Chapter 3: Dance for me, Baby

After I finished bringing all my belongings and groceries in I felt a huge second wave of energy come on. I just finished snacking on an apple and chips before getting changed into some workout clothes. Blue leggings with holes in the knees, white crop top and boot heels. It was always better to practice in heels. Otherwise, when it came time to dance, I might miss more steps when on stage. I peeked a quick glance at the clock. 7:35 am. Damn, it's still bedtime back home. I might as well get all this extra energy out before taking a nap. I was going to need some sleep if I wanted to wake up and see Phillip later. Which I really did, by the way.

Back in the living room, Olivia didn't move an inch as I pushed back the couch to make more room for my dancing. The rental obviously didn't come with a stripper pole but did have some kick-ass surround sound. That was all I needed. I plugged in my iPod and loaded up a playlist I knew would get me tired and sweaty. Oh. Maybe Phill would like to hear this later then. Seriously, brain, I hate you.

I loaded up Earned it by The Weekend. I needed a slower song to start out with. Something to stretch out my muscles but still get a good work out. The beat started and I started slowly walking. Taking a few calculated steps, crossing my feet at the ankle each time the drums hit. Stopping I began moving my arms outwards. Bending my knees and shifting my hips from side to side slowly. I knew once I got going I could feel the rhythm in my heart. Dancing comes easy for me. Fixing my eyes on the TV where I could see my own reflection. I enjoyed this. More than enjoyed it really. Truthfully, I liked practicing more than performing. Hearing a high beat come up I kicked my leg high in the air and dropped down till both my knees hit the floor. I made eye contact with myself as I slowly fell back on my knees till the back of my head hit the other side of the floor. I rolled to my side and raised my leg till it was almost flush with my side. I swung around till I was standing back up again. I watched my eyes lower as I ran my hands seductively up from my ass to my long hair. Just like with work, eye contact was crucial. It was easy to make you want my body. But a glance over the shoulder at a John who only had eyes for me. Oh, that worked every time. The music started to fade out and I knew I needed something with more leg and grinding to get me really going.

I walked back and pushed play ON a different song. Choosing an oldy but goodie. Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls started up and this time my movements were more popped then fluid. Flipping my hair around and causing me to move all over the living room. At one point I remember taking off my top and flipping it away when I popped back up. I was really enjoying this. Here I was, technically in a stranger's house, exotically dancing in my black bra and heels. I was able to kick out and even do a handstand in the open space of this house. I dropped back down again into the splits. Flipping my legs around I came to a squat and began running my hands from my knees to my inner thighs. Glancing back to the TV for a split second I could have sworn I saw someone watching me from the window behind me. I turned as if it was still a part of my dance to see if I could catch whatever pervert was spying on me. Huh, nothing there. I turned back to the TV and there it was again. I swear it looks like someone is watching me from the window. It almost looked like Phillip. I turned back around, again keeping my movements a part of the song to see if the person was still there. Nothing. Quinn, you really need to get some sleep, I told myself spinning again back to the TV.

There in the reflection, was a clown in the window. Nothing like a cute, done up birthday clown either. This clown made me stop dead in my track's. My first instinct was to scream but no sound came out. We stared at each other's reflection as I took in more of his features. His face was ghostly white with blood red lips and nose. Even though he was staring at me hypnotically I could still make out the two bunny-like teeth in his slightly parted mouth. Thin red lines that started at the corners of his mouth traveled upwards on each side going over his cheeks and eyes. And those eyes. They were blue like the ocean and mesmerizing to look at. I noticed one of the blue eyes looking slightly more away from me and realized this one might be lazy. Reddish, orange hair stuck out on either side of his head and formed a deep widow's peak at the very top.

Something about the way that he was looking at me made me not want to stop dancing. I could blame my actions on the lack of sleep or sex but something about the way this clown was staring at me made me want to give a better show. The Buttons song was just about to end. I walked over to the music and switched it to something that might make this clown crazy. It was in my nature to tease after all.

I choose Kill4Me by Marilyn Manson. I walked back over to where I was standing in the middle of the living room waiting for the song to start. I kept taking quick glances at the clown in the reflection. Oh, boy is he about to drool all over that window, I thought. The bass started followed shortly by the guitar.

Keep watching me, clown.

I lost control of my body in that moment. The second the lyrics started I let out a loud moan and began to move every part of myself. My hips going out in wide circles, hands in my hair and pulling it a little to get my face in just the right spot. Any move that makes your face look like its about to cry out from a lover's touch always gets an extra tip on stage.

Let's grab a gold switch blade
And make us a blood pact, babe
To love and to fuck and to only see ourselves
And remember this

I took a moment to glace at the clown in the window. The same look was there but this time drool really was on my window. The newest addition was a hand placed on the window glass. His long fingers were covered by a white glove. The hand placed against the glass was almost my undoing. I have been hooted and hollered at, grabbed and groped, sweet talked and dirty talked. No John ever made me feel…. anything. That was work. This was something else. Something primal. That hand on the glass was an unspoken gesture. It meant, please don't stop. Another moan escaped my mouth. Only this time the moan was not a part of my act. I kept moving, knowing everything I was doing was causing this clown a sweet kind of agony.

Would you kill, kill, kill for me?
I love you enough to ask you again
Would you kill, kill, kill for me?
You won't be kissing me unless you kill for me
Kill, kill, kill for me

At the chorus, the same hand on the window started to clench. And those beautiful blue eyes started to roll in the back of his head. I knew what effect I had on this clown. His actions were giving me the same effect. The music started to beat louder. Sweat was pouring off me but it was only making me dance harder for my peeping clown.

Your hotel hall won't be so vacant
And I can tell that you ain't faking
Because I take death threats
Like the best of them

I reached down and grabbed at the ripped hole in my leggings. I slowly started to pull, feeling the fabric give way. I was grabbing at my breast singing as the chorus kept repeating during the end of the song. I could have sworn I heard nails screaming against the glass as he dragged his hand down.

Would you kill, kill, kill for me?
I love you enough to ask you again
Would you kill, kill, kill for me?
I love you enough to ask you again
Would you kill, kill, kill for me?
You won't be kissing me unless you kill for me

Kill, kill, kill for me
Kill, kill, kill for me

The song ended, I was panting heavily. The clown and I continued to stare at each other. There was so much drool on the glass part of his face was blurred by it. I stood staring at him, hand on my breast, part of a torn pant leg in the other. I wanted more than anything to turn around and face my peeping clown. I wasn't sure what I wanted to say but I knew I wanted more than anything right now to throw myself at him. Not caring what happened if I did so.

Just then the doorbell rang.

BARK BARK BARK!

Shit! I quickly ran to grab a robe to cover up what I could of my nudity.

"Olivia, stay" I ordered. Like a good girl, she did.

I answered the door and a middle-aged woman stood there giving me the dirtiest look. It was a funny sight. She had curlers in her hair, bunny slippers and a worn floral robe on. I knew right away this wasn't going to be good. She must not like living next to a house that changes neighbors every week.

"Excuse me, Miss" she hissed at me "but that music is way too loud. I have kids to get ready for school and you need to turn your devil music down."

I burst out laughing. If this lady had any idea what I was just doing she probably would have her church group here in a heartbeat with pick axes and torches. I really did try to keep a straight face.

"I'm so sorry. I was working out and didn't think about the time. I'm just finishing up. Sorry about that." My smile wouldn't stay hidden. We both knew I didn't mean it. I didn't feel bad about enjoying my week off. Plus, super-hot erotic clown dancing striptease aside, I really was working out. Right?

Bunny slippers left, and I closed the door to her back. Man, I'm not sure how much I just hallucinated, but I think it's time for show and sleep.

I walked over to turn off the stereo. Glancing up I looked over and noticed Olivia had her front legs up on the window sill. She was licking the window and wagging her tail. The droll that was covering the outside of the window was gone. I wanted to say I could make out a few scratches from where I saw the clown's nails against the window, but it could have been the light. I looked down at her still licking the window. Some guard dog you are, girl.

I turned and made my way to the bathroom ready to wash off the sweat from my sore and exhausted body. When I opened the shower curtain I gasped. Laying in the middle of the tub was a single cut red rose.