A/N: I decided to try a song-based fic. Never done it before. Seems like real fun, when others do it :D
"I'm A Woman" by Koko Taylor
The curtain opens, and in the cone of light you see the sexiest little thing. Small perky body in a shimmering blue dress. Cut up to the middle of her thigh, shaped leg, lacy top of a stalking. The 30's look somehow becomes her, though it shouldn't. She has a weird elvish face, with the orange curls she looks almost like a fairy from those books your nieces read. The pianist strikes the keys, and the hip moves in the rhythm.
The voice is surprisingly low, raspy, and you momentarily think that this one is a screamer. The choice of the song does not disappoint.
When I was a little girl, only twelve years old,
I couldn't do nothing to save my dog gone soul.
My mama told me the day I was grown,
She says, "Sing the blues child, sing it from now on..."
She drops her head back, and the long neck is elegant, tendons tense, throat's movements mesmerizing.
I'm a woman, oh, yeah,
I'm a woman, I'm a ball of fire.
Oh yes, she is. The slanted, almost Asian looking eyes burn, and the small hand lies on the hip.
I'm a woman, I can make love to a crocodile.
I'm a woman, I can sing the blues.
I'm a woman, I can change old to new.
Your mate is late, he squeezes between the chairs and flops on the chair near you. You see his eyes fall on the stage, and he gapes. She notices him too, and the nostrils flare. She is obviously mad he was interrupting. The next line is almost a growl.
I'm a woman, I'm a rushing wind.
I'm a woman, I can cut stone with a pin.
He swears under his breath and squirms on his chair. She narrows her eyes. He leans to you. "We need to leave." "Why?" No force will drag you out of this club. You are nailing this bird tonight. "That's my ex wife." You stare in him in shock.
I'm a woman, I'm a love maker.
I'm a woman, you know I'm an earth shaker!
She adds more swing into her hip, and you just can't believe it. John is a bit of an unassuming bloke, you work together but you don't know much about him. He is quiet, rarely goes out with you, a generally pleasant type. Good designer, not much more to say. That is not how you imagined his ex wife to look!
I'm goin' down yonder, behind the sun
Gonna do some for you, ain't never been done.
She closes her eyes and licks the lips covered in red lipstick. The bottom one is plump and pouty, the upper one curved and arrogant. "How did you get a wife like that?" "She picked me up in a club." He grabs your drink and drink your double Scotch in one gulp. You don't blame him. "Didn't know she is back in town."
I'ma hold back the lightning, with the palm of my hand.
Shake hands with the devil, make him crawl in the sand.
"What happened?" "Turned out she can't have kids. She dumped me, said I needed someone better."
I'm a woman, oh, yeah.
I'm a woman, I'm a ball of fire.
The red lips move, and the skin on the slender shoulders is radiant. Her eyes fall on him, and voice goes lower.
I'm a woman,
I can make love to a crocodile.
He can't take his eyes off her, furious red spots on his cheekbones. "Send me divorce papers by mail." "When was it?" "Two years ago. Ran into her last January, said she was finally over me."
I'm a woman, I'm a love maker.
I'm a woman, you know I'm an earth shaker.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm a woman...
She arches her back and long black lashes flutter. The green eyes are burning. She is so not over him.
You throw cash on the table. You have nothing to do here anymore. "Are you staying, John?" He doesn't answer. The music stops, the club explodes with applause, and she smiles. The smile is only for him, and you think that at their second wedding you are so nailing the maid of honour.