Forbidden Attraction

Half In A Dream

A soft coercing tongue parts my lips while another wet warm mouth startles me at my neck. It is dark in the room but I can feel their hot hands exploring me. Caressing my womanly curves. Someone is squeezing my breasts and lightly teasing my n*****s, now I feel sensitive to his every touch. The other set of hands are grabbing my ass and sliding between my thighs, it makes me clench them together. I am suddenly feeling regret, as if this scenario is not exactly what I had in mind.

My head feels as foggy as the two figures that are passionately fondling me. My mind is trying to come to a decision, whether or not this is what I want. My chest starts to feel heavy and my mind is made up. What good is passion without love? I am ready to be loved. I deserve to be loved and cared for, to have someone worry about me, someone that needs to be close to me because it makes them feel good. And I want to have a man make me feel good when I’m close to him..in his strong protective loving arms..

The two figures fade away like smoke in the wind. Now I can see my man as clear as day. Coming closer to me.. Laying me back on my soft bed.. The lover that my heart belongs to. His shining platinum blond hair glistens between my fingers as I pull him into my embrace. I take his tongue into my mouth as his fingers slide into me. Mmm..

I roll over to discover myself waking up from a dream that I desperately wanted to enjoy. It was like he was actually here for a moment until the moment slipped away. Colton. Where are you? Come to me. I rub my thighs together and feel how wet I am.

What about the rest of my dream?! I feel ashamed at first and my cheeks flush with heat and then it goes away as quickly as it came. I feel something different now. Like I made a confession and the weight has lifted. I am feeling more motivated than ever to be my own successful woman. Last night..last night was amazing! It was like a dream and it really happened. This is the future for me. Bathed in bright lights and applause, performing every night because I want to and not because I am being forced to. Earning a paycheck and my own keep.

The black dress I wore last night is draped over the chair by my bed. Morning light is creeping in through the curtains to shine on the expensive garment’s many sequins, making tiny specks of light dance on the walls. I am admiring them half in a dream when I look around and a jolt shoots through me at the sight of my dingy little apartment. My first month worth of paychecks are going towards getting out of here. I should even have some extra spending money for furniture, clothes, or jewelry. Oh! I sit straight up in bed. Did I leave my mother’s necklace at the nightclub?

Now that I think about it, I never went back to the dressing room after Ben’s congratulations. I need to get down there before something happens. Someone could steal it or what if it gets moved out with Kitty’s things. I am up and in the shower before I can even finish the thought.

Out of the closet and onto my bed flies a cream colored long sleeve blouse with pink roses and navy leaves. The coordinating navy slacks, I spent three minutes looking for, are hanging right on front of me. A few deep breaths and I am dressed in a flash. My matching rose pink lipstick looks nice with the neutral pallet I chose for my makeup. Two more buttons up the side of my high-wasted wide flare pants and then I can jump into my cream colored chunky heels that allow the long pants to stay an inch off the ground. One more shot of hair spray to keep my bobby-pin held bun up for the day.

Oh, I just remembered..should I call Tony to pick me up in the company car? I had almost forgotten my close encounter with Ben last night. His warmth surrounded me in the cold and his closeness excited me. It had been a while since I was that close to a man. I have been trying to keep myself away from the opposite s*x and that is directly because of my no good ex, I was not going to run right into the arms of the next charmer.

I pick up the receiver and place a call to the club asking if Tony is available. Apparently he was waiting for me to call, he is leaving now and should be to my place in about twenty minutes.

Me elbows are resting on the window sill as I look out of the tiny apartment to the dingy street below, waiting for my ride to show up. This part of the city is a slum compared to downtown and I can guarantee nobody from uptown would dare to step a foot into this district. I am feeling the sudden urgency to get out of here and I am relieved at the thought of Tony picking me up. I might not be able to keep my head held high if either Ben or Drew saw where I am currently living. Then guilt ripples through me as I remember my mother teaching me about the importance of caring for the people in these places. Sometimes it is out of their control, due to a tragedy, illness, old age, or death. I take a deep breath and hope to remain humble and hope to be more like my mother some day. Just then the shiny black company car turns onto my street, catching my attention and snapping me once again back to reality.

On my way to the door I grab my long gray wool coat and my purse. As I am coming out of the front door to the apartment building, I notice a small crowd of onlookers has gathered around the expensive car. Tony opens the door to the car for me so I can quickly get in. I am happy to be lucky enough to ride in such style but at the same time I fight down a familiar feeling of being chauffeured my whole life in the back seat of a fancy car.

We get to the The Moonlight Lounge at about ten in the morning and the place is pretty much empty. When there is no sign of Ben or Drew, I make my way straight to the dressing room. Everything is untouched and Kitty’s chaos is still very much present. My necklace is where I left it on the vanity table. Thank goodness. I give the necklace a reassuring look over before putting it in my coat pocket. If the other girls are not here either I suppose I will go back to my apartment and relax for a change.

The hallway is empty when I exit the dressing room but I think I hear people talking out in the main area. I see Ben, looking handsome as ever, talking with Tony. Before I can make my presence known, Ben goes through the door to the back area. My guess, judging by the room’s occupants from the night before, it seems to be the gentlemen’s room. And it is a good thing that I am no detective, because it does not take a genius to figure out they are gambling. Illegally.

“Is there anything I can do for you Miss Albright?” Asks Tony, my eager young driver.

Before I can answer, another young man walks in with an envelope for a “Mr. Edwards,” he says directed to me.

“Yes, I can take that please.” I say with a bat of my full eyelashes and a cute smile. He blushes at a loss of words and hands me the envelope without delay, then turns and leaves.

Tony tries to protest as I make my way through the door to the back room. I am going to use this chance to let Ben know I can be trusted. We should be honest with each other if I am going to be working here. What am I saying? I can’t tell him the truth about anything.