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The stage shook under his feet, vibrations from the low string of his guitar. It was he alone, Leroy Jet, occupying the stage that night; One man, one guitar, an amplifier and a microphone. The guitar was black, a hollow body with f holes. It played smooth with the string action low. The amp was small, but had a gritty tone he liked. It didn’t matter the size, it was channeled through the house PA anyway.
Jet stamped his foot, the heel of those black dress shoes thumping wood. This club was called the Stiletto, (for the shoe or the knife he didn’t know), and he liked to dress in his best for it; Black shoes, black pants, blue button shirt with a black vest.
The room was hopping that night, waiters and waitresses scampering about the floor, maneuvering around little round tables. The patrons mingled and drank, some were even watching him play. Jet didn’t mind either way. His sunglasses were tinted dark and he could barely see anything. That was how he liked it, just music and the smell of the Stiletto.
The songs he played were his own, blues tunes with a kick. Most had a shuffle groove, good for dancing. He was just about finished up for the night. It was nearing one in the morning and he’d been playing since ten, when no one was around.
It was then that Lisa traversed the floor, walking back towards the bar. Jet’s eyes followed her, silken blonde hair swinging in a high ponytail, green tank top and jeans. She wore an apron around her waist and flat-footed dance shoes. She was gorgeous to him. There were a lot of pretty girls in town of course, but there was something about her movements, how she wandered. Little did Lisa know some of the songs in Jet’s set were about her.
It was as good a time as any to stop. The neon clock in the far corner of the bar read two past and he had played the Stiletto enough to know not to linger longer than he had to. Although, sometimes Lisa’s presence kept him around for a drink or two. Tonight, however, he was tired.
Jet stood from the stool, turned about, placed his guitar in its case, flipped down the lid and clasped the locks. On his way by he unplugged the amp and cables and took it all a little ways across the floor to the swinging kitchen door.
“Comin’ in!” he called and pushed through. The kitchen was small, the Stiletto only served a few minor dishes. The room led to a hall through the opposite door, which connected a number of other rooms. When he turned to guide his guitar through he saw that Lisa had come through the first door and was talking to the chef. (The chef’s name was Chen, an old man with an incredible drinking problem). She looked up at his regard.
“Leroy, nice set tonight, you going home?” she asked.
“I might stick around, thanks. I’ll see what the boss has to say first.”
“Right, see you dude. Don’t know how you get around in those sunglasses.”
Lisa turned back to her conversation with Chen and Jet watched her for another moment before entering the hallway completely. When the door shut behind him the noise of the club was muffled. He walked to the third door on the right and rapped his knuckles on the frame.
“Yup!” came the reply, and Jet turned the rickety knob and went in.
The office was small, one long florescent bulb lighting the space. It had mustard walls and a brown carpet just like the hallway. Behind a desk at its center sat a rather roundish man with a white button shirt.
“Hey Jet,” he greeted casually. “Four hours right?”
“Three, always three.”
“Right!” he laughed and rummaged through his drawers, taking out a stack of cash and peeling off a few bills. He handed Jet two of them.
“Thanks, I’ll see you next week,” said Jet and turned to leave.
“Hang on a moment, I want you to meet my niece. Denny, make yourself known to the man.”
Jet whirled; surprised he hadn’t noticed the girl standing in the corner. She was frankly very stunning. Her skin was dark and smooth, full chest in a turquoise, sleeveless button shirt. Her pants were slim and red, leading down long slender legs to high heel shoes with straps.
“I’m Jet,” he said, sticking out a hand.
“Denny,” she replied, shaking it.
Her eyes said more than her words. A playfulness gleamed in them.
“My brother just dropped her off for the week. She wants to get to know the city before she moves here,” explained the boss.
“You’re looking at it,” Jet smiled, hoping his comment hadn’t been too cheeky.
“I hope not!” she laughed, suddenly much bolder. “I haven’t seen much of anything.”
“Than go somewhere!” the boss man retorted.
“I wouldn’t know where to start!”
“I’ll take you around,” Jet interjected, only wanting the argument to end. “It’s one in the morning but it’s the city, there are still things going on.”
“You sure?” Denny asked, considering him with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah, come on. I’ve been here awhile.”
He spun round and walked out the door without further comment. In a few seconds he heard her following.
“So where are we going?” she asked from behind.
“First, to get some food, I just got off work.”
They ate at the diner down the street. It was an old style place, chrome everywhere, red leather swivel chairs, black and white checkered floor. They had good burgers and Denny and Jet sat across from one another in one of the booths. It had happened quickly, but Denny soon turned out to be an astute and strong young woman. He hadn’t realized it but she was going to college soon in the city, which was the reason for her visit. If he had known that, as a thirty-year-old man, he may have reconsidered taking her out. He hoped she was of a proper age.
“How old are you?” he inquired plainly.
She scowled humorously.
“I’m twenty one. Why? What are your concerns Mr. Blues Musician?”
“Does being a musician imply that I don’t care about age? Because I do. I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to be twisted in a weird light.”
“You’re fine. I saw some of your set by the way. You’re really good.”
“Thank you. Too kind.”
He sipped at his soda as she watched him.
“Seriously. Those songs mean something. You could write about anything, any shallow subject, but you choose to be real. I like that.”
“That’s me baby, real as real gets.”
She kicked him lightly under the table.
“Learn to accept a compliment loser. Where are we going after this?”
“I wanted to drop off my gear at my apartment and then I can show you where your school is, some memorials maybe, the subway…”
“Exciting city stuff?”
“That’s right. This is what you signed up for.”
“I’m sure you’ll teach me all the mysteries.”
They walked to his place, chatting all the way. It was a few blocks down the street. They stepped up onto the stoop. Jet fumbled to get his keys with his equipment in hand. Finally Denny interjected.
“Which pocket?” she asked.
“Right.”
She reached in, her hand obviously caressing his leg, and wrapped her long fingers around the keys. With that she slid the brass one into the door, somehow guessing the correct key, and walked confidently inside. Jet followed her, closing the door with his foot. They went up the stairs to the first door. Denny let them in again, this time into Jet’s modest apartment.
It was small, though tidy and clean, contrasting with the exterior of the building. A couch was against one wall, other instruments and records stacked about. Jet set his things down across the floor near a window. When he turned back Denny was sitting on the couch.
“Did you want to stay awhile?” he asked.
She shrugged casually and then grinned.
“Do you have anything to drink?”
“Just water, I’m sorry.”
“Water is fine.”
He fetched her and himself a drink in the kitchen and brought the glasses back and set them on the coffee table. He sat beside her on the couch, an appropriate distance away. She swiftly closed the gap, leaning against him.
“You have a nice place,” she whispered.
“Thank you.”
She looked up and kissed him. He kissed her back, his hand on her hip.
“You’re heart’s not in this, is it?” she asked.
“We’ve only just met.”
“That’s not what I mean. You’re not attracted to me.”
He paused, looking her up and down, his gaze eventually resting in hers.
“That’s not entirely true.”
“Mmm, well you don’t want to have sex, even though I’m initiating pretty hard right now.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“Why?”
He smiled, chuckling under his breath.
“Wouldn’t be right. My ‘heart’s not in it’.”
“You choose to be real. I like that.”
“I know you do. You’re a beautiful and smart girl. Don’t blow that on me.”
“Hey,” she sat up, rotating to look him head on. She reached over and removed his sunglasses. “I just thought it would be fun, that was all. I like you. If I didn’t think you were a good man I wouldn’t be here. You gotta love yourself dude. I wouldn’t be blowing anything on you.”
He took her face in his hands and kissed her.
“Thank you for that.”
When they returned to the Stiletto it was closing up, most of the patrons had gone. Jet walked Denny to her Uncle’s office and outside the door she kissed his cheek, thanking him for the expansive tour of the city. He promised if she stuck around he would show her more later on. Then, with a newfound confidence, he crossed the hall to the kitchen. Chen was there washing dishes in the sink.
“Hey Chen, you seen Lisa around?”
“Huh?” the old man grunted.
“Have-you-seen-LISA-around?”
“Leroy?”
He spun to see Lisa standing in the other doorway.
“Hey.”
“You’re looking for me?”
She seemed tired and sweat gleamed on her forehead. He hair was still tied back in that swinging ponytail, the blue apron wrapped around her waist. Her tank top looked like it had something spilled and then wiped off of it, her dance shoes exposing the veins of her overworked feet. She was around his age. He thought she had said she was thirty-three or four, a few years older.
“You know that song I play, Love You Baby?”
“Yeah dude, I’ve heard you play it a hundred times.”
“It’s about you.”
She was silent, her mouth slightly agape. He couldn’t discern what she was feeling, but was exhilarated in finally telling her the truth. Her eyes turned down, but only in a flash and then she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed him briefly and then held that hug for a long time. It was tight and he could feel all of her pain and loneliness in it. When she pulled away enough to look at him again there were tears streaming down her face.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered hoarsely.
“I was scared.”
She kissed him again. It was then that he felt a hand on his back. The two turned to see Chen beside them.
“Jet I found Lisa.”
They rushed into his apartment, kissing the whole way. The door slammed behind them. It was four in the morning on a Friday. He laid her down gently on the couch. She wore no makeup, no jewelry of any kind, and there were dark circles under her eyes, but she was grinning wildly. Jet knew he didn’t look any better. She still had her apron on and he reached under her and untied it. She already had her jeans unbuttoned and pulled them down to her knees, not bothering to take them off. Her thighs gleamed in the light of the lamp on the coffee table.
Jet pulled down his pants, erection flying high, and lined up with her pudenda, a ripe blonde mound between her legs. When he put it in she was so wet and hot with lust and a buildup that was years and years old. They both groaned happily at the entrance and he began to rock in and out of her. Lisa was beaming. Jet pressed his mouth to hers, fondling her braless breast over the cloth of her tank top.
It didn’t take long before she was shivering with an orgasm, laughing, her head jerking back into the cushions. He came with her, an amazingly intense ecstasy bursting forth.
Lisa shifted, laying back on the couch so he could recline beside her. They were both panting and he could feel the heat radiating off of her, off of himself.
“Dude… that was… intense,” she breathed.
“It took me so long to tell you.”
She watched him, bright green eyes regarding him warmly.
“It’s okay. I think I knew. Even dark sunglass cannot hide the eyes of love.”
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