The Burlesque Lounge

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

He came up from behind her, sliding onto an empty bar stool. Her eyes shifted to his, giving him a look. It wasn’t a pleasant one. It was frosty and distant. Her eyes just dared him to say something stupid again. He was too cocky. Too sure of himself for his own good. Damn, how he could play her. She went from hot and sexy to frosty and distant and she’d bet it was all within a minute. Then he goes and does something thoughtful like order her a drink. She was silently impressed that he remembered.

“Have a seat until the cab arrives.”

Her brow arched slightly and she felt the hairs at the back of her neck bristle up. At that moment, she wanted to tell him what he could do with his fucking drink. His look stopped her. She gave an inward sigh and slid on the empty bar stool, thanking Adam for the water when he slid it in front of her. The bartender gave her wink. Idly she wondered where the new girl was. She just sort of disappeared one night. Her fingers wrapped around the tall glass of warm water before lifting it to her lips and taking a sip. The water felt good on her parched throat and she felt the tension easing from her body as she sipped.

“Look, Charlie…”

She wasn’t sure how to put her thoughts into words, let alone voice them. She had to try though. She got conflicting vibes from him. They confused her. She glanced up from her contemplation of her water and found him watching her.

“What exactly are we doing here?”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

He was glad she didn't splash the drink in his face and walk out of there. Or slap him. She looked like she could almost do any of those things. Either that or use that sharp tongue of hers and tell him where he could go. Instead, she just sat next to him and drank the water he had ordered. He took a sip from his glass and let the malt run down his throat, his eyes focused on the counter as he spoke, after listening to her voice. It had been a while since she had asked him one of her questions. Hell, it had been a while since she had said anything. A wicked thought crossed his mind - maybe he liked her better when she wasn't speaking, unless she wasn't asking him questions.

"I thought we were waiting for your cab to arrive."

His head turned to the right as he looked into her eyes, a hint of mischief in his. He didn't want to push her buttons. Not the wrong ones anyway. He was just being sincere...kinda. He had no idea what they were doing. Besides the fact that they had shared an incredible fuck just minutes ago and were strongly attracted to each other. Now, he knew what he wanted to do, with her, but that would require time. He couldn't do it unless he trusted her completely. He wrapped his fingers firmly around the glass and took another sip before speaking.

"Why, do you want us to be doing something else?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

She opened her mouth to speak and the closed it as she heard the sound of a horn outside. Talk about timing. She was saved from answering, because frankly, she didn’t how she would have answered him. Right now, she felt defensive and she hated that feeling. Maybe it was just all in the moment. The, live it, get over it and move on, type thing. Whatever it was, she had the feeling Charlie was use to women.

Polishing off the water, she set the empty glass on the bar top and reached for the strap of her bag as she stood up. She gave Charlie a friendly cool little smile.

“It’s been fun, Charlie. Thanks for dinner and a good time. I’ll see you around.”

Stepping around the bar stool, she headed for the front door of the place. There was a whole lot more to Charlie than met the eye, of that she was sure. The question was, was he going to let her in or not?

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

She was about to say something when the honking of a car interrupted her thoughts and provided an escape from his clutches. He glanced towards the entrance and then flashed her a smile as she gathered her bag and stood up.

"I guess your ride is here. The pleasure has been mine. Have a good night, Starlin."

Charlie decided not to follow her this time. He had troubled her enough for one night. He watched her leave with an amused grin on his face, walking away from him in those heels, her hips swaying lightly. They had had a good time. It had been nice. Actually, it had been fucking fantastic. He couldn't wait to see her again. Somehow, in the back his mind, he had a feeling that he could trust the woman. He just wasn't sure how much.

"Another one, please."

He turned towards the bartender, ordered one last scotch on the rocks and stared down at the counter, contemplating about his life, where it was heading, and about the girl that had just stepped out of the lounge.

 

[zydrate]

Jenny

The club was near closing time. It was a Sunday night. Not much happened on a Sunday night. The shows were usually earlier in the evening with the rest of the evening left for those to mingle amongst the crowd.

Jenny loved to work Sunday nights. She preferred it. No one was around to hit on her, she could just do her job and then go home.

Jen had no desire to be on stage. But she loved the music none the less. The money here was good, it paid the bills and allowed her to live comfortably.

She was cleaning a table, getting the old drinks off, making it ready for the next couple...if there was going to be one...

There were some people lingering around and the music was soft, giving the other wise lively place a more quiet atmosphere...

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie~

Damn the man to hell! No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake him from her head nor the imagery of the sex they shared right here in her dressing room. It had been, what? A month or two since she last saw him in the Lounge? She gave a quick small shake of her head and leaned forward into the light more and finished lining her eyes. There was a brief hard rap on her closed door.

“Two minutes, Starlin!”

Her hand paused just below her eye.

“Sure thing, Jake.”

Hustle your tush, Starlin. Forget about Charlie. He probably has forgotten about you.

A quick swipe with the eye liner and she dropped it on her dressing table and stood up, removing her dressing gown. She wore a deep red, low cut gown. It was held up by spaghetti straps. The generous swell of her bosom threatened to fall out or so it appeared. Looks were deceiving. Her thick red hair was piled at the back of her head except for a thick cord of it that crossed over her near naked shoulder and draped across her breast. Above her right ear was pinned a white gardenia.

The tap of her heels echoed in the busy hallway. They could barely be heard above the chatter that was always to be found backstage. Behind the curtain, she waited and when the signal came from the stagehand, she scurried across the floor and took her place, perched on the side of the piano, microphone in hand, legs crossed one over the other. The curtain retreated and the stage lights flooded her. The music began.

Showtime!

Charlie faded from her consciousness.

Thankfully.