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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 19, 2017 23:06:19 GMT -6
Charlotte had been getting wilder in the last year. It started with losing her virginity and just seemed to escalate from there. And now she had snuck out of the house and was walking into what was considered one of the most dangerous places in town. She was carefully going up to the bar of the Spread Eagle. She blushed as peoples bodies moved against each other on the dance floor in such sensual ways. She quietly ordered a French 75, which had recently become her favorite drink. After finishing two of the drinks Charlotte got up the nerve to go onto the dance floor.
She was really enjoying this. The dancing the press of the bodies against her own. Her blood pounded in her ears excitedly.
And then a pretty girl came over to her and took her hand and the two began dancing together. Charlotte had thought it was just in good fun but then the other girl came in close and put her hands on Charlotte's hips and her hands began to wander. Charlotte blushed to the roots of her hair and without trying to be rude she mumbled an excuse and pulled away and practically ran toward the exit. But a small group blocked her forcing her to go around them and slow down. She was almost at the door when she was stopped.
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Post by Pauline Belmonte on Jun 20, 2017 0:33:19 GMT -6
It was mingling time at the Spread Eagle—a time of the night where the customers were restless and itching to get on their feet and move to the jazz music. It was one thing for Pauline’s girls to perform on stage and get the VIPs excited for their private performances, but it was another for the floor to be cleared of furniture and instead be filled with dancing bodies. It didn’t occur every single night, in fact, it was a rather new occurrence that began happening when the younger generation started showing up to party.
Pauline’s green eyes scanned the lively room, watching as youngsters guzzled booze and cocktails and moved their bodies like they were living their last day. It was refreshing. Not quite Paulie’s style, personally, she was used to the lounge style of entertainment, but making the place a temporary frolic pad for the younger party goers gave the space a new vibe.
‘Lamb on the run,’ Pauline thought to herself with a smirk. Her eye had caught sight of a somewhat panicked looking little lady with raven hair as she shied away from the girl she had been dancing with. The redhead, who incidentally had been hanging back near the exit, stepped over to the lady and gently took her arm.
“Now, I know you didn’t just give that pretty girl over there the absent treatment,” she lightheartedly scolded, raising a defined eyebrow. “What’s your rush, honey?”
(( slang terms: 'frolic pad' means a dance club or nightclub, while 'absent treatment' means dancing with a shy person, inexperienced dancer or awkward partner. ))
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 20, 2017 9:16:58 GMT -6
Charlotte looked up at one of the most beautiful woman she had ever see. She had long lush red hair. And as Charlotte looked at her she realize she was like that all over, eyes, legs, hips, lips, and especially her buds (slang for breasts).
Charlotte blushed as red as the woman hair and replied softly. "I didn't mean to miss I just know Daddy wouldn't approve of something like that." Although Charlotte knew if her father ever found out she was here he would go dumkuff (slang for nutty, or batty)
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Post by Pauline Belmonte on Jun 26, 2017 17:29:32 GMT -6
Pauline looked the lady up and down. She was a little fish, obviously new to this place, considering Pauline had never seen her before... her shy mannerisms spoke volumes, as well. The woman hummed slightly and led the young lady away and toward the bar. The bartender placed two cocktails there without a word and Pauline took her usual martini, sipping at it. "Putting aside approval for now, let me ask," she began, leaning against the bar while keeping a hand delicately placed upon the girl's shoulder, "have you never danced with a lady like her before?"
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 26, 2017 17:47:27 GMT -6
Charlotte followed the beautiful red head to the bar blushing darker as she looked at the woman's revealing clothes. Two martinis were placed in front of them the older woman taking a sip of one. Obviously the other was for herself. She took in and took a small sip. While her favorite drink was a French 75 the martini was made with gin as well so it had some similar tastes that warmed Charlottes body.
She looked back at the woman and listened as she spoke. Not only was the woman beautiful but she had a mesmerizing voice as well. It was deeper then most woman but still very feminine. For some reason the color amber came to mind while listening to her. Amber was a hard beautiful stone but it came from the sap of living trees. It was like being two opposites just like this woman seemed to be. She was warm, almost motherly but the way she moved and spoke made Charlotte think of sex, moaning, and sweating with exertion.
"Putting aside approval for now, let me ask," she began, leaning against the bar while keeping a hand delicately placed upon the girl's shoulder, "have you never danced with a lady like her before?"
Charlotte blushed again tilting her head away from the woman's face like she was trying to hide herself, but ended up putting her face even closer to the hand on her shoulder. "No." She whispered, now both hands clutching the stem of her drink in front of her body like a shield. "No ma'am, I haven't." Her voice was soft almost to the point she hoped the other woman couldn't hear her over the music.
She came to the Spread Eagle to prove to herself just how wild she was, but now she felt like such a child. It was almost like her first performance when she was little, except while she had been scared then she hadn't fumbled. Here it felt like she fell flat on her face, and this woman speaking to her so kindly asking her questions, it felt worse then when Cruella was at her meanest. She knew Cruella was never please but without even knowing this woman she wanted her approval even though she didn't know why.
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Post by Pauline Belmonte on Jun 26, 2017 18:19:47 GMT -6
Pauline took another sip of her martini, gauging the little lady's reaction and posture. She was young, but from the looks of things not so young that she wasn't questioning herself and her feelings. The way she curled inward, holding her drink almost as if it could shield her from view of the world. She was pale, emerald eyes and black hair curled in a stylish, modern bob; a hairstyle Pauline thought to be quite pretty, though it simply wasn't personally her style.
"No ma'am, I haven't," the girl spoke so quietly that Pauline had to mostly read her lips.
"I see," Pauline hummed, giving a slight nod. She gulped down the rest of her martini and set the glass on the counter for the bartender to clean up. The redhead's hand danced over her shoulder and slid down her arm, rubbing it gently, almost soothingly. She leaned in to the young lady. "Well, did you like it?"
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 26, 2017 18:35:41 GMT -6
As the older woman's hand danced over her shoulder and arm Charlotte's blush increased again. She was sure her head would explode if she blushed much more.
When the woman asked if she had liked the dance Charlotte bit her lip remembering how soft the other woman's body had felt against her. Oh she felt sure she preferred the hard panels of a mans body pressed against her own softer form but yes she had enjoyed it. But she didn't know if that was ok. Was it? She knew her father wouldn't like it but the older woman has said to put that aside for the moment and that was a little easier. Charlotte had learned at least to an extent how to put her fathers feelings about things to the side. After all she had lost her virginity over a year ago and had had a few other sexual experiences with other men since then but this pulled her so far out of her comfort zone she just wasn't sure what to say.
"I um... Well I guess I..." Charlotte almost always was able to explain herself with words but this made her struggle. She bit her lip harder making it almost white. She looked up into the other woman's dark jade green colored eyes. She took a deep breath gathering her courage. "I-I suppose I did." She said nervously. She didn't think the older woman would judge her for this but sometimes it was hard to read people like that. She knew her father would and probably most people too and that scared her. She was the oldest town princess. If her enjoying dancing with other woman started getting around she didn't even want to know what would happen to her family and herself.
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Post by Pauline Belmonte on Jun 26, 2017 19:16:40 GMT -6
"I um... Well I guess I..." the girl stammered, looking a bit flustered and certainly red in the face. The two of them locked eyes. "I-I suppose I did."
She danced her fingers along the girl's arm, up and down and back again. The little fish was experimenting, it seemed. There was something about her that just made Pauline so... curious. She wondered who this little lady would one day grow to be; a young woman already, but not old enough to truly know herself, yet. The times were alive with pursuits of pleasures and self-exploration. Perhaps she could help her out with that for the night.
"Don't you worry, darlin'. It's okay for you to feel that way," Pauline said, running her gloved fingertips down her arm to take the girl's hand, giving her a coy smile. She leaned in a bit further to whisper in her ear. "If you want... I can take you backstage and help you figure out these feelings in private."
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 26, 2017 19:46:47 GMT -6
Charlotte's face continued on blushing. She couldn't seem to stop. Her eyes widened in appreciation as the older woman told her it was okay to have these feelings. As the woman leaned in Charlotte felt her breath catch in her throat. When she mentioned taking her backstage her heart picked up speed. And then she got her breath back and she gasped. Her arm tingled as the red head's silk covered fingers ran over her skin. Her eyes glazed over slightly at the other woman's closeness her mind running though things that she was taught she should not image but she couldn't seem to stop her mind. "I... you... You would help me understand?" She asked with wanting eyes. She wanted to understand what she was feeling what was going on.
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