Abby managed to cover the spot on her bed with a blanket, then dealt with her parents by simply pleading illness and to let alone when they got home.
There was a club down town that was a mix of classy and naughty. Cygnus was the name, and most of it was decorated in tones of sleek elegant black, shiny ivory, and bright glowing cyan. Water features and black lighting were everywhere, enhancing the suave exotic flavor of the place. Faux stars shone on the ceiling, and swans were everywhere in the decor. It featured a simple high class restaurant in one section, a neon bar in another section, and an entertainment stage in another section.
Tonight for the early evening, things were simple. Various bands tried their gigs. Then, the lights dimmed and the girls started coming out to entertain. One girl in particular was someone with a stage name of Candi. She took the stage in an outfit of black catsuit pleather and shiny gold fringe making up the skirt. Thick dark auburn curls were mostly pinned back while a few spiraling tendrils draped her shoulders. Her skin was alabaster, which was a shock next to her dark red hair. Her makeup was lightly vintage and slightly dark. Her song was a cover of Shakira's "Whenever, Wherever". While the song was old, as the lights dimmed and focused on her, and she began to move her body with the grace of someone who was turning ballet on its ass while singing the song in a deep sultry voice that was loud and clear. As the song picked up pace, she made use of every inch of the stage, spinning, twisting her hips around, using her arms and legs to propel her and pose her in alluring postures matching the words and emotion of the song. It was clear, when she danced and sang, she was doing it from her soul. Then, when the song picked up to the highest tempo, she ripped the catsuit dress from her body to be left in a two piece red and gold thong with tassel trim at her ribs and hips to draw attention to the way she moved, shaking her hips, her chest, her hair that had fallen free in a long curtain of dark auburn curls. She even used the pole to dance on, and flirt with her audience. It was like sex on a stage. When the song ended, she grinned as though she had just came in the ending o her routine.
She left the stage to the next performer, but she didn't leave the club. Instead, she appeared on the main floor with the rest o the patrons, dressed in a tight black and red corset, a skirt barely long enough to cover her ass, and heeled boots that laced up to the knees where black fishnet stockings rose up to garter hooks. The garters were done in red ribbon tied at the back. Her hair was free to drape her shoulders and back. One thing was noticeable, she had Abby's face in an older, naughty girl package.
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