Club Damned, Part 3
1am rolled around, and the debauchery had only increased. Her number of clients had reduced to a small trickle. At about 1:45, Lana slowly fished her reader out of her purse and began to peruse the newest Terry Mells fiction installment. Time floated, and it became 2:20. She reckoned she'd seek out Amanda, just for one last time that night. The green room was easy enough to guess at.
Memories crunched within Lana's mind. The little girl voice. The coy manipulation, or maybe just overthinking. Sociopaths always had you convinced it was you. Then the door creaked. Confusion.
"Oh, that's right. You said you'd come to me."
"Of course." Amanda smiled.
"Shall we?"
"Yes! And, um, I want to ask about past lives."
Amanda turned to reposition herself. The rope was gone and had been replaced by snug hotpants, but the chest harness was still there along with the rhinestoned bra. She had immediately removed her high heels upon entering, with a deep look of relief.
"How did you stay warm in these rooms?"
"Cocaine." Amanda smiled wryly.
"Very funny." Lana took a breath, closed her eyes, and slowly took Amanda's hand into hers.
Silence for about half a minute.
"So, you've accomplished a lot of your work already, but you seem to be stuck in this loop with two or three souls in particular. You're teaching them plenty, but it's important to look at how they may be teaching you." The air became uncomfortable.
"Anything more specific than that?"
"A lot of opportunities to transcend are still passing you by. It looks like you struggle with submitting to other peoples' paradigms out of fear. Your heart line is choppy, which speaks as much to your relationships as to doing what you love in life."
More silence.
"You're not a very good reader." The temperature seemed to plummet.
"Ok, well that's your opinion."
Amanda rose from her seat and put a hand to Lana's waist. She, standing, dominant, Lana, seated. Trying to hold the space.
Lana met her. "You always pushed. With yourself and others." Lana's voice was strangely wistful. Their gazes locked and Amanda slowly brought a hand to Lana's cheek. Amanda's hips looked tempting.
"It's late. My shift is over." A pause. "Tell Juancarlo he's a lucky guy. No. Wait. Don't tell that fucker anything." Lana gathered her things and exited at a deliberate pace. She could hear quickly slipped-on high heels running after her. "Wait. Wait." Amanda stopped and pulled at her hand. Slowly, she drew the top of it to her lips. Silence. Smiling eyes, but no mouth. Lana gently withdrew and continued walking. High heel noises eventually became drowned by soft, distant moans and viola music.
"No looking back," she muttered to herself. Temptation could be as tempting as it wanted to be.
And the lights came up on Night Town. Sparkle on the chandeliers fades, as red dresses fade into day.
Memories crunched within Lana's mind. The little girl voice. The coy manipulation, or maybe just overthinking. Sociopaths always had you convinced it was you. Then the door creaked. Confusion.
"Oh, that's right. You said you'd come to me."
"Of course." Amanda smiled.
"Shall we?"
"Yes! And, um, I want to ask about past lives."
Amanda turned to reposition herself. The rope was gone and had been replaced by snug hotpants, but the chest harness was still there along with the rhinestoned bra. She had immediately removed her high heels upon entering, with a deep look of relief.
"How did you stay warm in these rooms?"
"Cocaine." Amanda smiled wryly.
"Very funny." Lana took a breath, closed her eyes, and slowly took Amanda's hand into hers.
Silence for about half a minute.
"So, you've accomplished a lot of your work already, but you seem to be stuck in this loop with two or three souls in particular. You're teaching them plenty, but it's important to look at how they may be teaching you." The air became uncomfortable.
"Anything more specific than that?"
"A lot of opportunities to transcend are still passing you by. It looks like you struggle with submitting to other peoples' paradigms out of fear. Your heart line is choppy, which speaks as much to your relationships as to doing what you love in life."
More silence.
"You're not a very good reader." The temperature seemed to plummet.
"Ok, well that's your opinion."
Amanda rose from her seat and put a hand to Lana's waist. She, standing, dominant, Lana, seated. Trying to hold the space.
Lana met her. "You always pushed. With yourself and others." Lana's voice was strangely wistful. Their gazes locked and Amanda slowly brought a hand to Lana's cheek. Amanda's hips looked tempting.
"It's late. My shift is over." A pause. "Tell Juancarlo he's a lucky guy. No. Wait. Don't tell that fucker anything." Lana gathered her things and exited at a deliberate pace. She could hear quickly slipped-on high heels running after her. "Wait. Wait." Amanda stopped and pulled at her hand. Slowly, she drew the top of it to her lips. Silence. Smiling eyes, but no mouth. Lana gently withdrew and continued walking. High heel noises eventually became drowned by soft, distant moans and viola music.
"No looking back," she muttered to herself. Temptation could be as tempting as it wanted to be.
And the lights came up on Night Town. Sparkle on the chandeliers fades, as red dresses fade into day.
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