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ACT II: To Love & Lust in '45 (Short erotic story)
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ACT II: To Love & Lust in '45 (Short erotic story) Showtime!!!!! Walk on the bright stage, sing, and dance. Look pretty for the returning GIs. Three eyes pointing at me, two on the face; one in the pants!!! The sing and dance number over, than them for coming out. The host come onto the stage with the quote ‘Once again, that Miss---'. I walk toward him, interrupting with a saying of my own “Mrs.” “My husband is in the crowd, and return from Guam, I have to say I love you, Hun”. Applause and cheers follows, with a few wolfish calls. Walking off the stage, back into my darken dressing room. Closed the door, locked it. Back with myself, I change my skin, the showgirl into the normal house wife. Went back to the mirror, appears that somebody left a note, and roses for the lusty dancer. Open the card, reads “I’m sorry I miss your show, hope to make it up to you, one day’. I closed it, tears run down, ruining the make up. My nightmare came true. He didn’t bother to come. Hiding my face with cosmetic, couldn’t hide the truth, that an actress will act. Nobody care, that I was no longer, running around with men, and became a one woman show. In the audience’s mind, my brave moment with the host; was an act. No way, can a cabaret girl be belongs to only for one man. I tossed the roses into the trash. How foolish was I to think I can change??? I put on my coat, and walk out of the door. The rain pours outside, and for the first time in my own life, dampened was I. Raindrops dropping like bullets, piercing my soft skin, mixing with the tears that ran down. I waited for a cab. Hidden in a thick overcoat, the men in the crowd hardly notice that within their presence was the sunshine girl of the show. Maybe I should reveal myself to them, and take one home for a pity-fuck, but my lustful days can never come back alive. Broken, wet and alone, I knew what my husband felt like in the islands of the pacific. Serve me right, my punishment for four years of sinful lying. To reveal myself to those young soldiers, would show them an old woman whom body’s young, but mindset tired. No passion, just a lifeless corpse to fuck. If people will continue to think of me as an act, I show them a show with an ending so twisted. The wine has suite to prevent me of the climaxing end of what can be call a Shakespeare’s tragedy. Ending this show, would free me of the guilt of my short comings. This actress will have her Oscar moment, when I jump from the tallest building of New York City and hit the sidewalk with impact. Once dead, they will love me more. Thinking of it, scares me, I wish I had a bottle of white Montrachet or red Clos Vougeot so I can easily forever about it. My hot front mouth dry, my cold front body cold, I’m a storm ready to happen. The rain clouds appears to come; its just need a victim. Then it happen, I felt no more raindrops upon my head. Looking up, reveals a black covering, an umbrella, a umbrella for me? I turned to my side; there stood a figure in black. Death hasn’t arrived to take me home, it was my husband. He didn’t have a melancholy eyes & sporting a frown. He smile and grin. Was he happy that I’m miserable??? Mixed Emotions, happy to see him here, but sick to know that he never saw how much I love him. In his manly voice, he says, “I heard what you did on, stage, very brave of you, to do”. It seems like a great distracted was taken away from me. My husband love me again, he knew that I have sacrifice myself for him! I have turn down, lust. I have embrace life with him! Like a marine, we call for arms, but rather weapons being exchange, hugs & kisses. It was real love, honest love. The cab came and knowing myself well, I couldn't wait to get home. That is the honest truth |
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