BURLESQUE.
-Sex on Fire-
She comes through the club looking for a good time
Gonna make that, shake that, money on a dime
Don't need a sugga daddy, she can work it just fine
Up on the table, she'll be dancing all night (hee-eey)
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Damon walked around the large bedroom he'd picked as his own in the luxury apartment. He stood bared from the waist up, bobbing his head along to the fist pumping music blasting through the Dr. Dre headphones stuck in his ears. As the Adonis moved around his room listening to Imagine Dragon's- Radioactive his roomies fixed breakfast from down below. He could smell bacon and eggs and pancakes. And made sure to hurry his ass up to get to that good food.
"Damon, breakfast!" Caroline hollered.
"Damon?!" Elena yelled after a moment when he didn't respond.
Because of the pounding music in his ears her nothing but the deep seductive beats of the song. He smirked at himself in the mirror as he walked past it to his bathroom to brush his teeth and freshen up a bit.
"I'll get him." Elena volunteered and without waiting for a response walked up the spiral staircase and down the hall until she'd reached her lovers chambers. She knocked softy on the door, "Damon?" Her heart beat increased slightly worried, what if he had fallen in the shower and cracked his head and gotten food poising and God the possibilities were practically endless. "Damon, I'm coming in." She warned waiting for his cunning voice to utter an inappropriate response. When she didn't receive one she wrenched open to the room and entered his room.
She looked around the room noticing he'd packed most of his things away, she saw all of his things neatly where they belonged. The bed was neatly made and still showed no sign of the man she'd crushed on since her late teen years. Her suspicions however were put to rest when the looker in question stepped out of his adjoining bathroom clad in a white t-shirt and black jeans. His hair was slightly tussled from sleep and he hadn't bothered to fix it up. He looked up from his I-pod touch and smiled at her. He popped both of the ear buds from his ears and looked her up and down with a small smirk.
"Don't you knock?" He alleged teasingly.
"Sorry, but we called you down for breakfast and when you didn't respond we assumed the worst." She said blushing slightly as he stared at her. But she couldn't help but admire the way his bulging muscles were on display in the tank. She loved the way it was see through enough that she could detect those washboard abs that he wore oh so well.
"See something you like?" he taunted.
She rolled her eyes at him, "Bite me, Damon." She headed out of the door but stopped to look at him over her shoulder with a diminutive smile, "Remember breakfast." With that she stalked off back downstairs to her blonde headed roommate.
The male beauty beamed to himself, "I think I'm gonna like Paris just fine." He remarked to himself aloud.
"Hey, D." Caroline remarked as she chomped on a crispy piece of turkey bacon.
Damon traipsed down the stairs and into the kitchen with a grace he seemed to be born with. "Morning, Car." He said in greeting pecking her on the cheek as he walked around her stool to get to the refrigerator to pour himself a drink. "Mmm, looks yummy." He said in regards to meal laid before him.
"Thanks." The teenage girls utter in unison smiling cheekily at one another. He chucked lightly as he filled a glass with his favorite non alcoholic drink- orange juice, no pulp of course.
He loaded up his plate and took a seat on the stool next to Caroline as Elena sat on the counter munching on some bacon while drinking her morning OJ. They all made small talk, laughing and such as they all finished their homemade breakfast's.
Elena hopped down from the pristine counter and quickly washed up her dishes before downing the rest of her juice in one, "I'm going to go shower. Later." She said before skipping up the stairs.
Damon watched her until her olive figure disappeared and sat still for a moment, "Is she ok?"
"As far as I know, yeah." She said as she finished her last bite before going to the sink to wash her plate and silver wear. "Why?"
"Nothing." He said slowly not even sure if he believed his answer. "She just seems a little off."
"Well she hasn't done her morning ritual yet, so give her an hour."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." She giggled. "Just take a beat."
He rolled his eyes before smirking, "So what exactly are we doing today?"
"Well I don't know about you," Caroline started drying off her plates quickly, "But Elena and I are going to get the grand tour of the Burlesque Academy."
"How does that even work?" He asked curious as he had yet to be explained the actual details of their tamed teasing.
"We have one week of learning three times a week. And every night we have to go either a party or a showing." She explained.
He nodded his head slowly before smirking, "I want in on those parties." He remarked.
"I figured." She giggled slightly. He bobbed his head in agreement, "Awesome."
The two sat around chatting for a while when Elena clad in a plain baby blue hoodie and light blue jeans came down. She slipped black toms on her feet and left her hair pin straight. She grabbed her phone, keys and wallet before addressing them. "I'm going shopping and stuff." She spoke while grabbing a water bottle.
Damon smiled, "Want company?"
She glanced him, "Actually I'm going to run a few personal errands on the way so rain check. But I'll pick some corsets up thinking of you."
He chuckled though he thought her tone was a bit…off. "Ok. Wanna meet up for lunch?"
"Not really." She said without sympathy. Seeing the surprised and sullen look on his face she quickly corrected herself, "Dinner?"
"That sounds great. Car?"
"I'm in." She smiled.
"Cool." Elena said running her tongue over her teeth. She was getting a bleaching today.
"Hey can you pick up my lingerie order?"
Elena nodded her head her brown curls shaking with the movement. "Got it. Well, I gotta go. Ciao."
Damon and Caroline along with Jenna and Bonnie strolled into the apartment after lunch and shopping. All of them had gotten stylish haircuts. Caroline with rambunctious blonde curls that framed her pristine skin. Bonnie had gotten her hair in a similar raven black color to Damon's, straightened it perfectly then gotten sexy bangs. Aunt Jenna had cut her hair so it was a little lengthier then shoulder length. Damon had gotten a normal trim.
They unloaded the bags in the living room before going into the kitchen for a glass of wine.
"Rose, White or Red?" Damon asked.
"Rose." The girls answered simultaneously making all of them chuckle. He nodded and went to gather a bottle and wine glasses.
As they all slowly sipped the expensive wine they chatted about this and that when Jenna thought of something.
"Where the hell is Elena?"
Damon sighed, "She said she had shopping and 'errands' to run."
"I hope she's ok." Bonnie said softly puncturing her plump bottom lip with her tooth. As if the cunning brunette had been reading their minds, they heard the sound of a key turning in the lock along with the sound of giggling. Their all exchanged glances before walking out to the living room where they saw Elena and a mysterious face. Their jaws dropped collectively.
Elena had cut her hair off a few inches and had gotten spiral curls with rich red highlights. She wore a light blue denim sleeveless blouse paired with dark blue skin tight jeans. On her feet were ankle combat boots, they were floral multi print and absolutely stunning. In her ears with flat earrings with a shade to match her top, the logo printed on them 'Marc by Marc Jacobs'. Surprising all of them an infinity nose ring sat on her nose. Her lips had a light pink gloss painted on them making them pop. She'd left the buttons undone at the bottom of her top and splitted it so you could see the silver rose belly button ring. She had a single silver bracelet on her wrist and an infinity ring on her left middle finger. Her makeup was light but flawless. Her nails were a contrast of blues and purples creating a galaxy effect.
Her companion was just as flawless. With soft deep red curls drifting down her back created a sexy lusty look. Her lips were painted a deep red that only added to her seductive look. Her eyes were a golden brown that contrasted with her milky white slightly toned contrast. She was wearing a grey denim jacket that paired with nude peep toe heels. She wore matching beige flowing knee length dress that had soft ruffles in them. She had a cute little black criss cross bracelet. Her nails were a sexy blood red.
"Um…hey Elena." Caroline said with a small confused smile. "Elena's friend."
"Bonjur." Elena remarked happily with a bright smile. "C'est mon ami Aimeé Proal." (This is my friend)
"Aimeé Proal…that sounds familiar." The bubbly blonde spoke to herself.
Elena smiled at her, "That's because it is. She's the lead dancer on the Moulin Rouge."
"We met at the hair salon." Aimeé said smiling adoringly at the fashionable brunette. "She mentioned that she was giving herself a makeover for her new dancing career and we found out that'd we both do the same thing."
"Well, nice to meet you Aimeé. I'm Elena's Aunt very much young Jenna." The slightly older woman smiled. They had similar hair colors. The beauty quickly shook her hand and returned the greeting.
"Bonnie Bennett."
"Caroline Forbes."
The two girls quickly introduced themselves to the intimidating yet stunning red head. "Nice to meet you both."
"So you must be Damon." Aimeé said with a small smirk glancing at Elena who rolled her eyes playfully.
"Mmm." He hummed. "It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance…Aimeé." He cooed seductively taking her hand and bestowing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. Elena snorted and grabbed her shopping bags and staking up the stairs with her perfected grace.
Aimeé smiled knowingly and chuckled under her breath before grabbing her own bags and following after her new companion leaving behind the three women and teenage Adonis shocked and slightly confused.
"What was that?"
"Everyone is this room is a dancer, everyone in this room is good." An strong elegant voice bellowed. "But not everyone in this room is great, excellent, and superior. Not all of you have what it takes."
Some girls shook with fear as did others' who hid behind that with a mask. Others' simply stood with their heads' held high ready to go though any obstacles because they were born knowing they had what it takes. And they were ready.
"By the end of this week 6 of you will be chosen and will star along with my other beauties. These girls stood where you were and made a name from themselves. Can you keep up?"
The woman stalked around in nothing but black lacy panties and a leather vest that was only partially zipped up. It showcased her matching lazy bra. She had 5 inch black stilettos. Her hair was appealing in rippled curls.
She smiled a predatory smile and walked slowly her heels clacking as she went. She stopped in front of Caroline.
"You are gorgeous." She murmured. "I can see you dancing second chair."
Caroline kept the ecstatic look off her face and replaced it with a look of boredom instead. The teacher slowly walked around her taking in her flawless skin, her compelling curves and the waves and colors of her hair. "What's your name?"
"Caroline Forbes." She answered levelly.
"Well, Caroline, dance well and you'll be a burlesque star in no time."
"Thank you Ms. Surette."
"Call me Celine." She smiled cunningly. She moved on before coming upon Elena. Her eyes widened drastically upon noticing her features.
"You my dear are striking." She said almost in shock. She took in her perfect olive skin, the big brown orbs, to her silky chocolate locks. She thought the extraneous piercings' were daring but she thought that the fact that she had the guts to do it made her package that much more delectable. She had the perfect handful of breasts and 'grab me' hips. She remind her of herself when she was a young, brave 'take no shit' girl with a 'take no prisoners attitude.'
"When did you get these piercings?"
"Today Ms. Surette." Elena said glancing at the stunning woman before her.
"Why?"
"I wanted an edge. I've always wanted them. Is that a problem?"
The woman guffawed at how quick and feisty the young dancer was and it intrigued her immensely. "I like you as well."
"What's your name, jeune fille?"
"Elena. Elena Marie Gilbert."
"Vous êtes un peu juvénile sexy." She smirked. (You're a sexy little juvenile.) She wanted to know if the girl before her spoke fluent French.
"Je vous remercie, Je fais de mon mieux Madame." (Thank you. I try my best madam.)
The woman smirked impressed. "I've made my decision. Ma petite boule de perfection et mon petit rebelle sexy obtiendra les leçons privées." She spoke her French accent rolling off the tongue. (My little ball of perfection and my sexy little rebel will get the private lessons.)
Caroline and Elena smirked at one another over the moon that they'd obviously made a good impression.
"For the rest of you grab your schedules on the way out." She said waving her hand dismissively. The room quickly cleared of the amateur dancers and in walked the professionals.
Three gorgeous women entered the dance studio. One being Aimeé. The other two were just as beautiful.
"Les filles, répondent Maéva, Océane et mon chéri Aimeé." (Girls, meet Maéva, Océane and my darling Aimeé.)
"We've already met Aimeé." Elena said smiling at the vixen.
"Oh?"
"Yes we met at the hair salon and hit it off." Elena spoke. "She's nice." Caroline nodded in agreement with a soft smile.
"You have met her as well, parfait?" She asked curiously. (Perfect.)
"Elena et moi sommes les meilleurs amis et vivent ensemble." (Elena and I are best friends and live together.)
"Parfait! Then you two can help one another, oui?" (Yes)
"Tout à fait." Elena smirked.
"Bonne. Maintenant nous commençons." (Good. Now let us begin.)
"You two girls were amazing!" Océane commented with a smile. She twirled her curly black hair around a single finger showing of her pearly whites as she did.
Maéva nodded in agreement, "Absolutely stunning!"
Caroline blushed a salmon pink, "Thanks." While Elena simply smirked slightly.
The group was at the club from the night before looking proactive and tastefully flirtatious of course.
Océane wore a black lace front gold belted shirt dress that showed of her stunning thighs, legs and arms. She'd paired the sexy little number with Jeffrey Campbell lion head lita platform boots. The beauty had a certain come hither look.
Elena wore a Women's Sweetheart Neck Line Bandeau Dress which features a beautiful, white, lace covered bodice complete with a flattering sweetheart, bandeau neckline and contrasting navy blue, two-tiered floaty skirt. Camilla-1 Fx suede lace p Wedge Boots was lodged onto her feet her olive skin tone on various display.
Maéva displayed herself in A Georgette fit & flare dress featuring caged sides, scoop neckline. Adjustable spaghetti straps. A shirred skirt, invisible back zipper with hook-eye closure, fully lined. It was basically short, black and tight and made her look erotic. Especially with the racy pumps on her feet; A bright hot pink suede blankets the silhouette perfectly while hiding a 1 1/2 inch platform. A floral print and Japanese cat graces the sole.
Caroline looked good enough to eat in her one shoulder sketch tunic shell and painted on grey skinny jeans. Black Faux Suede Round Closed Toe Strap Platform Heels were on her feet adding to her height. Her makeup was flawless and only made her simple but perfect outfit pop even further.
Aimeé was particularly enticing in her Alice + Olivia white Brigitte top. Stretch-jersey. Black stretch-mesh back panel, elasticated patent-leather waist belt, silk organza-backed peplum, fully lined. Exposed zip fastening along back. MANGO super slim-fit black ripped jeans that highlighted her womanly curves. She completed her fashionable look with cross bow Mary Jane pumps. She'd curled her red hair perfectly so it draped over her left shoulder and down her back, her pouty lips painted a deep seductive red.
All in all the girls looked completely fuckable and they knew it along with everyone who had an eye or two to see with.
"I'm excited for that party tomorrow." Caroline commented taking a sip of her fruity cocktail.
"You've never partied until you've partied with burlesque dancers on E." Maéva smirked with a small laugh remembering her first burlesque party.
"On E?" Elena asked curiously.
"Yeah, you know ecstasy." Aimeé said.
"Well, yeah, I know what it is but why do they take it?"
Océane smirked at her, "Sweetie, ecstasy is fucking amazing period. But when you're a burlesque dancer on it…well it's like a whole new world. All you wanna do is drink and dance and just be free. It's the best feeling in the world."
Caroline smiled, "Where do we get it?"
"You'll be given some; we'll make sure of that. Trust me." Maéva nodded her head along to the blaring beat as she spoke.
"Sounds like a hell of a party." Elena smirked. She couldn't wait.
"I will drink to that!" Aimeé said and all the girls cheered and clinked their glasses together.
"Hey, there you guys are!" Bonnie smiled from her position on the couch. Her and Damon had been watching movies and talking for hours. They weren't as close as he was to Caroline and Elena but the two of them had some fun whenever they were together.
"Hey Bon, hey D." Caroline replied with a smile while Elena only nodded while going to the kitchen to get some water. Caroline began to rant off her day to Bonnie while Damon followed after Elena with a frown on his face. She'd been weird with him.
"Hey 'Lena." He smiled at her as she sat on the counter drinking her Fiji.
"Hey." She said.
He frowned at her once more, "Alright just tell me what I did."
"Excuse me?"
"You've been avoiding me all day, babe."
"No I haven't." She denied.
"Lena." He exhaled noisily. "C'mon, it's me you're talking to here. I know you."
"Look it's just…" She sighed as well. "I can't have a boyfriend right now. I mean I really like you but when I'm with you I want it to be forever. And right now I'm only 18 years old, and I'm going to be a burlesque dancer. I wanna get high and dance and screw who I want when I want. I don't want to be tied down and being with you before I'm ready would be unfair to both of us."
Damon stared at her for a moment before nodding with a small sad smile, "I get it, 'Lena. But I still want to be a part of your life. And I want to be with you, maybe not in the way I want to right now, but maybe in another way."
She raised an eye brow, "Fuck buddies?"
"Well…yeah." He smirked at her.
"Mmm…ok."
And with that they crashed their lips into one another prepared to fool around a little bit. Although the term was 'fuck buddies', she wasn't ready to you know…fuck. So as he hoisted her legs around his waist and carried her up the stairs, their lips firmly attached to one another, she hoped she was making the right decision...
Caroline, Bonnie and Damon stood around the table eating waffles when the doorbell rang. Caroline paused her fork armed with waffles and set it back down. "I'll get it."
She hopped off her chair, her hips swaying in her pink skinny jeans. She pulled down her tiny tank top and plastered a welcoming smile on her face before opening the door.
"Aimeé…um what are you doing here?"
The strawberry blonde smiled at her, "I'm here to pick up, Elena."
"Where are you going?" Bonnie asked coming into the room with Damon behind her looking slightly annoyed that it was obvious Elena would be ditching them for the day once again.
"None of your business." Elena smirked as she hopped down the stairs looking as amazing as ever.
Her upper body clad in a V décolleté sleeveless shirt with pearl beads. Her usual jeans switched for Zara flower print trousers that fit her like a glove and highlighted her curves. On her feet were pearl colored ballet slippers with a small bow on them. She had keys and salmon pink ray bans in her left hand, her I phone in her right.
Aimeé looked her up and down, "Great minds think alike, magnifique." (Gorgeous)
Elena smirked knowing she meant that they both dressed in the same type of clothing. The strawberry blonde wore a navy baby doll neck pleated blouse with a white collar. On her long legs were rare London Aztec print leggings. Her hair was perfectly curled as usual and she looked dashing with the matching navy beanie on her head. She perfectly displayed her model swag in her navy superman converse and her matching nerd glasses.
"Elena I thought we could hang out today…" Damon trailed off.
"Well we made plans to go out today…maybe tonight, D." She smiled before following Aimeé out of the door. "Later guys!" She called over her shoulder.
"Later, babe." He whispered to himself before sighing with a roll of his eyes before grabbing his jacket and keys to his motorcycle and going out the door.
"Damon where are you going?!" Caroline asked running after him.
"To blow of some steam, don't wait up Care Bear!"
The dark of the alley
The breakin' of day
The head while I'm drivin'
I'm drivin'
Soft lips are open
Knuckles are pale
It feels like you're dyin'
You're dyin'
"This is crazy!" Elena yelled in between giggles as she spun around her hair blowing in the wind. They were all alone on the rocky land.
"You were born to dance, Elena." Océane commented taking a drag of the joint they were passing around.
"You think?" She smiled excited.
"Hell yeah!" Aimeé squealed. "You're a wild one!"
"I'm a wild one!" Elena yelled to the open space.
"How do you feel, 'Lena?" Océane commented with a small knowing smirk.
"Infinite. Powerful. Wild. Free…like I can do anything and everything I want."
You
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With what's to transpire
"Welcome to the land of dancing rebels. In this moment you are infinite, Elena."
She paused looking at both of her companions before smiling. "I am infinite."
Hot as a fever
Rattlin' bones
I could just taste it
Taste it
If it's not forever
If it's just tonight
We still had the greatest time of my life
The three girls looked at each other before laughing hysterically. They all jumped up and began to the dance to the blaring music. They bounded up and swayed they hips enticingly. Anyone who were watching them could see it was almost in slow motion as they danced. Their bodies moving perfectly to the beat, the sunlight hitting their skin perfectly.
You
Your sex is on fire
You
Your sex is on fire
You
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With what's to transpire
The way they moved was free but practiced, every movement was with an acquired grace that simply couldn't be taught. With a wild presence that screamed power. It commanded attention; it demanded all eyes on them. And they would always have it.
Song Inspiration for this chapter:
Christina Aguilera – Show Me How You Burlesque
Kings of Leon – Sex on Fire
A/N: So, I know I'm a very mean person. But let me just explain that I'm very sorry that I neglected all of my stories. But honestly it was too much pressure writing all these different stories. My muse is like on constant crack. And it decided to go to rehab to the last few months. But now it's back and I'll try to keep on top of this and my other popular stories. So comment, review, follow, favorite and shoot me ideas. But I want everyone to be aware that I've decided to change to course of the story and make it a bit darker than planned- there will be violence, drugs and possibly death. So if that isn't your cup of tea well sorry. Plus I've decided to add Characters and I'll list the actor/actress playing them. So be sure to check it out after reading this. Thanks!