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Just A Dancer Pt 4

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Outfit Inspo For Cora

I was standing on stage in the club for the last time. I danced my heart out, I smiled and laughed. I took in every worn imperfection on this stage. I stared out at the crowd and tried to commit every face to memory. There was sadness in my chest; it was mixed with fear and excitement. It was towards the end of the set and the crowd was cheering for an encore. Every seat in the house was full, we hired extra staff for the influx of people and they needed it. I was back stage after the show, there was an after party and a lot of the girls were changing into comfortable costumes to mingle in I chose my red outfit.

 All my costumes had names some were obvious and others related to things that had happened while I was wearing them. After attaching my back piece I went back into the club area. Sugar was my closet friend that I worked with; she was tall with legs for days. She had hair black as night and was pale as the moon. She reminded us of Dita Von Teese.  She hardly spoke to anyone but me and I don’t even remember how we became friends. She walked up next to me as I was walking the back hallway.   

“You ready for tomorrow?” she asked “As ready as I’ll ever be, you?” I frowned adjusting my Garter straps.  “I was born ready, you know this. I’m already packed and everything, I can’t wait to get out of this wasteland” she griped.  Sugar’s real name was Molly. Her mother named her after Molly Ringwald and she had always been bitter about LA.  We rounded the corner and she pushed up her boobs in her corset and went left as I went right. I was walking around when I kept hearing my name, turning my head I saw in the corner of the room stood a table that we kept our VIP’s at. I walked over and the closer I got the more faces I recognized.



Coraleiani walked towards us in an extremely revealing, elaborate costume and I felt Jason stiffen involuntarily beside me. Jason has always looked at Cora as one of his daughters, he never voices it out loud but I knew he did. His face was pained as she neared the table. “Relax. This is what she does for a living you know that. She’s a beautiful grown woman” I squeezed his knee gently. He looked over at me, nodded and took a breath. I smiled, I had really lucked out finding Jason, there were few truly genuine people on this earth and I had found one for my own.  

When she got to the table I saw her eyes widen at Jai sitting next to Zoe. She had no idea how smitten he was and she probably never would. You can only see love like that from the outside looking in. Jai’s eyes wondered over her entire body quickly and then painstakingly slow, like he was drinking her in and savoring the taste. Jason noticed it to and started smiling. I figured I’d better break the silence and I was about to say something when Jai spoke up.   “You look beautiful” he said.  She smiled and said “Thank you. I didn’t know if you guys were going to make it” she looked down and her long dark lashes brushed her cheeks.  “Who wants a drink?” I said kicking Zoe and Jason. They both looked up and then agreed; we all got up and left the two of them alone.  



Cora stood next to me and I felt like my mind was imploding on itself. The gentleman in me wanted to shower her with roses and tell she was beautiful every two minutes. But the man in me wanted to bend her over this table right now. I cleared my throat and watched as she sat down on Zoe’s empty stool. She placed her hands in her lap and sat up straight.  “Are you okay?” she asked.  “Forgive me, I’m trying to be polite but it’s quite the task with you looking the way you do” my eyes were trained on hers.  “Oh” she said modestly which was funny because her tone of voice was the only modest thing about her at the moment. The costume she had on was all red, the middle section of it was beaded and her breasts sat up beautifully.  Her hair was done in waves and attached was a sort of feather headdress. I couldn’t contain myself much longer. I needed to feel her skin beneath my hands, her lips belonged on mine.  I was about to say something rash and I hope I didn’t offend her.

“Cora I want to tell you something…” I started to say exactly what was on my mind but someone interrupted me.

“Hey Blondie can we get a picture with you?” a group of young men asked her.

“Sure if my company doesn’t mind” her Amber eyes flicked over to me.

“No, of course not go right ahead” I looked down at the table and then watched her get up and situate herself in the middle of the group. For the first time I was the invisible one; it felt strange and I most definitely did mind but I had no place to say that.  when she returned to her seat she seemed unbothered by what just happened. I wish I could say the same…


“So are you ready to temporality be in the company of Mila?” I smiled at him and to my pleasure his eyes lit up and he smiled fabulously. 

“Absolutely, she’s amazing. I made all the arrangements and we will fly out three days after you do.” he said in a thick Aussie Accent.  I was staring at him intensely as he continued to talk about Mila but I was long gone from the conversation. I was practically naked already, I had fantasized about the two of us together a million times since we first met. I imagined how he would feel against me and what it would be like to wake up next to him in the morning.  “She will be in good hands, I promise I wont let anything happen to her” he had finished talking and I smiled and nodded. I needed to go back stage to pack up my things and Lisa, Jason and Zoe were walking back over. when they all sat down I stood up. 

“Well, I hate to run off but I have to get all my costumes packed or Leon has threatened to leave me here, but I really appreciate you all coming” i smiled and walked over to give Lisa and Jason a hug.  I told Zoe I’d text her and then I walked over to Jai. “I will see you in the morning when I drop off Mila” I leant over paused and planted a lingering kiss on his cheek.  I started to walk away when I felt my hand being grabbed. I turned around quickly.  “How can you kiss my cheek knowing its your lips I want?”  Jai asked and his ocean colored eyes almost resembled a storm.  “You didn’t offer your lips” I sighed.

He had pulled me against him and it felt like the entire room was holding its breath. I could hear my heart pounding. “May i?” he asked. “You may” I answered quickly.  His lips were on mine in less than a minute. I could tell he wanted to touch other parts of me, but it was hardly appropriate in this setting. His tongue entered my mouth with rhythm and purpose. He was warm and inviting, the stubble from today’s growth  brushed my cheeks as the kiss deepened. We pulled back at the same time and I kept my eyes on the ground. Jai lifted my chin and his beautiful eyes bore into mine. I noticed his dimpled cheeks  as he smiled.  “See you tomorrow Cora” he politely stepped back from me and I turned and left.



Jai walked back over to the table with a shit eating grin on his face. He rubbed the back of his head and said “I Think I’m going to head out”

“I bet you are man!” I grinned.  Lisa laughed “You just couldn’t wait could you?”

“Come on guys, you’re embarrassing me” he grabbed his coat and waved over his shoulder.

“Should we make plans for a fall wedding?” I bumped Lisa gently.

“I don’t know, we might be attending a baby shower at that time!” Zoe raised her eyebrows and we all laughed.


This is Fancy Feast– a successful, fat burlesque dancer who’s been killing it on stage for six years

“‘Fat’ is a word that used to be wielded as a weapon against me. It was the thing I was supposed to be terrified of, supposed to spend my whole life trying to avoid or erase at all costs,” she says, “And if I take the thing that people are most terrified of and turn it into something less scary, it implicates the larger structures that keep people afraid to begin with.”



Photographing the Cabaret Dancers by Peter Driben by Tom Simpson


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PT! From his younger years as an adventurer!

He doesn’t show up often around here, but mostly because he’s going around, doing old-people stuff. But I was recently interested in wanting to draw out what his young life was like as a pirate; Fighting monsters, collecting treasure, building a famous reputation, working as a peace negotiator, a spy, a detective, a vigilante, and even an undercover burlesque dancer at one point.

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