China Doll
She pulled up her fishnet stockings with awkward fingers and slipped on the ridiculously high heels with see through heels and studied herself in the mirror critically. The skimpy black outfit clung to her curves seductively. Her makeup made her look like someone else. False eyelashes and deep rouge lips. She stuck out her tongue to her reflection.
Helen decided to become and exotic dancer on a whim. Her finances were in the negative and the part-time job at Sandy's Candy shop barely covered rent.
Helen grabbed her car keys after spraying a hint if Channel on her throat and wrists. Who is this girl? She wondered. She was going to find out soon.
She drove with purpose through the darkened streets, stepping on the gas at caution lights. Once her mind was decided all caution flew out the window.
She pulled in the parking lot and parked haphazardly. Showtime was in a half hour.
Helen walked quickly to the back and checked in with a burly bouncer named Carl. He looked her up and down with bold eyes and smiled knowingly.
The first dance was awkward, but soon she felt loose and daring. More daring than she anticipated.
A handsome man in a crisp white dress shirt rolled to the sleeves stared quietly in appreciation. At the end of the third number of thumping rythmn he walked casually from the bar with his burboun and signaled to her indiscriminately. She studied his face, his arms flexed and his strong hands curled around a beveled glass.
She decided that the only solution was to seduce him. She felt a strange, wanton recklessness overtake her.
She stepped off of the stage wearing a slow, easy smile and walked to the stranger.
"I'm Helen," she said.
He nodded slightly, his eyes traveled over her with a raw admiration.
His hand came out to take hers, then curled over her fingers.
The movement was as intoxicating as it was simple.
She dipped her head slightly. Her wavy hair flowing over bare shoulders. She was immersed. It reminded her of the water and the way she made tea, letting the bag seep in the boiling water, watching the brew rise to perfection to sip.
Helen smiled into his eyes and took his arm in hers, leading him into the moonbathed night.
Caution silenced with the sky.
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