigh length Armani nehru jacket and matching ankle length skirt, smiles at Dano, perfect teeth behind perfect lips.  “Ever do manPussy?” he looks at Dano over his rectangular mirror shades, “if you ever want to try, here’s my contact,” he offers a beautifully designed silver card, “gRazer style, of course!”  His hand is graceful, slender, delicate, long fingers, long alizarin crimson nails.  Dano graciously but noncommittally accepts the card.  He’s got to admit, the gent’s spicy.

“Dano!”  This time the voice is familiar.

“Hey! Iva! Shit, I almost didn’t see you,” he huggs her and kisses her cheek.

Iva’s face and body are darkened like a barely visible new moon.  Pink lipstick and yellow eye shadow glow with a soft incandescence.  Blinding bursts of lightning sporadically blaze across her black dress.  “It’s so radically juice that you’re playing here!  Come catch up with us afterwards?”  Iva gestures, luminescent fingernails and a large glowing ring floating on faintly moonlit hands tracing the flow of the motion.

Dano notices Sepp and Zora waiting impatiently at the bar.  “Yeah, sure, kool.  I’ll catch you later.”  He shoulder surfs through more fawning fans, sycophantic super fans, pole trolling fake fan groupies and finally reaches the bar.

“Sorry, I had to run the gauntlet.”

“So suddenly you’re a heart-throb hottie?”  Zora, The ExitTrip’s singer and Dano’s part-time fuckBuddy asks smiling sarcastically, her clear blue eyes playfully irritated.  She oozes irresistibly bangable vibes.  Tonight her hair’s jet black, cut flapper style, bangs almost covering her eyes.  Her face is white above her cheeks and dipped in indigo below.  She sassily hussies her shoulders and the holo of a mad leering clown awakens on the bodice of her black a-line dress, his eyes waggling lasciviously at the jiggling of her breasts.

“Jealousing on Dano already?” Sepp jibes.  Sepp’s the bass player in The ExitTrip, quiet most of the time, but cutting when he opens his mouth.  “We’re not even famous yet.”  His eyes follow the clown’s and land on Zora’s full breasts.  Zora ignores him.

“Keep it kool, guys.”  Elbow on the bar, Dano leans into Zora.  “You know you’re looking wet, grrrl.  I’m going home with you…”

Zora runs her cobalt fingernail down Dano’s face, leaving a sparkling line of tiny stars from his forehead to his chin.  “You’re the sweetest, truest, philanderer who ever picked up a guitar,” she whispers in his ear and then kisses him, sky blue lipstick on his mouth overlaying the golden metallic.  “But I see you’ve already fallen into a honey pot.”  She runs her finger across the golden smudge, leaving a few more stars.  “Let’s cut each other loose tonight.  Have a little fun?”

Dano knows that meant that she has her eyes on someone, or has already been shagging someone, him or her, since they last saw each other.

“Sure, grrrl.  Whatever you say.”

Zora’s smile is lingering, then she looks up and notices Audrey, who does the visual treatments for The exitTrip, and her French boyfriend, Marc.  “Yay, here they are!”  Zora waves them over.  Audrey’s short gossamer dress glows ghostly like a phosphorescent jellyfish in a black sea.  Her long luminescent platinum hair is piled on top of her head like a radiating radioactive plant growing out of control on some weird botanical trellis.  Marc’s ensemble is equally evanescent but more low-key, his black pants and sweater glowing only at the edges.

“Aw, look at them,” Zora motions to Dano, “they hold hands!”

Audrey’s eyes shoot daggers.  “So, what are we drinking?” she says to change the subject.

“Courtney’s doing bartending tonight,” Dano says.  “She’s mixed a special for us.”

“Special what?”

“DreamWater.”

“DreamWater?” J.P. lowers his shades and looks skeptical.  He has just shown up with Max and overheard.  “Before we do a show, we’re doing dreamWater.  No shit?”

“No shit,” Courtney says smiling as she pours the emerald green liquid into seven glasses.  “Mixed to get you relaxed and inspired, not high.”

“ONE! TWO! THREE...” In Real, live is live.  Hard, hot, loud.  “FOUR!”  Sepp hits the count, Max hits the drums, and The eXitTrip hit the first number rock-hard and solid.  The dance floor erupts into a hurricane of sweaty, seething, throbbing bodies, pounding, rocking, swaying to the beat of The eXitTrip.  The drums shake the floor, the bass hits like a fist, J.P.’s sax howls and Zora’s vocals burn hypnotic.  Dano’s body moves liquid to the sound, his guitar screams, cries, roares, laughs, sighs, beggs, and propells the club into a wild frenzy where time and place don’t exist, while Audrey’s light show ups the voltage, catapulting the energy at The tabuGoo into a whirling-dervish bitchin mad hallucination.

It's way past the wee small hours, the third set has just ended.  Dano, drenched in sweat, steps off the stage, and straight into the golden lips of the tall eastAsian beauty’s skillfully seductive French kiss.  Her studded tongue explores and teases, inviting him to deeper pleasures.

“Who is that?”  Audrey notices Dano and the beautiful stranger lip-locked and intertwined.  She nudges Zora, surprised that she doesn’t seem to give a shit.

“Some cumDumpster.  How the hell should I know?”

Audrey flashes Zora astonishment mixed with incredulity in one of her split-second looks.

“Oh, I gave him the night off.”  Zora looks around, obviously expecting someone.  Instead, Anton, resplendent in a glowing orange suit, comes up and joins them at the bar.  The holo-eyes floating below his lapels stare at the clown staring at Zora’s breasts.

“I know where we can go,” golden lips murmur hot and sultry into Dano’s ear, teasing with a tongue stud.

“Lead on, babe,” Dano is weak-kneed and hypnotized.  He can’t keep his eyes off the hard golden nipples, the slim waist, the perfect hips, the black lace panties, the long legs, all delightfully visible under the translucent microDress ... “Lead on.”

She takes his hand and guides him across the dance floor, around a corner, down the black corridor with its weird false perspectives, the zig-zag cyan lines creating optical illusions that make doors appear tiny until reached, around another corner, through a black door next to the fire exit and to an inner room marked ‘Staff Only’.

Anton’s eyes follow Dano and golden grrrl as they disappear.  “Honey, are you lettin’ Dano fall into the clutches of that huzzie?”  He looks doubtfully at Zora, then at Audrey.

“Like I told Audrey, he’s got the night off.”  Zora sounds as if maybe she’s having second thoughts.

“Oh, and so who are we waiting for?” asks Anton, unable to hold his curiosity. “If it’s a he, and handsome, can I join you?”  He winks at Zora.

“It’s a fLuid, usually a she,” Zora gives Anton her pouty come-on look, “but tonight I don’t know.  You’re still welcome join us.”

“Nah, too much pussy for me.”

“SHIT!” Audrey exclaimes suddenly.  She had just run a face recognition search.   “It’s Cynderella, that famous groupie!  Fuckability rating 9.8!  She posts videos of her blow jobs!”

“I was trying to tell you she’s a jizzJunkie, sweetie,” Anton purses his green holo lips and they sparkle like emeralds, “but you said you didn’t care.”

“Allo Zora,” (kiss kiss) “Allo Anton,” (kiss kiss) Marc greets as he comes up, and then plants a huge wet kiss on Audrey’s mouth.  “You guys were incroyable!  You brought down the house!”

“Hi Darling!”  Audrey wrapps her arms around Marc’s neck.  “You’re not bullshitting?”

“It was sensationnel!” Marc gestures ‘je ne sais quoi’ with his hands.   “Like the Cavern Club, people are gong to be bragging about witnessing this night for decades to come.  'I was at the tabuGoo when the eXitTrip...’”

Audrey silences Marc with a kiss.  “Thank you darling, but we may have a situation here.  Dano’s fallen into the clutches of a professional groupie...”

“And this is a bad thing?”

Audrey checks Cynderella’s link.  “Oh, shit!  She’s liveStreaming him now!”  Without another word Audrey turns and rushed to the toilet corridor, to where she had seen golden grrrl lead Dano, and runs toward the first tiny door, which grows to normal size by the time she’s desperately knocking on it.  It’s a unisex bathroom.

“I’m in here,” replies a woman’s voice. 

“Dano, Dano!!!” Audrey knock frantically.

“There’s no Dano here, do you mind?”

Next is the men’s room.  Audrey takes a breath and pushes the door open.  Ooops!  Too late.  There’s a gent at the urinal.  “Sorry…”

“My pleasure,” the gent says as he sees Audrey.  She hastily retreats.  She tries the women’s room next.  Empty.

Cynderella slowly unbuttons Dano’s shirt, gently runs her finger down his chest, reaches into his tight leather pants, plays around for a minute, and then slowly goes down, her tongue tracing a line along Dano’s stomach as her head sinks ever lower.  She undoes the zipper and eagerly pulls Dano’s erection out.  “Oh, my! I see you are endowed with more than just talent.”  Cynderella is interested in one thing only, and she knows how to feature it center stage, especially when it’s a full throaty instrument like this.  She puts it to her lips and Dano’s pelvis starts to rock in quarter time, his eyes playing along, looking straight at her, into her, into her soul as she takes him in and he sways to that chord, his face captivating hers as she slowly draws him in ever deeper, his rhythm liquid, his melody soft, her mouth in harmony.  The performance isn’t easy for Cynderella to record, given the position her head requires for the proper embouchure, so after reaching bottom and coming back up, she forgoes the oboe, and instead plays Dano with her fingers, like a violin, getting intimate shots of his dancing member and enraptured eyes, before again blowing deep.

Where the fuck are they!  Audrey, watching the liveStream, desperate now, turns the second corner, barges through the black door and sees another door marked ‘Staff Only’.  “Dano!”

“Audrey, not kool!”

“Godammit Dano, she’s liveStreaming you!!!”

“What?”  Dano hadn’t seen any sign of a cam on Cynderella, her next to nothing translucent microDress hiding nothing, but at this point it doesn’t matter anymore because her skillful tongue and stimulating stud are getting him to the point where he’s going to explode into the deep warmth of her mouth.

“She’s a chip head!  She’s streaming you with her eyes!”

Dano, holding Cynderella’s head as he crescendoes into his grand finale, feels the chip under the silver mushroom hair.

Cynderella sucks hard and moans with pleasure as she takes everything Dano has to offer, stands up, looks in the mirror, wipes the overflow on her chin with her finger and licks it salaciously.  “Mmm…” she looks at Dano in the reflection, “I thought you knew…I only do the crème de la crème.”  She licks her finger again.  “You should be flattered.  You’ve made the big time.”  She adjusts her microDress, turns, opens the door, smiles victoriously at Audrey, and walks off, her hips swaying good-by to Dano.

Audrey enters the bathroom, all flushed and flustered. 

“You're embarrassed?” Dano asks coolly, buttoning his shirt.  “For me?”

“She’s got over ten million subscribers!”

“Shit like this is gonna happen, Audrey,” Dano shruggs and smiles endearingly.