Nashville nurse Tura Lee always went where the music took her. She loved all music, but musical theater topped her list. She felt stagnant and complacent in her life, until a winning lottery ticket changed everything. Learn how the stars aligned to...
I dragged in Tuesday morning, weary from the all-night birthing session. I threw my purse down and grabbed my phone to immediately get into bed, even tho my scrubs were in battle-scarred condition. I peeled them off, down to my underwear, and threw back the duvet. I just wanted to sleep. Just as I plugged my phone into the charger, a text alert buzzed on my phone.
"I have some free time tomorrow, wanna meet for lunch?"
I immediately knew this couldn't be Lin.
Reece. He was clearly ready to catch up as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
"Yeah, that sounds good. I'm teaching a class in the morning around 11 and then I'm free." I said, not even contemplating what else might happen between now and then.
"I heard about this artsy restaurant on top of MoMa? Robert, I think? Could we like, go there maybe?"
He still texted like an 18-year-old, I noticed.
"Absolutely."
And with that, the time I should have been sleeping was preempted by the decision on what I should wear to a lunch date. A date, but not a "date" date. A friendly meeting. Between cohorts. Between two people who shared a completly platonic interest in one another. Because all of my lustful thoughts were directed at Lin, even tho it was wrong on so many levels.
If I could just keep telling myself these lies, I might just believe them.
Way down we go by Kaleo
By Wednesday night, we'd found ourselves ordering drinks in a private room at Flashdancers NYC, a strip club. I knew I'd wanted to visit there, but was far too embarrassed to go by myself. However, after I had downed one too many mimosas at our late lunch date I'd suddenly summoned the courage to head that way.
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"I really didn't see this coming," he said, his cheeks rosy as we ordered bottle service.
"To be completely honest with you, I didn't either." I said, only slightly buzzed now.
I reached into my purse for my credit card and there I saw it-a card labeled Agent Provacateur with Magda's contact info written on the back, followed by the words Flashdance NYC. I was here to see her, and Reece was my unknowing accomplice. I'd always been fascinated with exotic dancers, ever since I'd had several of them as clients in New Orleans. I longed to know what it was like to be desired by so many, even if for a fleeting moment. The rush of adrenaline from being here in this space, knowing I could see first hand how my new friend captivated an audience was ever present. I texted her to let her know we were waiting in a private room for her.
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