Elborado

(( This short story is dedicated to Curator_Daddy. There is a deep and meaningful story behind it but to be brief: This is the product of a thought experiment in which society has formed a culture in which the elbow is the most interesting and provocative, albeit sexualised body part. Enjoy. ))

“Check out the elbows on her?” Mark nodded his head toward a girl sitting at the bar, the length of her arms bent so that her chin was resting on her balled firsts. Her jacket which had been removed only moments before, lay over the back of the tall stool she sat on. Her fair arms were fully exposed, a rare sight but not an unwelcome one. If anything it said she was inviting attention, even if the fashion might suggest she were a little rustic. Brian’s interests were certainly peaked and his curiosity flared. The friends she seemed to be with had a more current sense of dress. One, long sleeved with the elbows bare through tailored holes, the other wearing an elbow length sleeve with fantasy styled leather bracers so that only the joint of the arm showed exposed flesh. To adorn, small metal studs had been glued to the tip of her elbows making for an eye catching adornment. That’s how it was here, out off the streets, after dark, in the clubs where the young or prospective would come to rub elbows. By day the elbows of the masses were covered up, conservative, intriguing perhaps but non-revealing, but by night men and women used their best asset to woo one another into relationships or sordid affairs. For Brian, it didn't matter which, he was just suddenly infatuated at the opportunity for getting up close and personal with this girls elbows.

“I’m going to go say hi,” Mark took a step forward but Brian held out his hand to stop him. “No bro, she’s mine.”

Brian stepped up beside her, leaned one arm on the edge of the bar, the black leather jacket concealing the work he’d put into his forearms, biceps, and a brown leather patch studded with platinum chits and some of the finest artwork in the city adorning his elbow. Different girls looked for different things in a mans elbows but Brian happened to like his style, found a tremendous amount of confidence in it, and had a hope this girl would too. “Hey,” He nodded his head in a traditional greeting, grabbing her attention. She turned her head, seeing Brian, her eyes flicking ever so subtly toward his elbow as it pointed out across the bar. “Hi,” She smiled in reply.

“I’m Brian, I haven't seen you here before, I noticed your jacket,” He nodded toward it, giving it half a look, “thought I’d come over and see you.”

She cocked her head, looked at him slyly, half a smile curling her lips. “Oh yeah? See me, or see my elbows?” It sounded flirty but forward, was she serious or toying with him, it wasn't clear. That made the exchange exciting and worrying at the same time. Suddenly Brian wasn't so sure of this girls intentions, was this just a trap? The prospect of rejection flared its ugly head. He pressed on.

“Both, actually,” He grinned, his eyes glancing down, instinct causing him to glance at her elbow, he couldn't help it. She smiled, nodding her head, seemingly accepting his answer.

“So Brian, you looking to party?”

Brian blinked, his eyes going wide, another smile, another surprise. Maybe this was going to be easier than he thought, she liked him, was impressed by his patch. She’d hardly gotten a good look at it but the platinum was hard to miss even at an odd angle, she was probably into that. “If you’re down I’m down. What’s your name by the way?”

She grinned at that, looking away at the bar at first then bringing her head up toward the bartender, “Bartender, one tequila wish dish, he’s paying.” She nodded her head toward Brian, and after an exchange of glances Brian slid a note across the bar. The tequila was poured, a dish with salt produced, and a half lemon provided. Brian found himself staring into the eyes of the biggest surprise of his life.

“Would you take a knee for me, Brian?” She asked.

He was speechless, could only smile. He dropped to one knee, the girl still seated on the stool before him, her legs spread either side as he gazed up at her.

“Holy shit!” Mark yelled from across the room. Eyes from all around began searching, looking for the cause of the fuss. One, two, then more spotted Brian on his knee and a number of whoops and hollers flew throughout the bar. Mark began to chant, embarrassing, but here they were now. The girl didn't seem to mind, only grinned some more and went about her ritual.

She buckled her right elbow and with a fair amount of flexibility brought it up to her mouth to lick. Now moist she dabbed it in the salt dish, coating it with a modest amount. She took the tequila shot in her left hand and the lemon half in her right. She gave Brian a smile and a nod, asking if he was ready of which he returned a nod in reply. She lowered her salted elbow, him raising to meet it, sucking the caustic taste from the flesh. It bit sharply but he wasted no time in opening his mouth to receive the shot. The girl poured it over his lip, a drop missing and streaking wildly down his cheek, neck, and under his collar. He swallowed while she took the lemon and ground it into her opposing elbow. Now coated she lowered that elbow and he again rose to meet it, sucking once more to repeat the process. He fell away, or she pulled, and the bar roared with approval. Brian moved to stand but the girls boot found his chest, and gently she pushed him away so that he rolled onto his back. He blinked, she smiled, gave him a wink and turned back to the bar. He didn't know who this girl was, didn't even know her name, but he did know he was in love.