The Burlesque Lounge

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie

Tony hesitated a moment then retrieved the full glass of scotch and set it back on his tray. He wandered off to deliver the other drinks but it wasn’t long before he returned with two glasses. He set one in front of Charlie. The other, in front of Starlin. She noted the slice of lemon he added to her glass and looked up at him. Tony winked at her, squeezed her shoulder briefly before wandering off again.

Picking up her glass, Starlin looked over the rim of it. Her eyes were drawn to Charlie's fingers running around the rim of his empty glass. She couldn’t stop staring at them. She could imagine them circling an areola, making it pucker. That same fingertip moving tauntingly up to the tip of a hard nipple, just standing on the tip of it, making the owner moan in lust.

"You have a really great voice, you know. And those moves weren't too shabby either, considering your feet aren't exactly comfortable in those..."

He was talking to her. Starlin glanced up sharply. It took her a moment to wrench herself out of where her thoughts were, back to the current. She smiled, taking a sip of water and setting the glass back down on the table.

“Thank you,” she shot a look at her feet then her eyes went back to his.

“I don’t mind the heels. I think they’re sexy actually. But when you spend all night in them, on them? Your feet begin to ache. Oh, the price we women pay to further the image of sensual.”

His next words made her wary.

"Do you think your true talent is appreciated here, like it should be?"

Was he another one of those? One of those guys that thought she belonged somewhere else? Anywhere, god forbid, but in a burlesque lounge? Hell, it wasn’t like she got outright naked with the customers. Was he one of those goody two-shoes who saw himself as a white knight on a white steed rushing in to whisk her away from this seedy lifestyle? God, she hoped not. She shrugged.

“My singing is not the first thing men come here for nor is it the first thing on their minds, but I know its appreciated. Who is it that measures appreciation and to what standard, anyway? I sing because I love it. If one person in this joint is moved by it, then, I’m happy.

What’s your name, mister?”

 

[marauder13]

He held the ebon skinned beauty in place, not allowing her the chance to wriggle free of his containment. He felt the wash of her fear and desire, both vying for dominance of the littered field that was the woman trapped within his arms.

"Me...you are helping me. Lanie and Mikayla. Both of us. Make me whole again? As for what I need? You. Above me, within me, below me. For however long until I feel normal."

Alehandro wanted to laugh at the foolishness of her answer, for she spoke words, but they conveyed no meaning. The confusion reigned unchallenged in her mind, the Queen of all she could see. Though who would seek to be the sovereign over such a desolate and unyielding place.

But all was pushed aside at the first sign of courage by her. Her small, fail fingers slid into the multi-stranded sable curtain, and soon seemed to be lost within the shadowed threads. He felt the strain against her own hair as she lifted her mouth to his. Hot, moist, luscious pillows of flesh pressed against his almost non-existent lips. He grinned through the initial stages of the kiss, before he joined in fully. His tongue easily slipped through her lips, delving deep into her mouth. It curled and slithered about her oral cave, finding every nook and cranny within, probing every possible point it could. It retreated until it engaged in a vigorous wrestling match with her own tongue.

The hand that braced her back slid down until it practically covered her entire ass. Using merely his legs, he stood up, effortlessly taking Mikayla with him. Two of his massive strides brought him to the bottom edge of a table. He bent at the waist, bringing her to the table surface, roughly pinning her between the table surface and Alehandro's body. He ripped his lips away from hers, his face a few inches away from hers; his hair still blocking out everything else.

"You ask me to heal you, to make you whole again. Who? Do I make Mikayla whole? Do I make Lanie whole? I grow tired of hearing nothing but words without meaning from you."

Both hands freed themselves from underneath her, coming up to push back her hair, fully exposing her ears. "You need to listen well, Mikayla. Remember, you told me that is your real name, that that is who you are right now. Lanie is someone who you might become, should you choose. So, make your choice, who is to be healed, and how is to become the dream?"

Soft, fine finger pads traced the outer edge of the shell of her ears until they reached her earlobes. Thumb and forefinger caressed either sides of the soft, plush flesh. The progression slowed as the compression began to rise. Alehandro stared into Mikayla's eyes, watching for what emotions boiled up within them.

His voice dripped with honey, lust and a touch of malevolence. "Now your ears are awakening, listen to them. Who will I heal?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

How does seduction start? Is it slow like melting icicles in the winter sun light? All at once, like a flash fire? Does it build and retreat, like the current or a wave? How does it start? Lanie didn't know. She didn't have the words to describe it and even if she had, they wouldn't have been forceful enough to describe what he did to her. They wouldn't have been strong enough to paint the picture. His hands swept over her, caressing, molding, shaping. His mouth teased, ravaged, laved. She could do nothing, nothing but try to withstand, to hang on, to breathe. He would allow her nothing else.

When he lifted her, she felt as if she floated. Not because his strength was so prodigious, it was simply the height of him. He towered over her, in all ways and she felt small, small, small. Fear started circling when she realized that she was trapped between the table and him. She felt like a rat, in a cage, in a trap. Still, there was nothing more that she wanted~only his strength and an end to these words, an end to explanation.

Of course, that wouldn't, couldn't happen. Not with him at the wheel. It wasn't enough that she had asked him to help, he needed to know WHO he was helping. It wasn't enough that she had knelt, he wanted to know who was kneeling. She gave bits of herself and yet he still required more. Anger started then, in the pit of her belly. It should be enough that she wanted him...him...when she had never wanted another here.

He started to pinch her ears. It wasn't a sweet delicate softly subtle feeling. It was one that built and built, became more and more painful with each passing second. It became a clashing of cymbals. One that gave her an instant headache and stopped the delicate flutes that had been winging their ways through out her body. His words were honey~sticky sweet and almost cloying in their distinct lack of civility. She wanted to punch him. She wanted to cry. She did neither.

Instead, she allowed the pain, the disdain, the anger, to fill her up. It overwhelmed her senses, making the pain something that could be pushed away, forgotten. Her body became a mere shadow, a puppet that felt nothing, was nothing, gave nothing. Her words, when they came were quiet, without emotion, without the lilt of music they normally held. They contained the soulless cry of one who had been pushed too far.

"It shouldn't matter who needed your help, your healing, Sirrah. The fact that I asked should be enough. I don't ask, but I asked you. And yet, all you give me are words, words, words. What does it matter who needs? All that should matter is that I need. ME! I can not give you any more than I have. Either take me or don't. Either give me or don't, but NO more words. I have had enough of them."

She held her sanity, her peace, until the last few syllables but then her voice broke, the pain overwhelmed and tears leaked. She didn't whimper or cry out...she only softened further and closed her eyes. She had nothing else to give him.

 

[marauder13]

Alehandro felt and saw her reactions to the pain. There were the normal physical reactions, but more importantly to him were the ways it showed in her eyes, and washed over she skin. Anger sparked within her eyes, giving them the light they had lacked earlier. Other similar emotions rolled up behind it, filling the little gaps left by the anger's rush. Muscles twitched, wanting to react to his inflicting of pain, but her mind locked them in place. He waited, he let the excitement of the anticipation fill him with impatient joy. He could feel her first break coming, he just needed to wait. He fingers stopped the increasing pressure, holding steady at a point where there would be the sweet pain, but no long lasting damage to her flesh.

"It shouldn't matter who needed your help, your healing, Sirrah. The fact that I asked should be enough. I don't ask, but I asked you. And yet, all you give me are words, words, words. What does it matter who needs? All that should matter is that I need. ME! I can not give you any more than I have. Either take me or don't. Either give me or don't, but NO more words. I have had enough of them."

He smiled broadly, maliciously as he heard the flat, soulless words that escaped her lips. The rigidity in her body faded, her eyes closed and pushed out the tears that hid within them. He released her pinched flesh in an instant, bring his face back to hers, scant fractions of an inch separating the tip of their noses.

"It matters more than anything else who asks for the healing. Mikayla needs something total different to Lanie in order to heal. If I try and heal Mikayla with what Lanie needs... it will be one all mighty mess. But think on this. how can you be healed is you don't know who you are, or want to be? You" - a rigid finger found her solar plexus, jabbing it sharply - "need to stop hiding from yourself. You need to stand up, declare who you are, and face the world and all it throws at you."

One of his hands enveloped one of her breasts. Fingers, thumb and palm entrapped the entirety of the mound. Alehandro felt the texture of the skin, the firmness of the flesh beneath and the distant thud of her beating heart. His own eyes closed, the dull thump becoming the beat for the music that swelled between them. Deep, primal rumble of drums, the chorus of voices that sang both in counter and harmony with the drums. Soft pipes and flutes made their presence felt, the demure sirens, nymphs and dryads tempting the reckless away to join them. The music stirred his blood, his soul, lifting him higher. He felt it infuse him, giving him greater strength and vitality.

Both hands returned to her face, the thumbs resting over her eyelids. He pressed in the right places to urge her body to open them. When they opened, they would be greeted with a pair of completely black orbs as attractive as the black holes man searched for in the cosmos.

"Enough of your childishness! Declare who you are, and then the dance shall truly begin."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

He angered her and she let him know it. True, he was all things male. True, he was taller, broader, stronger. Didn't matter. She had spent more years than she'd like to remember, fighting. And she hadn't developed the cuts in her shoulders, her back, her thighs from being JUST a dancer.

She was on her back, mostly nude and completely covered by him. She had no real leverage and no way to gain any BUT when he poked her? It ached and his voice annoyed her. With no thought, none at all, she reared up and bit, grasping his bottom lip between sharp white teeth. Her hands~hands that hadn't once lifted to defend herself~ rose to plant themselves against his chest and SHOVE.

There was a minute tearing of flesh, a hint of ambergris, copper. She tasted the parts others never did. Her voice was no longer soulless, empty. It snapped, it cracked, it flowed.

"Mikayla is dead. I don't WANT her back. I am Lanie. You help her."

Dancer's legs slid upward, closing around his waist, pressing him inward toward her heat, her wetness. Strong female hands scraped up over his chest~not stopping until they wrapped into the dark silk of his hair. She yanked until she felt his eyes focus only on hers and then she spoke, just once more.

"Help me BE Lanie in truth and not just in my mind."

The music~ the sound that had muted through out her rage, through out his jabbing and poking and prodding? That melody came swirling back. Light and sweet, seductive and throbbing. It made her weak in the knees, light in the head, open to anything, everything. She didn't want a flash, over before it began, she wanted hours, days, an eternity BUT she would settle for now.

"No more words, please..."

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

He noticed the waiter as he hesitated on being returned the refill and also when he winked at the girl and squeezed her shoulder before leaving. Charlie was aware of her eyes as they moved from the empty glass towards him, bringing her back from her day dream, he assumed, grinning back at her. He moved the glass to one side and pulled the full one with water in it towards him, taking a sip before setting it down on the table. His eyes were focused on her. Her statement about women paying a price to further the sensual image had made him chuckle inwardly, even though he agreed with her to some extent. He decided it was better to leave it at that and not discuss the subject any further. His next question had already, and quite obviously made her cautious. Maybe slightly uncomfortable and defensive too, he thought. His ears didn't miss a word as she spoke.

Her reply amused him a bit, even though he was impressed with her honesty. Not surprised, just impressed. And her smartness. He was a fan of burlesque himself. Too bad he never had enough time to visit. He was not here to judge her. Or to judge what she did for a living, if that is what she was wondering. Or any other reason for that matter. He was just trying to figure out how he could accomplish the task he was here for. Maybe he was talking to the wrong people. Or asking the wrong questions. What was the matter with him. God she was distracting! He sure as hell hoped he wasn't in the wrong place. Although if he didn't consider work for a minute, there was absolutely nothing wrong with the girl sitting in front of him or the place he was in. Maybe he should have pursued his music instead of...too late now.

"My friends call me Charlie." He replied with a soft laugh, before glancing towards their left. He grabbed the lemon slice, squeezed a few drops into the water, and dropped it in before taking the next sip.

He checked her out once again, his eyes dropping to those sexy boots before slowly lifting up towards her face, not missing her toned body as it remained partially hidden in that corset and fishnets. Her gorgeous red hair cascaded down to the shoulders. And those luscious lips were just waiting to be...

"And what is the first thing that...men come here for?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie

She pulled back just slightly, shadowing her face in the already dim lighting. She hadn’t missed where his eyes went to. He wasn’t trying to hide his looking nor was he trying to conceal his thoughts. She was slightly amused.

“They come looking to get off. Many of them do, for a price.”

Her head nodded sharply in the direction of the private rooms. She wasn’t telling him anything that no one that came here, didn’t already know.

“Some of them come around looking for a reason to get off then then go home with their proud stiffies jutting in their pants to their little housewives and fuck the hell out of them. They get their rocks off, their little ladies are happy that their husbands aren’t plowing some strange slit and it becomes a win-win situation. Of course, the girls here get their money so it becomes a three way win, in that case.”

She shrugged nonchalantly. This was a common occurrence in places like these. Then she grinned. An impish grin.

“By the way, it’s nice to meet you, Charlie. The name’s Starlin.”

 

[marauder13]

Alehandro heard the glorious sharp crescendo that accompanied the flash of anger and the piercing of his skin about his bottom lip. Accompanying it was the deep, thunderous crash as her hands met his chest, pushing him away from her. Skin broke, and tore. The warmth of blood met his tongue, filling him with the taste sensation of fresh blood.

More importantly, the blaze of anger finally melted the chains that were binding her in place. He felt it happen in the body that was only moments before trapped. She found the strength to fight, to embrace something within herself. She finally desired something enough to finally act with determination and fire.

Her voice! At last, the minute teasing spoilers of what she would really sound like with her own voice became the feature he longed to experience, witness and hear. With the same power of ice tearing free from the glacier's mouth, crashing into the waters below and sending them surging down the riverbed, her voice lunged for his ears.

"Mikayla is dead. I don't WANT her back. I am Lanie. You help her."

The crooked smile part his lips enough to let his tongue to sweep the blood off his lip. His eyes brightened as his path became clear, and the score moved from the delightful chaotic clashes of sounds into a more melodious strains. He felt her legs wrap around him hard, drawing her into her sexual centre. He felt the near scalding heat of her excitement pressed against him. He shivered and moaned in delight as her hands moved over his leather clad chest and up into his hair. He laughed openly as she yanked him back closer to her face. He opened his eyes to hers, allowing her a glimpse of the deeper colours that merged and flowed in a kaleidoscope beneath the outer dark orbs.

"Help me BE Lanie in truth and not just in my mind."

He kept himself still, sensing that there was more to come. He wanted to feel the flow without corruption. He wanted to feel that transition coming off her. He wanted to feel her.

"No more words, please..."

He smiled. Not one feature of his face was excluded from that smile.

"Very well, Lanie. After this. No. More. Words."

His teeth found her bottom lip, trapping it firmly in an almost vice like grip. With a simple shift of his upper teeth, he sliced the inside of her mouth, freeing a slight flow of blood. His tongue was there, lapping up the first fluids to escape her wound. Laughing with almost child like glee. Alehandro stood up straight. He ignored the pull of his hair by Lanie's grip, not caring if she held on or let go. His left hand came up to his vest, undoing the silver buttons with a sensual, slow moving grace. He twisted himself slightly, making a little space between their touching torsos as he freed his right arm. Once free, his right hand' middle finger speared Lanie's cunt smoothly, accurately and deeply. He reached into her further than any other digit had gone before, touching her in places and ways she had never experienced before. He rolled the elongated digit in the wet, heated sheath that encircled it. He pushed against the walls at various places, teasing, probing and exploring.

His vest slid to the ground, allowing his left hand to stroke and caress her body. From the base of her neck down, his hand migrated over her prone form. He had felt many bodies before Lanie, but none of them carried the inner flame, the spark of the All, the way Lanie did. So, he not only felt her body, but he brushed her soul as well. The dual feelings, so different to his senses, flowed together in a harmony that almost brought tears to his eyes from it's soul moving beauty.

She danced for him once more, and he gave her his undivided attention. There was nothing else in the room, only her. Her dance. Her passion. Even he faded into the background, less he detract from the glories given to him. He rejoiced, he watched intensely. He allowed himself to be moved by her, and in turn he gave back to her the love, the thrill and the desire for the performance she was living to bring to him.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

Charlie lifted the glass to his lips as she pulled back slightly in that dim light, her body from neck down clearly visible to him. His eyes were fixed. His attention was hers as she began speaking. He grinned at her answer and glanced to one side when she motioned in the direction of the private rooms with her head. He had been in there before. Not in this particular lounge though. He wasn't surprised by her honesty. If anything she seemed like a woman who would say something to your face instead of behind your back, even if she had that girl-next-door look. He adored that look. His eyes focused back on her as she continued to talk. What she said next almost made Charlie spurt the water out as he was taking a drink.

He kept looking at her for a moment, setting the glass down on the table and wiped his chin with the back of his hand, his surprised expression turning into an amused smile once again. Fuck me running! Girl next door my ass, he thought. A three way win? Well well. Her words had surprised him just a bit. He wasn't expecting such a detailed, forthright reply from this woman. But he had to admit it was not that surprising considering where he had come. He probably just hadn't hung out with women in a while. Not to mention women...like her.

He noticed the naughty look on her face as she told him her name and shrugged as if they were having a regular dinner table conversation at a family gathering. He grabbed his glass to take care of his throat which had gone slightly dry, took a sip of the water, hoping she wasn't about to say anything else that would make him choke, placed the glass down on the table and composed himself.

"It's nice to meet you too, Starlin."

He paused, his eyes riveted on her. Pondering for a moment at what she had said, he continued.

"You know...I don't have any ladies or housewives waiting for me at home, or anywhere else for that matter. I'm wondering who I can fuck the hell out of."

Saying that, he stared at her with a calm expression, his gaze dropping to her shoulders, then her arms before traveling to admire the toned curves that were being hugged by the corset so well, and her legs made to be kissed until they begged to be parted open. He took another sip from the glass before looking into her beautiful eyes. He wanted to take her into one of those private rooms now. Screw business. It could wait.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

His body was long, lithe, limber. Lanie didn't want to release him, not when he tasted her blood, not when he pushed himself up and away, not when his long fingers began to unbutton his vest. She had no choice though, not really. His hair had slipped through her hands like water and there was nothing she could do but stare. He was so beautiful.

The shock of what she was starting sent a spasm of unadulterated fear straight through her. She brushed it away. No mere mortal male could have her wanting this fiercely. No mere man could divest himself of his clothing with only minimal movement, his body swaying to the melody that pumped through her brain. No man, no woman, could take her with one finger and have her thrashing, crying out, coming apart.

Therefore, her was no mere man.

Lanie could hear the music as it swelled, crested, faded~only to rise again. There was no way to avoid it. It was within her~all the power and majesty of a full orchestra, brought to fruition by his one magnificent digit. She tried to grab on to him, to make him stop, to make him continue, to make him do anything. It didn't work so well. She propped herself up on the table, her elbows keeping her balanced, but she could do nothing else but moan, whimper, cry out.

He was killing her, softly~ and she wanted him, closer. One long leg hooked his, pulled him closer as his finger induced it's magic. Her voice finally escaped~it was soft, breathy, husky, needy, greedy.

"You seem to be over dressed, Sirrah. May I assist?"

Still her hips rolled with the swirling, the in and out, the testing of walls and soft inner flesh. She wanted, gods she wanted. She just couldn't figure out what she wanted more. Him nude...or for him to never quit what he had begun.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie

She gazed at him intently, her face still partly shadowed. She watched his eyes assessing her. She wasn’t stupid. They sold the illusion of sex here and a lot of times, they even sold that. Charlie wasn’t what she’d call handsome, but he had an arresting, interesting face. Those eyes of his made her want to find out what thoughts lay behind them. They saw a lot more than the usual guy who came in this place. Oh, he had an eye for the ladies, but there was something more to him, she just couldn’t lay her finger on what it was exactly. She leaned forward again, uncrossing her legs, setting them slightly apart. Her elbows came off the back of the chair to rest lightly on her thighs. She gave him a little smile.

“I’m sorry you don’t have a lady, Charlie. A man like you, I kinda figured you’d have a woman always waiting for you, in your bed. “

She tipped her head slightly to one side as she regarded him.

“I’m sure there isn’t a woman that works here that wouldn’t mind having a good fuck fest with you.”

Starlin got to her feet. It was time she moved along. There was the rest of the room to cover before she could go home for the night.

“I need to finish my tour of the room before I go home for the night.”

She paused by his chair, resting a hand on his shoulder briefly.

“Good luck finding someone. Thanks for chatting me up. Be seeing you, handsome.”

She gave him a wink and turned to go. She was a singer. There was nothing in her contract that said she had to fuck the clients. Being nice to the clients did not translate, in her mind, into fucking them stupid.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Starlin

The glass drew away from his lips as he set it down on the table, his eyes watched her legs uncross for the first time since she had sat in that chair opposite him, opening, but only slightly as she leaned forward and smiled, her elbows resting over those fishnet clad thighs. He knew she wasn't a fool to not notice what he wanted. All the men sitting in there wanted the same thing. But the reason for that want wasn't because of the place he was in. Well, maybe partly it was because of it. But he had been there on business. And now, this woman had captivated him for some reason. She probably thought he was just desperate and looking to hump the next pretty thing that crawled towards him. And it wasn't her fault if she was assuming that. She just didn't know him very well yet. Maye she never would.

"A man like me?" Charlie gave her an amused smile and paused before continuing, "Don't be sorry. I'm not. Better not to have someone than making her wait every single night, wondering whether I'll be coming home or not."

If he had the time, he might have had a different woman in his bed every night. That would have been a better, safer deal for both of them. He wasn't even that lucky though.

“I’m sure there isn’t a woman that works here that wouldn’t mind having a good fuck fest with you.”

He was quite sure of that as well. As long as the girls got their money, they didn't care who they were being screwed by. She was the first girl in that lounge that night that Charlie felt like he was interested in. He wanted her to stay. But she had other clients to attend to. It was not like he had paid her money to sit with him or have sex with him.Girls kept coming and going. He could fuck any one of them if he wanted to, like she mentioned. But he wanted her. At least tonight. And he was prepared to wait.

"Okay, doll. Go finish your tour. The boss probably wouldn't be thrilled that you're just...sitting here chatting...with one guy and keeping all the other clients hanging."

He gave her an impish grin and looked up into her eyes as she placed her hand over his shoulder.

“Good luck finding someone. Thanks for chatting me up. Be seeing you, handsome.”

"I don't think I'm gonna find what I came looking for here tonight. But thanks anyway," He continued to speak, his tone slightly mischievous, "And if you would like to know the answer to your question from earlier, about you denying stuff, emphatically, look for me once you are done with your...rounds. I'll be sticking around for a while."

Saying that, Charlie reached his left hand to grab the wrist of hers that was just pulling away from his shoulder, turned her palm upside down by pulling her hand closer towards him gently, brought his right arm up and placed a crisp hundred dollar bill between her curled fingers. He then let go of her wrist, flashed her a smile and turned his attention towards the table, grabbing his glass to take another sip. It was empty.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

~Crystal and Damon~

It had been months since she'd heard from him. Why today? Why did he have to call and tell her he was coming to see her at the club tonight? Her heart had been pounding ever since his liquid smooth voice, thick with spanish accent vibrated straight through her. Still, after all this time just hearing him whisper her name made her wet and wanton. Fuck. She should just call in sick. But if she did that, the boss would put someone in her place and she might not get it back. Frustrated and shakey she tossed her stuff in her bag and stalked out the door. No one, not even him, would make her afraid to do what she was born to do.

Thank god she wasn't far from the club. It was already 7pm and she had to be onstage by 9 for her set. The brisk walk helped ease her mind some. The nights were getting cooler thankfully so the sharp breeze numbed her. That's what she needed. To remain numb to him and his advances. He'd hurt her so bad when he left. Everyone in her life she had ever depended on did that. Left her when she finally let her walls down and let them in. Bastard. He had a lot of nerve trying to ease back into her life. Fuck that. It was better to be alone than to be left. Again.

 

[_Raven_]

Crystal and Damon

Shoulder's tense, jaw clenched, Damon snapped his phone shut and let loose a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush. Time hadn't eased her pain or his and it sure as hell hadn't soothed her temper. Women. Why was it that an apology was never enough when you fucked up? She wanted him to grovel and beg. He knew it. She knew it. It wasn't that she didn't still love him. She did. God he could hear it in her voice and it set his loins on fire, again. Then he couldn't think straight. As usual. Fucking witchy woman. Had a spell on him and no matter how far he ran she was still there. A permanent fixture in his mind and in his heart. Love sick. "God I'm so fucking pathetic" he thought out loud.

Pacing across the room images flashed through his head and all he could do was grit his teeth and try not to go running out the door to the club, snatching her up and kidnapping her ass. Thoughts of tieing her to the bed and fucking her like mad until she was his compliant kitten again made him smile mischieviously but this time, that might not work. He'd ran from her when he got scared, scared he'd loose her and go crazy not having her as his own. So what did he do? What he did best. Leave before he cared too much. Fucked up thing is, he already had cared too much. She was under his skin and he realized the moment he left that he was a goner. Hook, line and sinker he belonged to her just as much as she belonged to him. He loved her. It was time to suck it up, apologize until she believed him, then make her his again and never, EVER, let her go again. She won. She was right. He was lost without her. Fucking woman.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Crystal breathed a sigh of relief walking into Burlesque. It was home to her. A place she could forget herself and become "her" a confident, sultry little sex kitten without a care in the world. Sitting at her mirror Crystal tied her hair in a knot and began her nightly ritual of dolling herself up into the classic image of Marilyn Monroe. Cat like charcoal eyes, red pouty lips, a shimmering pink blush to her cheeks, all the while singing a soft tune she hadn't sang since he left. Realizing that, she stopped abruptly and blushed.

"Hey Crys. What was that song? It was beautiful but had such a sad tone to it. Haven't heard you sing that before."

Crystal looked over at her boss and shook her head. "It was nothing. Just a song I used to sing to my ex. He called today. Guess it made me think of it."

"Well it was beautiful. Sing it tonight. It will make all the boys weep at your feet and buy more drinks while they pine for you." Laughing she walked off.

Her hands were shaking as she curled the tendrils of hair around her face. If she sang it tonight he would think she was doing it for him. But if she went against the boss, she'd get yelled out for missing an opportunity to make more money for the club. She did love that song. It had always been a favorite of hers. Intensely emotional. Raw. Boss lady was right. The boys out there would love it. Putting on her game face she stood and went to the stage manager Mike asking him to have a piano onstage so she could play tonight before she lost her nerve. This was business. She had a show to perform.

Heading to the back she chose her long silk dress, green and form fitting. Sliding it over her head and looking to the mirror she put on a brave face. See there. She could do this. It didn't matter if he was there or not. Knowing him, he chickened out anyways since she hadn't exactly been nice on the phone.

"Crys! Earth to Crystal, it's time for your set. Crystal!"

"Sorry Mike, I guess I was lost in thought. I'm ready.."

She didn't bother looking out into the crowd. Simply put, she couldn't yet. So she eased herself onto the piano bench and began to play.

 

[_Raven_]

The club was busy tonight. Not surprising considering his girl was headlining. Yeah, his girl. He never stopped thinking of her that way. Ugh. The acrid stench of cigerette's, cigar's and alcohol was thick in the air. Something akin to desperation and depression. Most of the men here came because they were miserable in their real lives and needed an escape. The gorgeous girls and liquor were a comfort to them. But Damon? He was here for one reason alone. Her.

The seats around the stage were full. Figures. There was a piano on stage tonight. Was she playing? He hoped, wanted, so he took to a small table at the corner of the stage facing the piano, so if it was her playing and she looked up, it was only him she would see. Perfect. Waving down the waitress and ordering a whiskey he leaned back and couldn't help but groan when the lights went down and she was introduced. Looking like a mermaid in that green silk dress she had to have poured herself into he felt his cock spring to life at the mere site of her. Fuck. She was even more beautiful.
"Look at me Crys. Look at me." He chanted to himself, willing her to grace him with a glance. He needed her eyes on him. To acknowledge she felt him there. "Come on baby. Look up. Stop hiding."

His drink clanked down in front of him and the waitress smiled. "If you're talking about Crystal you might as well forget it. She doesn't take guys home. One of the few decent girls around here so don't plan on fucking with her Mr. We're pretty protective of our girl."

Damon smiled and nodded. "I don't plan on "fucking with her" doll. But I do plan on "Fucking, her"." Without sparing her another glance, his eyes warmed over her again. Then she struck the first keys to the song and her voice like liquid gold rang out and poured over him. The song she used to sing for him. Only him. She slayed him. Dying a thousand deaths captivated by her. Then. She looked up. He died a thousand more. Felt tears burn his eyes. Want like nothing he'd never known struck him. No would not be an answer he'd except. No way. No how.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

The music flowed from her and she escaped in it. Put her heart and soul into it. Why? Because it made her feel close to him. Not yet opening her eyes, she knew he was there. Could feel him, smell him, nearly taste the salt of his skin. Longing boiled in her lower tummy. White hot tendrils of desire licking over her curves and wrapping around her heart, tugging her close to him surrounded by memories. No longer could she wait to see. She had to look. Couldn't resist the temptation to see his carmel skin, dark wavey hair, lean muscled body.

Opening her eyes it was like magic he appeared before her. Desire welled up with emotion in his eyes. And she sang. Sang her heart out. For him. Couldn't help it. Couldn't stop herself. By the end of the song there were tears on her cheeks. Big crocodile ones dripping silently down as she stood and bowed, exiting the stage the opposite side Damon was on and dashing into the safety of the bathroom and crying her heart out while the thunder of applause echo'd behind her.

He was here. Really here. Now she was the one running away. What the hell was she supposed to do now? Blotting her face she tried to get control. The girls were knocking on the door. Worried about her. Crystal heard her boss asking them what the hell was wrong with her. Bracing herself yet again she took a deep breath and unlocked the door and walked into the dressing room, sat at her mirror and began to repair her makeup.

"I'm fine girls. Just had a weak minute there. Just leave me be for a bit, I have to get ready for the next set."

 

[_Raven_]

It took everything in him not to run after her. If he did, she would just get pissed off at him again. He knew her better than she knew herself and the show must go on. The sign at the desk said she would have two sets tonight so he knew she was probably scrambling to calm down and doll herself up again. Not that she needed it. God she was so fucking gorgeous it made him hurt physically. An angel. A goddess. He was so fucking stupid for letting her go for a while. Not again. Nuh uh.

So he sipped his whiskey, smiling at the waitress that came to replace his drink, asking her sweetly. "Is Crystal ok? I noticed she was crying."

The girl nodded and shrugged. "I guess so. Said she just wanted to be left alone but she'll be on again soon." He slipped the girl a generous tip and nodded. "After this, just bring me a water ok hon?" The girl nodded again and smiled before walking away to attend to her other customers. He wanted to ease his nerves a bit but he wanted to be completely sober when he got to talk to Crystal. Soon as her set was over he planned on stealing her away and making things right between them. He didn't have long to wait. The lights were dimming again. His heart pounded out of his chest and he unconsciously sat on the edge of his seat. Waiting.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Charlie

She had taken two steps away from him, stopped, realizing he had put something into her hand. Uncurling her fingers, she saw the hundred dollar bill. She turned sharply ready to go slap it back into his hand and say thanks, but no thanks. She paused. Thought about it, then folded the bill and slipped it into the top part of her corset. She’d deal with Charlie later. If he was still around when she got done.

Her head swiveled toward the stage. Crystal was up. Starlin might be the new girl, but she knew Crystal on sight. The whole joint got so quiet you could hear a pin drop while Crystal was singing. She had a beautiful voice. There was longing and melancholy in her tone. Starlin wondered who the lovely singer sang for. There could be no denial that Crystal sang for a man. The song ended and the spell broke. Starlin started working her way through the room again.

~~0~~​

Several hours later, dressed in street clothes this time, Starlin emerged from behind the curtains. Dressed in a royal blue v-neck, t-shirt tucked into a pair of form fitting black jeans, she tossed a grin at passing customers, but never stopped to talk. She was off the clock now. The place was thinning out. It was nearly closing time.

She found Charlie right where she left him. Coming up behind him, she extended her hand over his shoulder from behind, the folded hundred dollar bill between her fingers. She flicked it against his jaw.

“I believe this belongs to you.”

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Her game face on, Crystal waited for her spotlight and music, letting the world fall away as her performance began. He would probably think she was performing just for him. But she wasn't. At least that's what she kept telling herself as she shook her bottom in his direction. It was business. It had nothing to do with him. That extra little swing of her hips and sultry glance in his direction was all a part of the show.

Who was she kidding? Herself? No. Even as she played coy with the music, clothes stripping off piece by piece her body burned for him. She realized, she was doing exactly that. Dancing for him. Wanting to drive him crazy, make him ache, build up his sexual frustration that she'd already seen a hint of burning in his gaze. It was petty, to want to turn him on then disappear. But he deserved it. God only knew how sexually frustrated she had been since Damon left and damn him but she hadn't been with another since. She couldn't.

Focusing her mind on the dancing she finished the song, wrapped in feathers and looked over at him with a smug look on her face then exited the stage. Mike was there with her silk robe covering her.

"You did it again Crys. The boys are drooling and begging for more as always."

She laughed and patted his cheek "Always the charmer Mike. I don't know what us girls would do without you always making us feel like goddess's"

"You are a goddess kitten..."

She turned so fast she lost her balance and fell against his firm chest. His. Oh god it was him. His scent wrapped around her just as his arms did, cradling her in the way only a lover could and there she was, a prisoner. Tight against his chest. Somehow she'd lost her ability to speak so she just stared and dug her nails into his chest and begged herself not to just mash her mouth on his and drag him into her dressing room.

"You."

 

[_Raven_]

"You"

Did she said it with contempt or was that hunger in her voice tinged with past frustrations? He understood frustrations. He was nearly hellbent to kill every fucking man out there drooling over HIS woman. He had such a fierce longing to break some faces out there but an even fiercer need won over. The need to feel her, smell her, touch the silky softness of her skin and have her curvy little body against his hard one. Where she belonged. One thing he'd always loved was how she fit so perfectly against him. Made perfect sense to him though. His kitten was made for him.

Crystal's claws dug into his chest making him growl and rub his hips to hers. Fuck how he needed her. Ready to slam her back against the wall and wrap her legs around his hips so he could sheath his raging hard length into the softness of her slick cunt. He knew she'd be slick for him. Hot and tight. He could smell her arousal already. His hands drifted down to the curve of her bottom and he lifted her up so her face was in front of his. "You're still mine kitten." Not a question. Not a demand. A fact. His mouth crushed hers before she could respond. One of those long, hot kisses that make your skin ripple and you forget to breath until stars start forming behind your eyelids. He could die happy right now. Drowning in her sweetness, softness crushed against him, her little kitty purr vibrating against his lips.

He pulled back and took a shaky breath. "Dressing room?"
She pointed and he went, carrying her, unwilling to let go in case she try to get away. Not gonna happen. He wasn't letting go. Nuh uh. Never again.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

The growl sent her heart to pounding, she knew what that growl meant. That and the pressure of his hips grinding her center, making her purr in response before she could contain it. Bastard. He knew which buttons to push, what triggered her need, what she hungered for.

"You're still mine kitten."

Damon's mouth seared against hers and she melted against him, opening to him, kissing him back with such hunger she felt all that love hit her, wash over her, sooth the ache he'd left behind and she was lost. Consumed by him so wildly that when he asked where her dressing room was she was mute. Pointed. Then wrapped her slender arms around his neck and buried her face into his neck as he held her against him and into the quiet of her dressing room, kicking the door shut with his foot. She kissed the base of his neck and gave herself the moment to just hold him and be held, he smelled so good, how desperately she'd missed this, him. Them.

He sat down, keeping her with him, on his lap his mouth opening and she didn't want to hear it. Couldn't take it right now. No fighting, no long talks, no apologies and promises. Not yet. Right now she just needed him. Even if she was a fool for it. Even if she ended up hurt again. He was here now. She had to. Her lips brushed his, soft, barely there, with a sharp bite. Her fingers twining in the thickness of his hair pulling his head back and biting his chin. Dark eyes looking so deeply into his.

"I need you. Please. I've.. never been one to ask.. but god I need you Damon. Please don't talk, not now. Later we can. Now, right now I need you inside of me. Please.."

 

[_Raven_]

"I need you. Please. I've.. never been one to ask.. but god I need you Damon. Please don't talk, not now. Later we can. Now, right now I need you inside of me. Please.."

All he needed to hear was that she wanted, needed him. He grabbed her robe at the nape of her neck and tugged it off her shoulders but capturing her arms behind her back, making her sexy little body bow up. Damon growled appreciatively at her body on display for him. So sexy. Full breasts swollen and heavy with need. Her nipples hard, begging to be sucked, bitten like ripe fruit on the vine. Sampling her sweetness he suckled her, one then the other, back and forth until her ass was grinding his cock so hard he thought he was going to loose control like a school boy with his first crush. Teeth biting down hard on one nipple, grinning when she yelped then did her little kitty purr. Fuck she was so responsive. Never had he been with a woman so in touch with her sexuality. It was intoxicating.

Turning her on his lap so she faced the mirror, back pressed to his chest, he splayed her legs and slipped his hand over her bare mound. So wet. "My god kitten, your soaked, look how beautiful you are. Go ahead baby. Look in the mirror. See yourself how I see you. Your like a golden goddess draped over my lap. Pretty pink cunt all wet and quivering." Biting the back of her neck and dipping fingers inside, feeling her body tighten around thick fingers, thumb seeking out her clit and circling it. He needed to give to her. Sure he wanted to fuck her, was dying to be buried in her heat right now. But more so, he wanted to feel her fall apart in his arms. Watch her go over the edge while he loved her, cherished her, tasted her. "I want you to let go baby. Give in to me. Know you're mine and I'm yours. Cum for me kitten, cum for me and I'll give you my cock. I know you need it as much as I need you. You want me inside you kitten? Tell me what you want, what you need. I'll give you anything. Everything"

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Teeth on her skin had always been a weakness. But the way he did it, switching between sharp bites and tender scrapes, mixed with that sinful tongue of his. She didn't stand a chance. He had her writhing, purring, begging with the movements of her body for more more more. He indulged her. All the petting, biting, licking and kissing had her mind spinning. When he turned her towards the mirror and whispered to her, parting her and making her look. She gasped softly at the image they made. Him, dark and seductive, still in his clothing, her bare and open, soaking wet and skin shimmering with the flush of arousal.

"My god kitten, your soaked, look how beautiful you are. Go ahead baby. Look in the mirror. See yourself how I see you. Your like a golden goddess draped over my lap. Pretty pink cunt all wet and quivering."

Then there he was, fingering her, fucking her cunt and biting the back of her neck. Her weakest point. She was going to cum. It had been too long and watching him play her like and instrument of love sent her into overdrive. She wanted to cum with him buried inside of her, wanted to tell him that but she had no voice. Her fingernails were imbedded into his forearms, her little gasps were sharp and breathy. Trying to beg him to fuck her. He had to stop or she'd gush all over his lap. Whimpering at him, squirming..

"I want you to let go baby. Give in to me. Know you're mine and I'm yours. Cum for me kitten, cum for me and I'll give you my cock. I know you need it as much as I need you. You want me inside you kitten? Tell me what you want, what you need. I'll give you anything. Everything"

"Fuck!!!" Her body bowed and tensed, cunt rippling tightly around his fingers and he just pushed harder, unrelenting, not easing, coaxing her until she couldn't hold back. Crying out she let go, gushing over his fingers, shaking and grabbing his hand trying to slow his movement. "Fuck me! Take me. Give me your cock baby please please pleaseeee.."

 

[_Raven_]

When she came, squirting over his fingers and splashing the floor he growled even louder and bit her neck harder. Fuck he nearly came with her. But when she started begging, the animal in him had to let loose. He couldn't control it any longer when this nymph of a woman spout filthy words and begged for his cock. In an instant he was off the chair and had her bent over her vanity, face nearly pressed into the mirror as he unfastened his pants and let them drop to his knee's pulling her heart shaped ass back against his groin. Dripping wet, hot flesh met the tip of his cock and didn't even have to thrust, she backed her sweet ass against him and he slid right into the tight velvet walls of her cunt.

His cunt. She was his. Fuck he was hers. Gladly. Burying his face in the nape of her neck, smelling her hair, her skin, her sweat, licking across her back he fucked her. Hard. Deep. Bruising. He should probably try to calm down and be more gentle with her but she kept dripping out those sinful words that she knew would drive him mad so he let loose and rode her hard. He had too.

She was begging for it. He was dying for it. So he did. Over and over he pounded her, stroked her breasts, pulled her nipples and when she got to loud he grasped his hand around her throat and stole her air for moments at a time. She was clawing his arms, reaching back to dig into his hips and pull him to her until he whispered into her ear, gruffly.

"Cum kitten, die a thousand deaths with me, love me like we've never been apart."