Back at Dumas'

By the time I showed back up, the place was jumping. Hard faces, soft faces, legs, smiles, sneers, and leers, just like a big city club. It only took me a minute to spot a tall, goofy looking man that had obviously come tonight for the booze. I could smell the gin rolling off of his gray plaid suit. When I slipped my arm under his and smiled up at him, his freckly face turned beet red and a huge goofy grin sprang to life. He puffed his chest out, and led us through the doors.

I didn't need to scope anything out this time. What I was interested in was going to be on stage. My big goofy date pulled a chair back for me in a thankfully dark corner. I did my best to daintily sit down. I felt the cool leather on my hot sex and realized, again, that I wasn't wearing panties. A couple of gin and ginger ales appeared as if by magic and my date leaned over close to me and thought of something to say. I smiled and waited. "You look like a million bucks." was all he could think of. I giggled dutifully and sipped my drink. He put his hand on my thigh. I patted it.

"What kind of girl you take me for?" I asked, pouting. He snatched it away and stuttered an apology. I sipped my drink, and spotted Dumas, lazily strolling down the back steps with two thugs in tow. I leaned against my date's arm and whispered "Touch my face, handsome." He brought his other arm up and ran a rough hand along my jawline, his fingers sliding up to my cheek just as Dumas walked by us. It worked. He didn't see me.

Dumas sat in the front row. The music changed. It was showtime. The lights went down, and a spotlight hit the curtains. I waited breathlessly to get a glimpse of Valerie. Just then my big lummox of a date uses the darkness to turn my head and give me a big, sloppy kiss. I gently pushed him away and whispered "I want to see this. I hear she's good. Maybe after." He grinned and finished his drink, and motioned for more. The curtain drew back, and there she was.

The first thing you notice is that the term "Auburn" was wrong. No one would look at her and say she had "Auburn" hair. It was red, fire-engine Marlboro red, and hung down in long waves over bare shoulders that turned into smooth, long arms with black gloves. She was busty, not quite as much as I was, but plenty for any guy to go gaga over, and her legs were long and pale and as smooth as feathers. Her simple black dress was cut so low that only the belt she wore kept us from knowing if that firey red hair was natural or not. I've been described as pretty, beautiful, and bombshell before. You'd only need the letter "G" to sum her up: words like gorgeous, glamourous, and Goddess.

She sang a slow, soft number that could have came out of any singer's mouth. Out of hers, it felt like liquid sex flowing over you. I was so enthralled it took me a minute to realize that my date was reacting too. I felt his hand slide up my side, and pull me close to him so my left arm was pinned against his chest. His hand held my right arm tightly to my other side. He took a drink, and sat it down. I could see shrapnel scars on his wrist briefly. Lots of vets in this town. He leaned over and kissed my neck. I sighed. He had me in a tough spot. I couldn't afford any attention drawn my way. I let him have his fun.

She started to walk around the stage, gazing into the crowd with eyes like polished emeralds. I carefully glanced around and noticed that it wasn't the big brutes and goons that she was singing to, it was the women. I breathed deeply, and realized that Valerie wasn't anyone's sister at all. Just then, tall, drunk, and goofy really put the squeeze on my arms. I wasn't moving at all. He used his free hand to get a handful of my right breast.

I had to play it cool. I let him maul it, squeezing and lifting it. Finally, she looked my way. I gave her my best pouty look. I tried to convey that I'd rather be backstage with her than out in front with this gorilla. She lingered on me, a small frown on her face at my obvious uncomfort, before grinning slightly, and winking before she looked elsewhere.

He moved his hand to my other breast, squeezing it and groping roughly as his boozy breath steamed on my neck. I leaned over, and and in my most sultry voice I could muster. "Why don't you get us another drink. I'm all excited." I said, and spread my legs a little. His hand dropped and slipped under the leg slit and quickly found my pantiless pussy. I looked lustily into his eyes, "but first get us another drink."

He grinned and shot out of the chair. I straightened myself out, and made it to the back of the room, slid along the wall unnoticed, and then up to the big bouncer that gaurded the dressing room. I leaned in close to him, making sure my breasts barely touched his arm and whispered into his ear, "The lady on stage would like to talk to me." I filled my eyes with as much lust and sexual hunger as I could manage as I looked at her. He grinned an obscene grin. My gambit worked. This had happened a couple times before at least. He stepped aside. I saw freckle face looking around dumbly with two more highballs and a poorly disguised erection before I ducked into the dressing room.

I had to decide whether to be waiting for her, or hide and observe.