Sunday
Diana's pov
Once I left home, I'd soon began walking to the bus stop to wait for Morris to pick me up. I have a rehearsal and a shoot, from which he suggested.
"Hey, Diana what's up?!".
Oh lord, why now?...
I begin speed walking to get away.
"Diana?!" Denise catches up.
Denise is a thirteen year old hooligan, that stalks me for information. She idolizes to me as if I'm a Goddess. It's really getting out of hand though. She follows me every chance she gets. I don't even know how her mother let's this child slip through her fingers like this...
"Denise, I can't speak right now. I have..'business' to attend to."
I cringe at my false statement, and try to leave quickly as possible.
"Well, can I come with you?"
"No."
"Why not?" She crosses her arms.
"You're not old enough."
She tries to persuade me. "I can fake my age. You're nineteen and you always say that you're twenty five." She pesters.
I stop and glare at her. "Shouldn't you be in school right now?"
"It's Sunday."
Will you just go away!
I sigh agitatedly. "Denise...Maybe one day, when you're older, I'll consider taking you to First Avenue, but right now I can't swing it. Ok?"
"Okay..." she says with her head hanging low.
"Now, please go home, before your mother calls the cops."
"Okay.." she walks back around the block with a saddened expression.
Alone at last.
I stood beside the bus sign for about fifteen minutes, smoking cigarettes until finally a jet black limo pulls up.
The driver rolls the back window down. "Hey baby, what you doin out here on your own?" Morris joked.
I scoff and smile as he lets me in to the backseat.
First Avenue
Michael's
"Take five!"
I woke up pretty upset, after what happened last night. The hardest thing right now, is trying not to tell at anyone. She just made me so irritated. I simply wanted to get her home safely. My mistake, huh? Maybe I should've left her alone. She can fend for herself...
I bring my glass to my lips, expecting water to pour into my mouth and sooth my nerves.
Empty...
*grumble* I need to cool down...
I start for the bar. "What I get ya?" Asks the waitress/bartender.
I explained to her that I was in disguise last night, as not to attract too much attention from the crowd. And she told the owner, he asked if I could do a show tonight, for a little publicity. I kindly agreed.
I drag my hand down my face, with exhaustion in my voice. "Water, please."
She pulls out a pitcher of ice water, pouring it into my cup.
"Thanks." I drink.
"No problem...hey? I hope you don't mind me asking, I'd sent a friend over to talk to you. What happened? Why did she just walk away?"
I set my cup down on a coaster.
She's the last person I want to hear, think, or even speak about right now...
"She wasn't interested." I state.
Jill's shoulders sank. "Oh...."
How could she just walk away like that? Am I not good enough for her? Why am I getting so hurt over her?...
"You wouldn't mind if I'd try to set you up again, with someone who I know would be interested....would you?" She asks.
"I don't know-"
"Please." She begs. "This ones good, I promise."
I sigh. "Alright."
"She'll be here, tonight at the bar. I'll make sure. Once you're done with your show, I'll introduce you two."
"Okay..."
First Avenue, 7:30 pm
I put on the outfit, specially made by my friend, Michael Bush. I have to say, this is my favorite so far.
"Mike, man you look great!" Jennifer, my guitarist, compliments.
"Thanks, I-" in interrupted by what sounds like flock of crows.
"Bwah-haw-haw!" Laughs a man in an obnoxious white suit, with his arms around...
Diana...
My bright expression turns cold.
"Take a picture baby, it'll last longer." White suit said, heading on stage.
Diana looked back at me, differently. She noticed who I am and was a bit overwhelmed, but kept it hidden.
She kept staring until she disappeared behind the curtain.
"Morris:
Love Machine
Hey yeah
Diana:
I've got the toys, to turn your body out
I've got the noise, to make you scream and shout
The love machine will take your body higher
Cause if you don't,
I know you're a liar." Diana sings, parading, practically nothing but her underwear.
"Morris:
Don't lie, you want someone that will make you cry
17 tongues licking from the neck down
Moving in quick speed circular motion
Round and round, I said it round and round,
Like you like it, I can lick it like you like it. Aaah..
Diana:
I've got the toys, to turn your body out
I've got the noise, to make scream and shout
The love machine will take your body higher
Cause if you don't then I know you're a liar..."
I watch it full of fury, to the end of their performance.
The two walk my way, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist and his hand firmly planted on her thigh. "Can't top that can ya? Bwah-haw-haw-haw-haw!"
I shake my head.
Let's show em who's BAD...
The stage goes dark, the crowds shouts decrease.
Only thing that can be heard his my heels clicking against the solid stage floor. I stop until the wait for the cue.
The music begins and the crowd goes wild.
"Me:
Here come ol' flat top
He come groovin' up slowly
He got joo joo eyeball
He one holy roller
He got hair down to his knees
Got to be a joker he just do what he please"
Her eyes were burning right through me. I can feel it. A mixture of lust and anger and pulsing through her body right now. Look who's laughin' now, I told you you'd regret it.
Once I finish my show and go to the bar for a drink.
"Michael!" Jill calls me. "By the way, that was incredible!"
I smile and nod. "Thank you."
"And before I forget." She motions her fingers 'come here'.
Behind me a long haired brunette woman, with emerald eyes approached shyly.
"Michael, this is Charlene. Charlene, this is Michael."....
Hope you enjoyed it😊
~💋Dirty Diana💋