Bright hazel eyes weighed down by caked on eye shadow and mascara stared forlornly across the floor of the room, drinking in the scene that lay before them. Slowly tallying up just how many girls aside from her was working, as they teetering from customer to customer.

"Great, too many girls tonight… again…" Sarah muttered to herself.

With a quick glance in the mirror to make sure everything on her person was in place, Sarah took a deep breath and pushed the swinging door out to make her entrance out to the busy club floor.

"Hey there, momma, you ready to rake in the dough tonight?" Brenda the dj peered out from behind the mike on top of the booth.

Forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes Sarah answered "I would be if Jane didn't always insist on scheduling too many girls all the damned time. It's getting harder and harder to make a hustle. "

"Aww, come on now, cheer up. You look beautiful tonight; those boys will be at your heels begging you for dances."

"I suppose. But you and I both know that you have to be dirty anymore to make money. These new girls who come in here can't distinguish the difference between a dancer and a prostitute. The industries changed…Maybe I'm just too old for it anymore..?"

"Don't you worry 'bout that, you're so sexy that you don't even try. Besides, you be good to the universe and the universe will be good to you. Here you're on next, let's pick out something sexy and happening and you and I will get those men flocking to your rack…"

Sarah grinned a half hearted grin, not really having the heart to tell Brenda that it'll take more than just the right song selection.

Slowly stalking up to the stage and tossing the small handbag but the stairs out of her way, Sarah grabbed the towel and dampened it with the disinfectant spray; she slinked her way up the small set of steps and pranced to the pole secured in the center.

Sarah felt the beat of the music pulse through her, and began to move around the pole with the grace that bespoke years of practice. It was the same every time, thoroughly disgusted by the men who sat at her rack, and sickened by the thoughts that she knew where going through their heads. Sarah always refused to make eye contact with any of them and watch herself in the mirrors that lined the club walls and on the ceiling just above the pole.

Halfway through the song it suddenly changed from the upbeat Beatles song that she was known for dancing to, to a soft otherworldly melody. A song that Sarah had only heard in her dreams, one that she never thought she would hear in the waking world. One that she honestly hoped wasn't real.

Sarah being a professional not once missed a beat as she bumped and grinded along the pole and the stage floor, peaked over to check Brenda's booth to see what she was playing, gave no inclination of knowing what was going on, as she gossiped with Jane the club's owner. Neither did the other girls or customers let on that they noticed a change in music.

In the corner of her eye she noticed a customer in the corner getting a private dance, but he was staring at her the entire time, giving no notice to the two buxom dancers grinding on him and each other. Her heart all of a sudden was lodged in her throat, Sarah felt the her breath hitch in her throat… the drumming of her heart flooded her ears drowning out the music…Those eyes, it was then when Sarah knew no one but she would hear the song, or even notice the hum of magick that pulsed in the room, it was then in that moment in time that she knew it wasn't a dream, and without a question of a doubt she knew that it was him…

Sarah jumped up bout ready to bolt off of the stage as fast as her 8 inch platform stilettos would allow her that it was the last beat of the Beatles song blasting from the speakers, accompanied by Brenda's voice and not the haunting song of forever love that was flooding the small club, and that the magickal hum that threatened to overwhelm her, was now gone.

Scrambling to gather the tips from the stage and the scanty clothes to her chest Sarah rushed off of the stage and just before disappearing into the safety of the dressing room spun around to the corner where she saw him just seconds ago, found just an empty space…

With a trembling hand Sarah pulled an empty chair to the mirror where her work bags were and it was there where her legs collapsed under her. She buried her heavily made up face into her manicured hands and sobbed with only the emotion a woman with a broken heart could sob…

I'm not sure if I want to just keep this as a one shot, or to build on it...So I suppose it just depends on what you as the readers want :)

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