Opening night
Indy stepped out onto the darkened stage, the curtain was still down but he could hear the shuffling and mumbling of the audience. The college's theater was packed full and so far the show had been an overwhelming success. The credit of that went to Sara who had tirelessly organized, planned, and directed the whole of it. He was quite impressed with her skill at making sense of the chaos that reigned backstage. But she effortlessly handled the whole of it with patience and amazing efficiency.
Indian Jones was wearing his best tuxedo, with a matching black fedora worn at a rakish angle, protecting his eyes from the harsh glare of the stage lights. The supple leather of his whip curled in his right hand. As the curtain began to rise a lone saxophone in the orchestra pit began to play a baleful tune, its music carefully choreographed to the event to take place on stage. At stage left a spot light shone and into its beam stepped a beautiful young woman in a painted on black dress. The dress shimmered in the beam of light and her long wavy black hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders and down her back. She moved with a sultry step in time to the mournful sax, her hips swaying in a way that drew every man's eye to her.
Indy felt like a bucket of ice had been dropped over him. He could hardly believe his eyes. Was this the same Sara? He had never seen her out of her prim catholic school girl look. He was amazed to find that such lush sexual figure was hidden beneath those dotty clothes.
From the shadows near by came yet another figure clad in a formal tuxedo. It was the asst. in the act, Roger. On cue he fished out from his pocket a Zippo lighter and lit the small cigarette that appeared in Sara's hand. Indy was unprepared for the hot surge of jealousy that flashed in his veins. With lighten fast reflexes he launch whip and snapped the lit cigarette out of Sara's lips. The audience gasped at this unexpected turn of events and a bright spot light washed over him. Roger took a small silver case from his breast pocket and offered her another cigarette. She accepted it and took the lighter from his hands. Flipping the lighter open she made to once again light the cigarette. With the same ease as before Indy casually knocked the Zippo away from Sara with the whip.
Sara stared defiantly across the stage. With a mischievous gleam in her eye she lifted the unlight cigarette to her lips. And again the whip lashed out and removed the cigarette from her lips. This time maybe a little to close for he saw a momentary flash of Alarm on Rogers face. But if Sara was frightened she did not show it.
Roger stepped in between the two and the Saxophone's tune changed into something tense and dangerous. In Roger's hand appeared 2 flashing knives. A woman in the back of the audience, caught up in the act, give a muffled scream. Indy himself felt a pick of fear. They had practiced the act for hours till it was seamless and perfect, but still the knives were real and sharp and could do real damage if either one of them miscalculated.
With a flick of his wrist Roger sent the knives flying towards Indy's head. With an ease that appeared nonchalance Indy sent the two dagger off course with the whip where they landed with a sicken thud, blade down into the floor of the stage. The audience could not doubt that they were indeed real knives and very sharp to boost. The house was so quite one could have heard a pin drop. Once again Roger sent two more knife at Indy and again he sent them flying away from him.
The next trick was the hardest and most dangerous. Roger sent two more knives flying in a silver arch towards him and then with amazing quickness knelt and drew a third knife and sent it in a deadly launch toward Sara's breast. Indy had to dispose of the first two knives and then flick away the third before it could find its deadly mark. As the third and final knife dropped harmlessly to the stage floor the audience erupted into thunderous applauds. But the scene was not yet over. Drawing from his coat pocket a revolver Roger took aim at Indian. With the same lighten fast reflexes he curled the whip around Roger's arm and jerked upwards, where the blank cartridge went harmlessly off. The movement was to send Roger off balance and he went sprawling back into an ungraceful heap. The audience cheered wildly at this last little part.
With one more deft flick of his wrist Indian Jones sent the whip out once more and wrapped it around the waist of Sara. Surprise light up her eyes, for this was not part of the script, but like a true professional she played it off well. As the Sax once again began its mournful wail Sara allowed Indy to pull her to him, cross the stage in that sexy rolling gait, her eyes never leaving his face. A promising come hither look shown in her smoldering eyes. When she neared him she ran her hand up his arms and behind his neck. This close Indy could see a small angry welt just above her lips where the end of his whip had came too close. He felt a pang of guilt and with her head tilted back and her lips slightly parted in invitation he could not help but lower his own lips to hers. And with that the curtain lowered. The spell and kiss was broken.
He opened his eyes to find Sara looking up at him, the suggestive look gone and in it's place a gleeful smile curled on her lips. She gave a playful bounce, still in his arms; oblivious to effect she had on his body. "Oh Indy," she exclaimed, "That was wonderful!" He couldn't help but notice that it was the first time she had ever referred to him as anything other than Dr. Jones. Indy himself was still reeling with pressure of her body next to his when she pulled him back on stage where Roger was getting to his feet. She took their hands in hers as the curtain rose for them to take their bows. Indy felt her hand give his a squeeze as the flood lights glared once more on them. The curtain fell once more as the rest of the cast moved on to stage for the final curtain call.
Finally the last curtain call was done and the audience was making its way out. Back stage there was congratulations and champagne corks popping. Indy felt like he could use a drink himself and some dinner. Curling the whip back up and looping it over his shoulders he was surprised to find his feet taking him not to the exit but towards the dressing rooms where he had last seen Sara. Knocking on the door he had seen her disappear behind he heard her call out a cheerful "Come In"
Opening the door he found her alone and sitting on a stool in front of the mirror. She had a hair brush in hand and was preparing to pull her hair back into the usual bun. He crossed over to her and took the brush from her and began to brush the long soft locks of hair.
"You really should wear your hair down more often" he told her. A small flush rose in her cheeks and she adverted her eyes shyly. He continued brushing her hair, enjoying the feel of its softness in his hands. A moment passed and she turned to him. "That really was a nice bit of improve at the end there" she said.
Indy could still just make out the mark of red over her top lip. He traced the fading welt with his thumb, "Sorry about that Sara," he said, "didn't mean to cut it so close" Sara shrugged, "It's ok, only stung for a minute" but the touch of his hand on her face sent shivers along her spine. Like most of the girls who had taken his class she could not help but be affected by him. The sheer maleness of him was overpowering at times. And she had the pleasure of working very closely with him these past few weeks and was just recently in his arms being kissed by him. Something half the female population of the school would have gladly given their right arm to have experienced.
"I'm going out for some dinner; I would you like to come with me." Indy was almost as surprised to hear himself say those words as Sara was. All he knew was that he could hardly take his eyes off her and wanted to spend some more time in her charming company.
With a smile brighten her face and making her eyes dance, she took his proffered arm. "Why yes, Dr. Jones, that would be nice."
Indy stepped out onto the darkened stage, the curtain was still down but he could hear the shuffling and mumbling of the audience. The college's theater was packed full and so far the show had been an overwhelming success. The credit of that went to Sara who had tirelessly organized, planned, and directed the whole of it. He was quite impressed with her skill at making sense of the chaos that reigned backstage. But she effortlessly handled the whole of it with patience and amazing efficiency.
Indian Jones was wearing his best tuxedo, with a matching black fedora worn at a rakish angle, protecting his eyes from the harsh glare of the stage lights. The supple leather of his whip curled in his right hand. As the curtain began to rise a lone saxophone in the orchestra pit began to play a baleful tune, its music carefully choreographed to the event to take place on stage. At stage left a spot light shone and into its beam stepped a beautiful young woman in a painted on black dress. The dress shimmered in the beam of light and her long wavy black hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders and down her back. She moved with a sultry step in time to the mournful sax, her hips swaying in a way that drew every man's eye to her.
Indy felt like a bucket of ice had been dropped over him. He could hardly believe his eyes. Was this the same Sara? He had never seen her out of her prim catholic school girl look. He was amazed to find that such lush sexual figure was hidden beneath those dotty clothes.
From the shadows near by came yet another figure clad in a formal tuxedo. It was the asst. in the act, Roger. On cue he fished out from his pocket a Zippo lighter and lit the small cigarette that appeared in Sara's hand. Indy was unprepared for the hot surge of jealousy that flashed in his veins. With lighten fast reflexes he launch whip and snapped the lit cigarette out of Sara's lips. The audience gasped at this unexpected turn of events and a bright spot light washed over him. Roger took a small silver case from his breast pocket and offered her another cigarette. She accepted it and took the lighter from his hands. Flipping the lighter open she made to once again light the cigarette. With the same ease as before Indy casually knocked the Zippo away from Sara with the whip.
Sara stared defiantly across the stage. With a mischievous gleam in her eye she lifted the unlight cigarette to her lips. And again the whip lashed out and removed the cigarette from her lips. This time maybe a little to close for he saw a momentary flash of Alarm on Rogers face. But if Sara was frightened she did not show it.
Roger stepped in between the two and the Saxophone's tune changed into something tense and dangerous. In Roger's hand appeared 2 flashing knives. A woman in the back of the audience, caught up in the act, give a muffled scream. Indy himself felt a pick of fear. They had practiced the act for hours till it was seamless and perfect, but still the knives were real and sharp and could do real damage if either one of them miscalculated.
With a flick of his wrist Roger sent the knives flying towards Indy's head. With an ease that appeared nonchalance Indy sent the two dagger off course with the whip where they landed with a sicken thud, blade down into the floor of the stage. The audience could not doubt that they were indeed real knives and very sharp to boost. The house was so quite one could have heard a pin drop. Once again Roger sent two more knife at Indy and again he sent them flying away from him.
The next trick was the hardest and most dangerous. Roger sent two more knives flying in a silver arch towards him and then with amazing quickness knelt and drew a third knife and sent it in a deadly launch toward Sara's breast. Indy had to dispose of the first two knives and then flick away the third before it could find its deadly mark. As the third and final knife dropped harmlessly to the stage floor the audience erupted into thunderous applauds. But the scene was not yet over. Drawing from his coat pocket a revolver Roger took aim at Indian. With the same lighten fast reflexes he curled the whip around Roger's arm and jerked upwards, where the blank cartridge went harmlessly off. The movement was to send Roger off balance and he went sprawling back into an ungraceful heap. The audience cheered wildly at this last little part.
With one more deft flick of his wrist Indian Jones sent the whip out once more and wrapped it around the waist of Sara. Surprise light up her eyes, for this was not part of the script, but like a true professional she played it off well. As the Sax once again began its mournful wail Sara allowed Indy to pull her to him, cross the stage in that sexy rolling gait, her eyes never leaving his face. A promising come hither look shown in her smoldering eyes. When she neared him she ran her hand up his arms and behind his neck. This close Indy could see a small angry welt just above her lips where the end of his whip had came too close. He felt a pang of guilt and with her head tilted back and her lips slightly parted in invitation he could not help but lower his own lips to hers. And with that the curtain lowered. The spell and kiss was broken.
He opened his eyes to find Sara looking up at him, the suggestive look gone and in it's place a gleeful smile curled on her lips. She gave a playful bounce, still in his arms; oblivious to effect she had on his body. "Oh Indy," she exclaimed, "That was wonderful!" He couldn't help but notice that it was the first time she had ever referred to him as anything other than Dr. Jones. Indy himself was still reeling with pressure of her body next to his when she pulled him back on stage where Roger was getting to his feet. She took their hands in hers as the curtain rose for them to take their bows. Indy felt her hand give his a squeeze as the flood lights glared once more on them. The curtain fell once more as the rest of the cast moved on to stage for the final curtain call.
Finally the last curtain call was done and the audience was making its way out. Back stage there was congratulations and champagne corks popping. Indy felt like he could use a drink himself and some dinner. Curling the whip back up and looping it over his shoulders he was surprised to find his feet taking him not to the exit but towards the dressing rooms where he had last seen Sara. Knocking on the door he had seen her disappear behind he heard her call out a cheerful "Come In"
Opening the door he found her alone and sitting on a stool in front of the mirror. She had a hair brush in hand and was preparing to pull her hair back into the usual bun. He crossed over to her and took the brush from her and began to brush the long soft locks of hair.
"You really should wear your hair down more often" he told her. A small flush rose in her cheeks and she adverted her eyes shyly. He continued brushing her hair, enjoying the feel of its softness in his hands. A moment passed and she turned to him. "That really was a nice bit of improve at the end there" she said.
Indy could still just make out the mark of red over her top lip. He traced the fading welt with his thumb, "Sorry about that Sara," he said, "didn't mean to cut it so close" Sara shrugged, "It's ok, only stung for a minute" but the touch of his hand on her face sent shivers along her spine. Like most of the girls who had taken his class she could not help but be affected by him. The sheer maleness of him was overpowering at times. And she had the pleasure of working very closely with him these past few weeks and was just recently in his arms being kissed by him. Something half the female population of the school would have gladly given their right arm to have experienced.
"I'm going out for some dinner; I would you like to come with me." Indy was almost as surprised to hear himself say those words as Sara was. All he knew was that he could hardly take his eyes off her and wanted to spend some more time in her charming company.
With a smile brighten her face and making her eyes dance, she took his proffered arm. "Why yes, Dr. Jones, that would be nice."