Even though the studio name was curtesy and obnoxious, Zoey was proud of what she had turned the inside into. Being able to command a lot of extensive charms work definitely helped in cases like this
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A burlesque inside a dance studio with alcohol? Eddie was there. Clearly, it should have just been called 'Eddie Carmichael's Dreams Come True'. Plus, it belonged to Zoey which meant she would most certainly be there and possibly nearly naked for most of the evening. Eddie tried not to look too out of place, but ended up wearing his trademark dark suit but opted to leave the tie behind.
First stop was the cash bar, where Eddie ordered a whiskey and then started to venture around. Though the space was small, it was convincingly a burlesque. Eye candy aplenty, Eddie didn't think he would get bored tonight.
The longer the night went on - and it was just gearing up - the more Zoey remembered that she hated wigs and should have just charmed her hair dark brown and voluptuous. Too late now. She wasn't going to have time to bother with it. She was due on stage in less than half an hour and if she wanted people to make donations, she had to pretend to be a good hostess.
She'd just finished checking with the dancers she'd all but strongarmed into being waitresses for the evening when she turned around and caught sight of a very familiar face. She had threatened him, should he decide not to show up. There was just one thing that was a bit off.
Diverting from the straight path she'd had, Zoey grabbed something from the costume table just backstage then headed straight for Eddie. She dropped a pristine fedora atop his head then maneuvered around him to slide gracefully onto the nearest stool.
"Well if someone doesn't look like a kid in a candy store," Zoey smirked, elbow resting on the table so she could lean back. If it showed off every hint
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Eddie turned and smiled at Zoey as he adjusted the hat, "You know...I always think I prefer women naked." He was very obviously not interested in the glitter as he looked Zoey over and placed his hand precariously close to her inner thigh. "You should never wear anything more than that."
Zoey was impressed with how much Zoey had managed to do with her studio and how at ease she seemed to be wearing so little in front of so many people - some strangers. The woman was pure sex walking. All along, Eddie thought it was the way she acted around him. Foolish boy. Clearly, she was a performer and used all of her wiles to bend him (and everyone else) into submitting to her.
"Play your cards right, and I might wear even less later," she smirked. Dropping a hand on top of his, Zoey simultaneously leaned in and pulled his hand just a bit higher. Wearing very little around large crowds was something Zoey had gotten used to once she was old enough to wear things other than tutus in recitals. Purposely inviting men to touch her, though, was always reserved for the special few.
She carefully slipped the fingers of her other hand around his on his glass and pulled it away to take a sip. "I am entirely too sober for this, just so you know."
"By 'this' do you mean flirting with me or being here in general?" Eddie was hoping for the latter and would be sorely disappointed if she meant the former. "Because either way, we can fix that." Zoey probably wanted to be sober for her performances, Eddie reasoned with himself. "Later, if you prefer."
Being the gentleman he was, Eddie let Zoey keep the glass she snaked from him and signaled for one of the scantily-clad waitresses and ordered another before turning his attention back to Zoey, "Do all of the dancers work with you here, because if so, I will have to drop by and watch some of the practices."
"Hosting this thing." Zoey set the drink on the bar and reached out to undo another button on his shirt. If she could talk him into it, she'd have him walking around shirtless by the end of the night just to enjoy the view. Her fingers settled against his chest where his shirt split open. "You, sugar, are an easy target. But after I get my numbers in, I'm holding you to drink. And probably a few other things."
She picked the glass back up to take a sip and hummed. "Some work for me. Some pay me to teach them which means they got all their more seductive moves from me."
"Promise," Eddie grazed the edge of her outfit with his fingers, not wanting to go too far when they were surrounded by people and she had to get to work in mere minutes. The urge was there, so he leaned forward and whispered next to her ear, "I don't want to be led on." Except he did and didn't care how the night ended. One way or another, he was going to take someone home with him. He preferred Zoey, but there were plenty of women.
"You have the best job." There was a twinkle in his eye, half-awe and half-curious as to what happened during the seductive dance sessions. "I'd pay to be an active participant in them."
Maybe she'd been wrong and she wasn't drunk enough to deal with Eddie just yet. That or it was just the way his voice sounded so close to her ear and the way his breath his her skin. She didn't bother to fight of a tiny shiver so much as reach up to hook fingers in collar of his shirt.
"Promise." She pulled back just enough so their lips nearly brushed when she spoke. "It's not like I've ever led you on before." The funny thing was, she hadn't. Zoey couldn't think of a time she'd wanted to turn him down, especially after the first couple times they slept together in random backrooms at bars.
Zoey shifted enough to hook her leg around him, foot against the back of his thigh pulling him in. She only had a few more minutes but sh was going to use them for all they were worth. "You want to come be the stage prop sometime? All you have to do is ask."
"Never," Eddie echoed, grinning semi-stupidly from her teasing manner. "Usually we're more one-on-one. Here, you've many men vying for your attention." Women too, he safely assumed but didn't vocalize.
It was incredibly easy for Zoey to handle him and Eddie didn't fight against it. How could he? Part of what he liked about Zoey was that she didn't ask for permission. "Hmm," he let his eyes move from her eyes to her mouth, contemplating her offer. "Prop doesn't seem interactive enough for me."
"So, so many. Including a lot of women," Zoey had never sounded so cocky. She knew how she looked and wasn't going to play coy now. Besides, Eddie knew her way too well. "And yet, I'm giving all my attention to you. After all, I know you won't let me down." He hadn't yet, anyway, and she highly doubted he was suddenly going to become less sexually satisfying.
"I like how you think." She ran her tongue over her full lower lip when she watched his eyes stray. "You never made me do all the work."
She was going to fuck up her make up, but Zoey couldn't help the slow grin that spread across her lips when she stretched up to kiss him.
"Naturally," Eddie nodded, noting how self-assured Zoey was in that moment and how much it turned him on. "I must be fairly special if you're willing to focus on me this much."
What fun was there in sitting back and letting someone else have all the responsibility. Eddie liked to share.
Dipping his head to meet her mouth, Eddie ran his hand around to Zoey's lower back and pushed her into the kiss. "Be careful," he warned, drawing his head back only enough to form the words. "You don't have time to commit to this right now."
"Very special," Zoey put on her most serious face and nodded. "But mostly just exceptionally talented. Why risk a disappointment when I know you'll make it worth the effort?" Also, she just genuinely liked him. Eddie was fun and entertaining. Zoey found it hard to turn that down when she had the opportunity.
Zoey laughed a little when she stretched up to kiss him again, quickly this time. "You're right. And I'm due to yell at some dancers and turn up on stage. Try not to drool too much, it's terribly unattractive, you know." She winked as she pressed her fingers to his chest to nudge him back enough for her to slip off the stool.
First stop was the cash bar, where Eddie ordered a whiskey and then started to venture around. Though the space was small, it was convincingly a burlesque. Eye candy aplenty, Eddie didn't think he would get bored tonight.
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She'd just finished checking with the dancers she'd all but strongarmed into being waitresses for the evening when she turned around and caught sight of a very familiar face. She had threatened him, should he decide not to show up. There was just one thing that was a bit off.
Diverting from the straight path she'd had, Zoey grabbed something from the costume table just backstage then headed straight for Eddie. She dropped a pristine fedora atop his head then maneuvered around him to slide gracefully onto the nearest stool.
"Well if someone doesn't look like a kid in a candy store," Zoey smirked, elbow resting on the table so she could lean back. If it showed off every hint ( ... )
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Zoey was impressed with how much Zoey had managed to do with her studio and how at ease she seemed to be wearing so little in front of so many people - some strangers. The woman was pure sex walking. All along, Eddie thought it was the way she acted around him. Foolish boy. Clearly, she was a performer and used all of her wiles to bend him (and everyone else) into submitting to her.
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She carefully slipped the fingers of her other hand around his on his glass and pulled it away to take a sip. "I am entirely too sober for this, just so you know."
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Being the gentleman he was, Eddie let Zoey keep the glass she snaked from him and signaled for one of the scantily-clad waitresses and ordered another before turning his attention back to Zoey, "Do all of the dancers work with you here, because if so, I will have to drop by and watch some of the practices."
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She picked the glass back up to take a sip and hummed. "Some work for me. Some pay me to teach them which means they got all their more seductive moves from me."
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"You have the best job." There was a twinkle in his eye, half-awe and half-curious as to what happened during the seductive dance sessions. "I'd pay to be an active participant in them."
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"Promise." She pulled back just enough so their lips nearly brushed when she spoke. "It's not like I've ever led you on before." The funny thing was, she hadn't. Zoey couldn't think of a time she'd wanted to turn him down, especially after the first couple times they slept together in random backrooms at bars.
Zoey shifted enough to hook her leg around him, foot against the back of his thigh pulling him in. She only had a few more minutes but sh was going to use them for all they were worth. "You want to come be the stage prop sometime? All you have to do is ask."
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It was incredibly easy for Zoey to handle him and Eddie didn't fight against it. How could he? Part of what he liked about Zoey was that she didn't ask for permission. "Hmm," he let his eyes move from her eyes to her mouth, contemplating her offer. "Prop doesn't seem interactive enough for me."
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"I like how you think." She ran her tongue over her full lower lip when she watched his eyes stray. "You never made me do all the work."
She was going to fuck up her make up, but Zoey couldn't help the slow grin that spread across her lips when she stretched up to kiss him.
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What fun was there in sitting back and letting someone else have all the responsibility. Eddie liked to share.
Dipping his head to meet her mouth, Eddie ran his hand around to Zoey's lower back and pushed her into the kiss. "Be careful," he warned, drawing his head back only enough to form the words. "You don't have time to commit to this right now."
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Zoey laughed a little when she stretched up to kiss him again, quickly this time. "You're right. And I'm due to yell at some dancers and turn up on stage. Try not to drool too much, it's terribly unattractive, you know." She winked as she pressed her fingers to his chest to nudge him back enough for her to slip off the stool.
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