In a dimly lit room filled with the thumping bass of electronic music, a young woman named Lila was completely lost in the beat. She wore big, over-ear headphones that locked her into the sonic experience, oblivious to anything else around her. Her movements were synchronized with the music, her body swaying and gyrating with every pulse of the rhythm.
As she danced, Lila planted herself full weight on a helpless man's face, completely sealing his airway. She didn't even realize he was there; he was just a part of the landscape, another element of the dancefloor that she used to express herself. His muffled gasps and weak attempts to push her off only fueled her rhythm, adding another layer of intensity to her selfish pleasure.
Throughout the song, Lila's dance routine varied. Sometimes she would sit solidly on his face, feeling the vibrations of the massive speakers echoing through his sucking muscles. Other times, she would switch positions, letting her plump buttocks slide around on his chest or throat as he tried valiantly to lift her off. The pleasure she derived from controlling him in this way was exhilarating, and she moved with a fluidity that suggested she had been doing this for a long time.
As the music finally faded and Lila removed her headphones, she became aware of the man beneath her. He lay there, gasping for air and trying desperately to catch his breath. She smiled at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction and power that she had never experienced before. "You liked that, didn't you?" she purred, running her fingers through his hair. He nodded, too exhausted to answer aloud. "Good," she said, standing up and walking away. She left the club, humming a tune that only she could hear, her mind still full of the rhythm that had taken possession of her body and soul during that one magical dance.
