"
"Ah, I see. So he didn't know you dance here?"
"No! Not at all. He was as surprised to see me as I was to see him."
"Mmm-hmmm."
"When he didn't leave right away I thought well maybe he changed his mind again. Maybe there was still a chance after all. So I danced. This is going to sound so cheesy, but I really poured my heart into that routine. I felt like we were connecting. I really thought I was getting to him."
"It certainly appeared that way to me," Sasha nodded.
"But then he left before the dance was even over. I gave it everything and he left. So that's it. Rejected. Again."
"Fascinating," said Sasha, her cheeks dimpling with a sly smile.
"Glad you find my humiliation so amusing Sash," I scowled at her.
"It sounds to me like he's was conflicted," she said, pushing on my shoulders gently to guide me into the makeup chair.
"That's putting it mildly."
"Maybe he's not anymore." She picked up a brush from the counter and began stroking my hair.
"Well, I think that's clear, since he got up and left," I sneered, dabbing at my eyelids with a cotton pad.
"He didn't leave. He's in the damask suite."
"What?" my mouth fell open and I turned to face her.
"He wants a private dance. From you. So go easy on the war paint or you'll have to reapply."
"I don't understand."
"What's to understand, Jane? You're gorgeous and sexy as hell, and he wants to see more of you. In private. It seems pretty straight forward to me," she said arching an eyebrow.
"You think?"
"Only one way to find out," she smiled at me.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I hung my head in my hands. "Sash he probably wants to see me privately just so he can lecture me about my moral failings. Stripping my way through college and all that. I'm telling you he's been hot and cold since we met. Why should tonight be any different?"
"Because tonight I had Jane Claremont on my stage. And Jane Claremont is a thousand times the woman that Lizzy Bendit ever was."
I reached up and squeezed her hand at my shoulder. "Thank you," I mouthed.
She winked at me. "Get dressed," she narrowed her eyes, thoughtful. "Something sweet I think, romantic."
I stood, walked to my costume rack and selected a sheer, embroidered empire waist nightie with an ultra-short hem. I paired it with a pair of lace-frilled panties, stockings, garters and demi-bra.
When I had dressed, Sasha handed me a pair of elegant cream lace pumps and led me back to the makeup chair. She arranged my hair into a messy side bun at the nape of my neck and clipped it with a pale pink silk rose.
"And the final touch," she said, tying a deep pink velvet choker around my neck. A single crystal hung from its center, glinting in the light from the makeup mirror.
"You were right to remove most of the makeup, I think," she said. "Now I can see you. You look soft, ethereal. Lovely."
"Thank you." I said, admiring myself in the mirror.
"You're welcome."
Sasha walked to the intercom at the far wall of the dressing room, picked up the handset, hit a button and spoke into the phone. "Parker? Did Dr. Grayson get his tea? Good. Listen, send the rest of the staff home, we're closing for the night. You can go too, I've got some paperwork, so I'll close up later," she paused and glanced at me. "Parker, before you go, turn off the monitoring in the private rooms. No, no it's okay. Jane won't be needing it. Thank you. Goodnight." Sasha hung up the receiver and walked back to me. She took my hands in hers and smiled.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"Let's just call it peace of mind. Now, you and your Professor needn't worry about prying eyes, or recorded indiscretions. Whatever does, or doesn't, happen in that room is no one's business."
----
" J ane Claremont ." The Professor sat on the crescent shaped black velvet lounge that took up nearly the entire floor space of the damask suite, so named because of the damask pattern wallpaper that covered the room. His blue eyes were liquid, spiked with drink and lust and mirth. His
"Ah, I see. So he didn't know you dance here?"
"No! Not at all. He was as surprised to see me as I was to see him."
"Mmm-hmmm."
"When he didn't leave right away I thought well maybe he changed his mind again. Maybe there was still a chance after all. So I danced. This is going to sound so cheesy, but I really poured my heart into that routine. I felt like we were connecting. I really thought I was getting to him."
"It certainly appeared that way to me," Sasha nodded.
"But then he left before the dance was even over. I gave it everything and he left. So that's it. Rejected. Again."
"Fascinating," said Sasha, her cheeks dimpling with a sly smile.
"Glad you find my humiliation so amusing Sash," I scowled at her.
"It sounds to me like he's was conflicted," she said, pushing on my shoulders gently to guide me into the makeup chair.
"That's putting it mildly."
"Maybe he's not anymore." She picked up a brush from the counter and began stroking my hair.
"Well, I think that's clear, since he got up and left," I sneered, dabbing at my eyelids with a cotton pad.
"He didn't leave. He's in the damask suite."
"What?" my mouth fell open and I turned to face her.
"He wants a private dance. From you. So go easy on the war paint or you'll have to reapply."
"I don't understand."
"What's to understand, Jane? You're gorgeous and sexy as hell, and he wants to see more of you. In private. It seems pretty straight forward to me," she said arching an eyebrow.
"You think?"
"Only one way to find out," she smiled at me.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I hung my head in my hands. "Sash he probably wants to see me privately just so he can lecture me about my moral failings. Stripping my way through college and all that. I'm telling you he's been hot and cold since we met. Why should tonight be any different?"
"Because tonight I had Jane Claremont on my stage. And Jane Claremont is a thousand times the woman that Lizzy Bendit ever was."
I reached up and squeezed her hand at my shoulder. "Thank you," I mouthed.
She winked at me. "Get dressed," she narrowed her eyes, thoughtful. "Something sweet I think, romantic."
I stood, walked to my costume rack and selected a sheer, embroidered empire waist nightie with an ultra-short hem. I paired it with a pair of lace-frilled panties, stockings, garters and demi-bra.
When I had dressed, Sasha handed me a pair of elegant cream lace pumps and led me back to the makeup chair. She arranged my hair into a messy side bun at the nape of my neck and clipped it with a pale pink silk rose.
"And the final touch," she said, tying a deep pink velvet choker around my neck. A single crystal hung from its center, glinting in the light from the makeup mirror.
"You were right to remove most of the makeup, I think," she said. "Now I can see you. You look soft, ethereal. Lovely."
"Thank you." I said, admiring myself in the mirror.
"You're welcome."
Sasha walked to the intercom at the far wall of the dressing room, picked up the handset, hit a button and spoke into the phone. "Parker? Did Dr. Grayson get his tea? Good. Listen, send the rest of the staff home, we're closing for the night. You can go too, I've got some paperwork, so I'll close up later," she paused and glanced at me. "Parker, before you go, turn off the monitoring in the private rooms. No, no it's okay. Jane won't be needing it. Thank you. Goodnight." Sasha hung up the receiver and walked back to me. She took my hands in hers and smiled.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"Let's just call it peace of mind. Now, you and your Professor needn't worry about prying eyes, or recorded indiscretions. Whatever does, or doesn't, happen in that room is no one's business."
----
" J ane Claremont ." The Professor sat on the crescent shaped black velvet lounge that took up nearly the entire floor space of the damask suite, so named because of the damask pattern wallpaper that covered the room. His blue eyes were liquid, spiked with drink and lust and mirth. His
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