Lady (Rated M)

I Don't Want...

Two hours and thirty-six minutes until close. Stevie glanced at the clock, doing the math in her head as she willed for time to go faster.

      "Stevie, you got a request."

    She was tapped on the shoulder by another dancer, glancing across the room at the older, over-weight gentleman. She scrunched up her nose, noticing his eyes leering her up and down. "Got it." She heaved herself off the bar stool, downing a shot before reluctantly making her way over.

       The gentleman smirked over at her, his eyes stopping on her breasts. "I must've died and gone to heaven, because you're an angel."

      Stevie held back an eye roll, forcing a seductive smile. "I'm no angel baby."

        "Mhmm." She heard the clearing of a throat, turning as her face fell. "Buddy I'm gonna steal her for a moment."

     "The hell you are." She hissed at him in a whisper, a smile lurking on Lindsey's face.

       He took her hand before she or the older man could say another word, feeling her nails digging into his skin in protest.

     He pulled her away, feeling her resistance as he lead them to a more secluded area, stopping as he turned to meet her glare. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

     "Now is that anyway to talk to a paying customer?"

      "Are you stalking me?"

      "Don't let those thoughts fill your pretty little head, quite the opposite."

        "Than what are you doing?"

       "Does any man need an excuse to come here? It's simply for lust, and you've got all of mine." She rolled her eyes. "Besides, wouldn't you much rather be with me than that slob back there?"

     "At least he wasn't an arrogant asshole."

     "Sweetie every man that comes into this joint is an asshole."  Stevie huffed, crossing her arms. She pushed away his hand when it trailed down her bare arm.  "I can give you what you want."

      "And what makes you so sure you know what I want?"

     "Release." He whispered into her ear, his hands gripping her hips as her breathing hitched. "Physically, mentally..." He trailed off, one of his hands moving to her ass, the other brushing her hair away from her collar bone. "I can get you out of here."

      Her eyes fell shut, her breathing shallow as she felt his hot breath against her neck. "Who said I wanted that?"

     "You're like a book baby, all I have to do is look into your eyes and I see everything. Your pain, your sadness, your fire."

     "You need to leave me alone."

       "Now why would I do that?"

       "I'm not a hooker."

        "No one's asking you to be. I don't pay for sex, I can have any woman I lay eyes on."

      "Then you should have no problem finding someone else and leaving me alone. Better yet you should go home to your wife."

     "Fiancé," he corrected her. "I get what I want, and baby I want you so bad." He pulled her closer, his hardness pressing into her waist.

      "Please let go of me."

      "Is that what you really want?"

         It took everything she had to nod, she couldn't tell if she was going to be sick or if it was her mentality playing tricks on her. "I need to go."

      "We were just getting started."

     "Mr. Buckingham please." The nausea in her stomach growing worse. She felt a cramp, wincing.

     "Are you ok?" He let go of her as she pushed him away, concerned, holding her at arms length.

     "I-I, have to go." She pulled away, leaving him alone as he watched her scurry away, disappearing into the back room.

     Her face was pale, a sheen of sweat covering it as she held her breath. The cramping in her stomach grew worse, tears filling her eyes as she lowered herself down into a near bye chair.

     "You alright sweetie?" An older coworker watched her through the mirror, setting her lipstick down as she laid a soothing hand on the younger woman's back.

    "I-I don't think so..." She tried to sit up, gasping as she crouched back over, folding her arms over her abdomen. "Ginger it hurts." She felt something trickling down her thigh, glancing down and seeing blood. Her heart raced, the fluid leaking onto the chair below her.

     "Oh my god, you're bleeding." The redhead quickly found a nearby wash cloth, leaving momentarily to wet it.

     Stevie  shook her head when she tried to hand it to her, the pain in her abdomen growing more intense. "I-I need Joe, I need him."

      "What's the number sweetheart?" Ginger hurried to the phone, Stevie rattling off their home phone number as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember the correct numbers and not focus on the pain coursing through her.

     The dial tone rang and Stevie held her breath, tears streaming down her face as the bleeding only grew heavier. "There was no answer."

     A gasp escaped her lips as she tried to move again, crying. "I don't, I don't know what's wrong."

    The older woman looked at her sympathetically, rubbing Stevie's shoulder and pushing her curls off her sweaty forehead. "I think you're miscarrying Stevie."

    A sob escaped her lips, shaking her head. 

    "I'll take you to the hospital." She wrapped an arm around Stevie, helping her up slowly as she whimpered. She wrapped her silk robe around the blonde, grabbing her keys as she helped her towards the exit. Tears spilled down her eyes as she could still feel the blood, sobbing.