A/N: Hi! I'm in a rush so no witty remarks, love you much!
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"Dean, all the good sane bars are most likely closed right now."
"And? Who says we want good sane fun?"
"The brain cells that aren't fried."
"Hey, here's a place. Sanchez's."
"Lord." They went in and sat down. They had a drink and Dean had started flirting with a woman when they heard:
"Step inside, walk this way, you and me babe. Hey! Hey!" Sam looked up and saw a women dancing on the bar. She was singing along and turned around. It was Cyn! She then twisted and squatted down and came back up while dancing against a pillar.
"Pour some sugar on me!" She sang. "I'm hot, sticky sweet. From my head to my feet, Yeah!" She started dancing in front of this guy.
"Cyn!" Sam ran over to her and tried to carry her down. "Stop."
"I am just getting started. And my name is Gardenia when I'm performing."
"Gardenia…? Holly shit! Dean!" He ran back to the table where there was a woman on his lap.
"I'm busy Sammy."
"No! Cyn is here!"
"So, she can make her own decisions." He started to kiss the woman. Sam got frustrated.
"But who's watching you guys' kids?"
"I don't have kids." He said to the blonde on his lap and they started to kiss again.
"But what about Dakota and Sara and Hannah-?"
"Oww!" The blonde got up and walked away. "Se bit my thung!" He held a napkin to it to make sure he wasn't bleeding.
"Well look at the bar!" Cyn had gotten a boa from somewhere. She twisted and shimmied her way around the bar.
"Nice." Dean said with an upwards nod. Sam looked at him. "What? I mean the song choice." The song ended and she got applause.
"Well Cyn is no longer Cyn: She's Nicole."
"What? You mean the fifties burlesque chick from her dream?"
"Yeah, but I don't know why. I mean she was fine when she took that run." Cyn sat down on the bar and wrapped her legs around the shoulders of a guy. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek and rubbed the top of his head. She giggled at him and then had everyone give him a round of applause.
"Whoa."
"See! I can't take ya'll no where. You get high and connect with your past lives. No more bars for you."
"Talk to Showgirl Cyn over there." Sam took a drink of his beer. He got up and sat at the bar. She walked over and sat in his lap. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"Have you decided to forgive me, Tuck?" His head was overwhelmed with cabaret music.
"What for?"
"Giving in is what for. I promise it meant nothing to me. Just come home, please. Even Marisol misses you."
"Well, tell her I'll be home."
"I love you." She kissed his ear.
"I love you too." He found himself sounding like he had a heavy southern accent.
"Your shift is over. Why don't you on head home? I promise I will be home soon. Geoffrey isn't due here so I have to be with a few more costumers. I'll be there." She got up and walked away. Her dress hung low in the back and front but was short also. It shimmered as she walked in her trademark sway away from him. The only time she looked back was to wink at him. Her hair was in tame curls allover her head and slightly flipped at the back. The front was parted at the side and had one big tidal wave curl that spiraled to her cheek bone.
"See you soon, Nicole." She slipped back stage to see her friends.
"Marisol?" The women turned around. She was older than Nicole's age of twenty-one. She was around when the house opened up thirty-five years ago and didn't look a day over thirty something with large, round blue-grey eyes, slightly pale skin and naturally flaming red hair. She was short and very curvy with cleavage cleavage and cleavage to spare.
"Nicole. How do you need my assistance, sweetheart."
"I just need to talk. Alone."
"That can be arranged. Carlton! I have to take a break. Tell Daffodil I'm not going on til the next set."
"Got that Tiger!" Her stage name was Tiger Lily. She led Nicole down the corridor to her dressing room.
"What do you need to talk about Gardenia? That handsome man you have on your hands?"
"No, it's about," She shivered. "Geoffrey. He-Tuck walked in on me and Geoff in the midst of-a situation. And he was heart broken."
"Well, he does know that that is your job. What made him heart broken?"
"Well, we weren't here but it was work. But it was outside the building. And I had to do it or-" She almost let it slip.
"Or what, sugar?"
"I am not at liberty to say exactly but it's something nobody around here wants to know about me. And everything will change and I will get fired and Tuck and I will never get married. We need this money."
"You can tell me Nicky. I promise I won't tell anybody or let it cloud my view of you."
"I don't know." She bit her lip. "I-I-"
"It's okay. No matter what you'll always be my baby girl."
"I'm black. Well, part black but everybody treats me as though I'm lower than dirt. They don't care that only part of me is black."
"Hell!" Nicole's eyes widened. "You mean that was it? You're black? My Momma is black! You had my heart about to stop cause you're black?"
"You're part black?"
"Yeah! My saving grace is that my daddy was German. That's how I got the scarlet locks."
"So, you don't think any less of me?"
"No. Carlton knows all about me being black. You don't have to worry around here. In this house? We stick together. My girls, even the white ones, all treat everybody with respect. And they know I would beat the lord and everybody out of them if they mistreated any of the others."
"Thanks Marisol, I feel so much better."
"You know I love you, child, and nobody's gonna hurt you as long as the lord has strength and I'm around."
"I love you too. Thank you." She leaned over and gave Marisol a hug. "You should be getting out on stage."
"I'll talk to you at home." She kissed Marisol's cheek. Marisol applied powder to her cleavage. She stood and walked with Nicole out the door.
"Thank you." Someone tapped her shoulder.
"You have a request. Go to the Lavender Room. Oh wait-Diamond Room."
"Diamond?" She looked away but was obviously upset. Only the highest of high rollers called for the Diamond Room. She'd only been in there wit two people Sir Jacques from France and-Geoffrey. Though it hurt a bit with Sir Jacques she rather be with him than Geoffrey who was (1 a ruff lover (2 was stingy and selfish (3 could be very intimidating (4 when he wasn't stingy he acted as though they were steady or something and completely over compensated and (5 liked her to be overly vocal and she wasn't that secure in her sexuality. Not enough for others to hear. "May I ask who requested me?"
"Um a Mr. Geoffrey Dean."
"Great. Thanks Carlton." She turned and looked at Marisol.
"I can think of worst punishments. See you Nicky."
He led her down the corridor to the Diamond Room. He opened the door to reveal the beautiful room. It had white and silver silk linens and a canopy that had crystals hanging off of it. It was truly immaculate. Of course she couldn't truly enjoy it. Geoffrey stood, his usual handsome self, looking out the window with his hands behind his back. He was dressed as always in a custom tailored suit and his hair slicked back and so many women would die at the opportunity to be intimate with him. And she saw it as a curse.
"Evening to you, Gardenia."
"It's Nicole."
"Evening to the Lady of the Evening."
"That's not funny." She said her voice without tone.
"I'm sorry." He stood to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. He slowly kissed up her neck. She felt his mouth open and he ran his tongue up and down the side of her neck. "There's something so special about you. Tuck caught himself something here. Tall and curvy. And eager to please." He chuckled slightly and ran a finger along her collar bone without having to look up. "So beautiful. Just divine. Where would like me to touch first?"
"Geoffrey, I-I can't say. You chose."
"Well," He rubbed the small of her back. "I'll be the rear of a horse. She's modest too."
"You already are one." He pulled her to him roughly.
"Don't make me, little lady. You know damn well that I have complete control." He said, not as ruff as his words were. He smelled her hair. "How about you waltz yourself over to that bed and disrobe." 'He is so sleazy!' She thought. He let her go, so she un-zipped and removed every piece of clothing except her stockings and shoes. He liked her to leave those on. She lay on the bed facing him. His eyes examined every inch of her body, marveling at every curve and contour. He walked over and poured himself a glass of scotch. He swirled it as he looked at the slight fear in her face.
"Are you going to get drunk or are you going to touch me?"
He chuckled. "In time Gardenia." He sipped. "In time."
"Nicole."
"Why do you tempt me?" He took a drink.
"What! I tempt you!"
"And she has a temper."
"You son of a bitch." She got up and started to pick her clothes up. She stood up straight and he grabbed her, one hand around her wrist the other around her waist. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Home to my fiancé." He pulled her up against his chest.
"See, you do tempt me." He threw her on to the bed. He climbed onto it too and loomed over her. "And I like it."
"You are such a-" He kissed her. "Jerk! How the hell are you related to Tucker again?"
"First cousins. You know that. Let's not talk about him." He pressed his thumb under her bottom lip. "Nicole Ann, how come you never considered me?"
"Because, Tucker's a better person and I love him and you can't stop love."
"Who says?"
"Are we going to do this? How could you do this to your cousin?"
"Do what? His girlfriend?"
"I think we're done here, Mr. Dean."
"I'm not so sure."
"But I am. I could call security."
He chuckled, amused. "Easy. I do own part of this club."
"What?" She sat up hitting her head against Geoffrey's shoulder. She laid back but her forehead ached.
"I do. How about we have some fun?" He leaned her back onto her back. He slipped his jacket off then unbuttoned his shirt reveling his plain white wifebeater and biceps that were rock hard. "What's my name?"
She sighed. "Geoffrey Dean." She said flatly.
"Louder. Scream it." He leaned his weight on to her.
"Geoffrey!" She yelled. "Geoff-fucking-rey!"
"Thank you." He kissed her neck and put a hand on her breast. He affectionately rubbed his face against hers.
"Wait. Stop. You've got to stop acting like were together. Please keep it professional."
"Sorry. My last wish is to make you feel uncomfortable."
"Bullshit."
He laughed. "You are quite the fire cracker." She pulled his pants down around his thighs… Cyn