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My Sunset The place was called Lune Bleue, and as she stepped into the club, the first thing she thought was that it wasn’t as bad as she thought. Jordan was expecting something seedy and disgusting, but it was actually relatively nice – it was bathed in blue light and there were blue couches placed strategically around the room. The stage was in the middle, and the girls weren’t all that bad – some of them were even moderately attractive. “Hi, my name is Orion. Can I help you?” Jordan turned her attention to the woman standing in front of her. Her hair was long, brown streaked with dark green, the same color as her eyes. She was wearing a form-fitting tux, also dark green and blue. “I’m, uh…” Jordan trailed off, looking back at the dancers. She focused on one in particular, a petite blonde dancing at the nearest pole. Her outfit was amazing, a dark blue bra and underwear set with red, orange and yellow beads and a shimmering purple top hat. Orion laughed quietly. “See someone you like?” Jordan shook herself, turning back to the woman at hand. “The blonde?” Orion glanced over her shoulder, then back at Jordan. “Sunset. She is beautiful, don’t you think?” Jordan nodded. “How much for a private room?” “Five hundred, cash only,” Orion replied. “Another two if you want to watch them dance first.” “Jesus,” Jordan mumbled, reaching into her purse and pulling out a wad of money. “No wonder Perry’s paychecks disappeared so fast.” Orion smiled, tucking the money into a pocket. “Have a seat. Sunset will come find you after her song, okay?” Jordan nodded, heading over to one of the couches. She sat in a corner, thinking that while it wasn’t likely she’d be recognized, it was far from impossible. She let her mind wander, taking in the music, the girls, the atmosphere. It wasn’t hard to lose herself, to let the day melt away. Soon enough, the blonde found her way over to Jordan. “Hi, there,” she said, holding out her hand. “I’m Sunset.” “Jordan,” she replied, taking her hand. “You were great,” she added lamely. Sunset smiled. “Thanks,” she said, twining her fingers with Jordan’s. “Follow me.” Jordan did, letting herself be led through the blue velvet curtains on the other side of the room, then down a hallway and into a small room. It was candlelit, at least supposedly, and a four-poster bed was against the far wall upholstered in matching blue velvet. Sunset closed the door, then turned to Jordan. “So, what can I do for you tonight?” she asked quietly, light blue eyes locking with Jordan’s dark brown ones. Jordan looked away. “No talking, nothing sweet or gentle. Just sex. Understood?” Sunset moved forward, cupping Jordan’s face in her hands as she kissed her. Jordan pushed her back against the door, running one hand through her hair, pulling harder than she needed to, raking her other hand down her back. Sunset moaned quietly, biting Jordan’s lip. Jordan closed her eyes, even as she undid Sunset’s bra, even as she slid off her panties, even as she kissed her way down her body, even as she made her come. She opened her eyes only when their positions were reversed, only when all she could see was the blonde head between her legs, making her feel the most amazing things. She closed her eyes again as she came, hanging onto the blue velvet, moaning a different name as she came. She sat up, wiping her forehead, pulling her hair back from her face. “Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “I didn’t mean–” “It’s okay,” Sunset interrupted. “I get it all the time.” Jordan smiled weakly. “Thanks,” she said. Sunset smiled. “Come back anytime.” She looked away. “Yeah, maybe.” Jordan stood up, not looking at the other woman as she tossed two twenties onto the bed. What the hell had she just done? |
My 40 Snapshotsby Nicole Merrill |
