It's late, I'm tired and work is HELL this week! But I wanted to get you guys an update anyway ;)
BIG LOVE xo
I decided to have fun tonight.
My divorce papers were currently being sorted into the delivery process and I was drinking for free.
Aro signed the contract for our work at Volturi, and Siren poured my second scotch.
Lights dimmed and one big, one blinding spotlight illuminated the stage in the shape of a circle.
I sipped my scotch and squinted while another man occupied the empty seat across from me.
The gunmetal hoop came into view.
There were silk ribbons.
Big ones, the material showing specks of glitter in the light.
She was all pale skin.
She was all legs, panning into view torturously slowly.
She wore heels.
She never does.
Big, tall, shiny and leather.
Clasps up to her knees.
Fishnet stockings under the pair of tiny, ruffled blue shorts, the tops of them peeking out and hugging her small waist.
Sapphire was perched on to the hoop, looking as comfy as she would on a worn-out couch.
The bass in the song that played was heavy, highly sensual.
She was a true artist, her legs twirling and twisting and hooking around the hoop until she was upside down, a curtain of dark hair around her body.
It was a new act, Siren whispered to me.
Aerial.
It was true art.
I admired Sapphire —Bella.
Her body has to be so fucking strong.
The contrast with the previous performance was immense.
As beautiful as Irina was, the way she went about the stage, shedding layer after layer until she was in nothing but the smallest G-string I'd ever seen, made her look cheap. Irina paled in comparison to the artsy, sultry act that went on right now.
Sapphire was doing some stuff that resembled acrobacy and yoga, all the while doing it elegant and in the air.
"Such a shame she doesn't show off her assets that much," I could hear some guys at the next table mutter to each other.
I rolled my eyes and contained myself, not wanting to make a scene.
Just hearing them talk about her like that made my blood boil for some weird, unknown reason.
I was staring at the stage so intently, I didn't know how much time had passed until Sapphire was wrapped in the silk and twirling down until her body touched the floor. She rolled her body and managed to get up, like she was doing this every day, completely effortless until she stood an bowed, tossing the ribbon into the audience. The usual mood lighting was on again, and the big smile on Bella's face made my heart flutter.
I jumped at the feel of a hand on my shoulder.
The redhead.
Irish.
"Mr. Cullen?" Her voice was sweet and high-pitched, but not in a staged way. She smelled like a bouquet of freshly cut meadow flowers, which suited her.
"Edward, please." I insisted. Her smile was genuine when she rested her hand on my arm.
"Edward, you're invited into room 3 in fifteen minutes." She said to me.
"Invited?" I wondered.
"Yeah, Aro told me to come get you. He said he wouldn't take your credit card for anything tonight, and Sapphire told him that you asked for a private earlier." She explained.
My mouth gaped and I frowned, not knowing what to say.
"Sapphire won't get any money for that dance, then?"
"Sure she is. Aro pays us a fixed price per dance or performance. The money you pay him is just extra, although we only get about fifty percent of that. The rest goes straight back into the club."
I nodded at Irish's words. They made me feel better.
Do I tip, though? Or would she be insulted?
"Come, I'll show you where it is. Aro wanted to make sure you were well taken care of."
I smiled at her and followed her, her purple latex dress short and leaving very little to the imagination. Her body was beautiful, of course, lean and slender. But her legs weren't as long as Sapphire's, her hair wasn't the right color, her eyes were too light a shade of brown.
Irish lead me into the room, third door on the left in the corridor on the right from the stage.
She closed the door behind her after she let me in and walked over to the bar that was on the back wall of the room.
The walls were painted a dark, misty green and the furniture was all silver. There was a beautiful, luxurious feel to the room.
"Scotch, right?" Irish poured me a drink and brought it my way, urging me to sit down on the velvet couch.
"Thank you so much," I said.
"She'll be here right away, have fun." She winked and left me sitting there by myself.
I was suddenly very nervous again.