After I returned home that night, I typed the listed number in my cell. Clenching my fists, I listened to each ring, before I heard a soft voice.
"Hello?" Yulia greeted.
"Hey, it's Lena," I answered.
"Oh, Hey, Cutie," she remembered.
"Heh, how are you?" I breathed out.
"I'm good, just relaxing," Yulia responded.
We continued a casual conversation. Talked about the club, and how she liked her job.
"Do you want to hang out sometime?" Her question rang in my mind.
"Uh, Yeah, set a date," I responded, getting tense.
"How about tomorrow after work?" Yulia suggested.
"Sounds fine. I'll see you tomorrow, then," I hung up the phone.
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She's a Burlesque Dancer.
Short StoryThis is a short story about a romance between two different women. A Burlesque dancer, and a small town girl that came for a time with her friends, but noticed something she couldn't keep her eyes off of. Yes, this story has some mature parts in it...
