Star Struck

Stigmatophilia

Author's note:
I never thought I'd do this but, I'm doing it.
Never be afraid to take risks...

It's comfortably warm this Friday night in Johannesburg and my girls and I are getting ready for a night out in the city. Summer has just kicked in on the South African inland region and I'm in the mood to start off the season on a high. I've had a rough week and I need a definite stress reliever. As usual, I'm the last one to get ready and all my friends are in the lounge waiting for me as I make the last touch-up to my hair. I hear a knock on the door followed by Zintle's muffled voice on the other side of my door, "Hurry up."

"I'm done." I whine as I lastly apply my dark plum lipstick before walking out of my room.

"Alright let's go!" I shout out as I make some touch ups to my long box braids that are neatly tied in a bun. I make my way out the door of my room wearing my gold bandage dress and black platform heels, who knows, I might get lucky tonight.

We pull up in a taxi as we arrive at 'News Café' and the club is buzzing with people and bumping music, as I stepped out to the smells of cigarettes and perfume roaming the air. It's normally always pumping on a Friday night but something about tonight was different, it was more hype than I've seen in a long time. We live in a small town, rarely anything happens here and everyone knows everyone and I couldn't help but get excited for what the night has to bring us. My friends and I walk into the club with little to no problems as to our surprise from how busy and packed the place is and settle ourselves at a table and the waitress takes our drink orders. I looked around and there so many people out dancing, drunk and happy, making my stomach turn with excitement as we order our drinks. As my friends and I raised our glasses once again into our fourth round of tequila shots, I'm already cutting a rug on the dance floor and showing off my moves with my friends when I notice a guy through the laser lights staring at me from the VIP corner making me hotter than what I already am. He had the most beautiful almond shaped eyes I have ever seen which I couldn't help but stare back at as I slowly bit my lip as I continued to move to the beat of the music not breaking contact. After what seems like minutes of our staring competition, my friend Veronica shouts through the music, "That guy has been eye-fucking you since we got up here!" Which immediately breaks the spell.

"I noticed!" I retort. "I'm gonna go sit down and get some air." I yell over the music to my friends as I stumble my way off the dance floor and back to where we were seated.

As soon as I sit down, our waitress returns with a bottle of water in her hands. "That hottie at the VIP section over there thought you could use this." She says as she looks back at him before she looked back at me, "He's American by the way." She nudges at me as she points to the guy at the far end of the dance floor who I was exchanging glances at earlier tonight. As I get a closer look at him, I notice his smooth sun-kissed caramel skin, his dark curly hair lurking out his black baseball cap and a rolled-up maroon blazer he wore over a white tank-top. The blazer slightly exposes his tattoos and I'm immediately turned-on by the gorgeous artwork on his arms, there's just something about a man with tattoos that just arouses me, I just want to touch, trace my fingers across the beautiful pain that he endured for something that gives him so much meaning, I believe the fetish is called stigmatophilia or something.

I bit my lip as I acknowledge them, curious to see more of him. He continues to stare at my direction whilst taking a sip from his drink as he hid a smirk took over his lips from me. I open the bottle and take a long swig from it whilst looking intently at Mr. Almond Eyes. "American you say huh?" I ask the waitress.
"Judging from his accent, definitely. He's also some sort of big-shot too." The waitress confessed.
"You don't say?" I smiled back at Mr. Almond eyes.

She hummed, "Uhm... Him and his friends have been ordering expensive drinks all night."
I waved my finger to the waitress as she leaned closer to me to listen closely, "Well tell him, I say thank you, for noticing when a girl is in dying need for her thirst to be quenched." I say with a smirk without breaking eye-contact from him.
I could hear her smile, "Yes ma'am." The waitress nods before she walks off and makes her way towards the man and delivers the message in his ear as a wide smile escapes his mouth while she speaks to him, revealing his pearly white teeth and sunken dimples. Damn he's gorgeous.