Rob parker his car in front of a fancy looking club. He pointed at the big letters under the roof, spelling ‘The Dahlia Dancers’ “They light up in the dark” he informed Deb, and he laughed as he saw Deb’s eyes widen with childlike enthusiasm. “It’s called neon”
“Neon” Deb repeated to herself. “Things that light up in the dark” she added, mentally writing it down.
“Come on, let’s have you take a look inside” Rob suggested, and he got out of the car. Ever the gentleman, he walked around, and got the door for Deb, and helped her out.
She looked around, and inhaled the fresh air. “It’s so peaceful out here” she noted.
“Yeah, you say that now, but wait until the sun goes down” Rob joked. “Believe me, there’s going to be a line from here to the end of the street, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s a pretty long street”
He linked his arm with hers, and together they walked inside the club. Even though there were no customers, and there was no music playing, people were walking around everywhere, getting ready for another night.
Rob waved at the woman behind the bar, who busy filling up the refrigerators, but Deb was looking fascinated at the women on stage.
“It’s a lot harder than it looks”
Deb jumped up, and turned around. A tall, blonde woman was standing in front of her. Deb’s eyes widened as the woman’s breasts nearly popped in her face.
“I’m sorry if I scared you” the woman said, and Deb tried to get over the fact that the woman was only wearing lingerie. “I’m Yasmin. And I suppose you must be Deb” She extended a hand, which Deb didn’t accept.
“How do you know?” Deb asked, confused.
Yasmin nodded at Rob. “He couldn’t shut up about you for two seconds. He just kept saying how he missed you, and that he couldn’t wait for you to be eighteen, so he could come and get you”
“Really?” Deb asked softly, her head averting to Rob, who smiled at her. She felt warm inside, and smiled back.
“Yep, I have never seen him like that before” Yasmin confirmed. “He’s got it good this time”
“You ladies gossiping about me?” Rob had made his way to Yasmin and Deb. “Nothing bad, I hope?”
“You mean there’s anything good to tell?” Yasmin replied sarcastically. Rob smiled, before turning to Deb. “Can I speak to you for a moment?”
Deb followed him to the bar, where she was introduced to Christina. “If you need anything, or if you have any questions, she’s your go-to person” Rob explained.
He, then, showed Deb her outfit, and she looked at it doubtfully.
“It’s so…short” Deb noted, as she held up the black skirt.
Rob raised his eyebrows. “Have you seen what the girls on stage are wearing? Or not wearing? Come on, Deb, this is nothing. They’re not allowed to touch you, but can you at least let them look at you?”
Deb still looked doubtful, and Rob tilted his head. “For me?” he said. Deb laughed and gave in. “But they’re not allowed to touch me, right?” she checked.
“I will break their fingers if they even think about it” Rob promised, before pulling Deb closer to kiss her.
“Neon” Deb repeated to herself. “Things that light up in the dark” she added, mentally writing it down.
“Come on, let’s have you take a look inside” Rob suggested, and he got out of the car. Ever the gentleman, he walked around, and got the door for Deb, and helped her out.
She looked around, and inhaled the fresh air. “It’s so peaceful out here” she noted.
“Yeah, you say that now, but wait until the sun goes down” Rob joked. “Believe me, there’s going to be a line from here to the end of the street, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s a pretty long street”
He linked his arm with hers, and together they walked inside the club. Even though there were no customers, and there was no music playing, people were walking around everywhere, getting ready for another night.
Rob waved at the woman behind the bar, who busy filling up the refrigerators, but Deb was looking fascinated at the women on stage.
“It’s a lot harder than it looks”
Deb jumped up, and turned around. A tall, blonde woman was standing in front of her. Deb’s eyes widened as the woman’s breasts nearly popped in her face.
“I’m sorry if I scared you” the woman said, and Deb tried to get over the fact that the woman was only wearing lingerie. “I’m Yasmin. And I suppose you must be Deb” She extended a hand, which Deb didn’t accept.
“How do you know?” Deb asked, confused.
Yasmin nodded at Rob. “He couldn’t shut up about you for two seconds. He just kept saying how he missed you, and that he couldn’t wait for you to be eighteen, so he could come and get you”
“Really?” Deb asked softly, her head averting to Rob, who smiled at her. She felt warm inside, and smiled back.
“Yep, I have never seen him like that before” Yasmin confirmed. “He’s got it good this time”
“You ladies gossiping about me?” Rob had made his way to Yasmin and Deb. “Nothing bad, I hope?”
“You mean there’s anything good to tell?” Yasmin replied sarcastically. Rob smiled, before turning to Deb. “Can I speak to you for a moment?”
Deb followed him to the bar, where she was introduced to Christina. “If you need anything, or if you have any questions, she’s your go-to person” Rob explained.
He, then, showed Deb her outfit, and she looked at it doubtfully.
“It’s so…short” Deb noted, as she held up the black skirt.
Rob raised his eyebrows. “Have you seen what the girls on stage are wearing? Or not wearing? Come on, Deb, this is nothing. They’re not allowed to touch you, but can you at least let them look at you?”
Deb still looked doubtful, and Rob tilted his head. “For me?” he said. Deb laughed and gave in. “But they’re not allowed to touch me, right?” she checked.
“I will break their fingers if they even think about it” Rob promised, before pulling Deb closer to kiss her.
