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An Innocent Dance

Peridot-Kitsune

Peridot-Kitsune

Planetoid
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Sep 27, 2016
Location
The Dreamscape
"You've never seen a woman naked?!?" A woman's voice cried out, the voice slightly slurred as the woman was a little drunk. "H-hey! I didn't say that Kristy... I just haven't been in the same room" Izac rushed to defend himself, it was another night out with a few of his friends, all of which happened to be woman.

Izac had a very feminine figure for a guy and was often mistaken for a woman not that he cared much what people thought of him. Most of his friends were female as he tended to get along with them easier and they seemed relaxed around him.

"Strip Club" Izac heard the words mentioned as he drifted back into the conversation "What...?" He asked as the three girls infront of him, Kristy, Sophie and Dawn, grinned to each other infront of the neon flashing sign that read LIVE NUDES XXX "Come on Izac we'll pay for your first lap dance" Sophie teased as Dawn and Kristy lead him into the building that was booming with music.

Inside the strip club was classier than Izac had seen from movies. There were several stages set up with Men and Women crowding around them. There were also private booths and a clear divider for the back room, where assumedly the private dances were held. "See any girl you like Izac?" Sophies voice asked just behind his ear "I uhm..." he paused still a bit overwhelmed at how different this place was compared to his expectations "I'm kidding there's a list of girls and photos Kristy and Dawn already got us a booth" a gentle hand against his back lead the shorter blonde towards their friends.

"Overwhelmed?" Dawn asked grinning to which Izac sheepishly nodded "Relax they have tablets with all the girls on them and prices" Sophie chimed in before Kristy finished "How about we pick a girl for Izac then?" The three woman nodding to each other while a waitress placed a tray of drinks, that they had ordered earlier infront of them. "Guys enough teasing you don't need to do this" Izac tried to take control of the situation but between their intoxication and the loud music Izacs protests went unnoticed.
 
The girls ignored his protests, the three of them crowding around one of the offered tablets as they scrolled through photos of the dancers. Too thin... too heavy, liable to break the poor boy... too muscular... too inked, too pierced... but finally...

Just right.

The three girls grinned to each other and then at Izac as Sophie selected their choice. She had a reasonable hourly rate, as well as special prices for single dances and a few other services. As Izac's friends confirmed their decision and entered their payment information, the girl in question slipped from the back room where she'd been notified that she had a client. She sauntered towards their table with a seductive smile, and thankfully, she saw him before he saw her.

She couldn't even remember how long it had been, at least ten years since she'd seen him. He hadn't changed much at all, still as lithe and feminine as ever, and she was still painfully aware that she really liked that about him--maybe because it didn't bother him, or maybe because he was just so damn cute. Either way, the realization made her pause, forgetting her job for a moment, but she shook the thoughts from her mind and prayed he wouldn't recognize her--at least not yet--as she made her way to his booth, where he sat with three other girls.

"Hey," she greeted with a smile, keeping her voice low and husky to add to the effect and further conceal her identity. "I'm Ginger. Have y'all decided which of my services you'd like?" She glanced between Izac and the girls, hoping her inescapable southern drawl didn't give anything away. This particular situation made her very thankful for the stage name--something like Desdemona Howard was just too recognizable. She'd dyed her hair red to match the name, but she couldn't do anything about her white-blue eyes. With how long it had been though, she doubted he could discern that the tall, curvy woman who stood before him now was the same little girl who'd tackled his bullies to the ground in elementary school.
 
"You really don't have to do that...." Izacs continued protest was ignored as the three woman picked out a stripper for him. Once they had decided on something it was impossible to get them to change their minds "This one" Kristy finally said as they picked Ginger out.

It wasn't long before she had sauntered over without Izac even glancing her way. When she talked the inescapable southern drawl brought back memories of someone he hadn't thought about in a very long time. A smile slowly formed on his lips as he thought about Desmonda one of the few people in his school that didn't pick on him for the way he looked and how he carried himself. Desmonda was the first girl he had been friends with and if he was honest with himself she was also the first person he had ever had liked in a romantic sense.

"I think he likes her" Kristy teased after noticing his smile. Izac looked from Kristy to Ginger a redness filling his checks "It's not th-" he began before he was interrupted by Sophie "Well this guy" she gave Izac a gentle push as the slightly drunk blonde continued "has never seen a woman naked before. So we were thinking maybe a private dance?" Izacs red face darkened at the idea of the curvy redhead dancing for him "Really guys it's okay..." he mumbled flustered but no one was paying him any attention.

Dawn entered her cards details "It's too late Izac just let the pretty girl take her clothes off for you" she cooed pushing the tablet forward with the payment accepted on screen and before he could protest Ginger took his hand and lead him into the private section where a row of sealed rooms were. Each room was the same a single chair set up infront of a small stage where a pole could be put in the middle. Izac was always one that was swept along with people and even now he let the stripper lead him into the room and into the chair.
 
"Ginger" was at a loss for words. After all these years, she couldn't believe Izac had yet to see a naked woman--she thought he was adorable, and was certain he wouldn't have gone untouched so long if they'd been able to stay together through school. But...better late than never.

She smiled as she took his hand and led him towards the back, slipping into a private room and shutting the door behind him. She wordlessly led him to the single chair, grinning as he sat down. "Any requests? Music or otherwise," she asked as she made her way up onto the stage. All she wore was the club-sanctioned bikini, in a sparkly silver to compliment her fair skin, so it would be a pretty boring--and unprofitable--strip without music to dance to.

"If it helps you feel better, makes you more comfortable, we get guys coming in for the same reason all the time. A lot don't even want to be here, so if you'd rather just hang out here for a few minutes and then go tell them whatever they wanna hear, that's fine too." She gave him a gentle smile, her old affections for her childhood friend coming flooding back...and possibly affecting her work.
 
"A..A song?" Isac asked a little confused "Umm... I might leave that to you" he laughed nervously before Ginger continued and what she said only made the femboy turn a darker shade of red "t... to be honest..." he begun before shaking his head "nevermind... I'd feel bad if I lied to them like that" he said with a sheepish smile he didn't want to admit that a stripper reminded him of his first crush "I wouldn't mind tal-" he begun before a tablet beside him buzzed. It was a song choice being selected but he hadn't selected anything and what's more a service had been locked in too. A close, personal lap dance. "I.. I didn't" he spoke confused before he remembered that Sophie, Kristy and Dawn all could select services and apparently songs.

The strippers smile was gentle and when put with her unique eyes it reminded him more of the girl who had defended him when no one else had. "I guess they really want to make sure..." he offered weakly. The song was on hold and Izac sunk a little deeper into his chair, it was both nerve wracking and thrilling to have Ginger, who looked very sexy in her bikini, dance for him. In comparison Izac who had repeatedly been mistaken for a girl, despite his suit, felt entirely out of place. The music started to play and the dark-haired femme smiled a bit up to Ginger. The song Dawn and Co had chosen was Def Leppards Pour Some Sugar on me a song He and Desdemona had listened to frequently as teens, Des even going so far as to jokingly call it Izacs stripper song. The irony made him laugh a little. "Sorry... a friend of mine always told me this would be my stripper song" He seemed to ease up and the song made him feel like he was hanging out with the girl he first kissed.
 
Des couldn't stop the broad grin that graced her face when the song started, giggling at the fact that Izac could remember such a thing as she approached the pole. She took long sexy strides in time with the beat, grabbing the pole and swinging around it as the chorus began.

Her body moved with all the fluidity of a practiced dancer, swaying her hips, sliding up and down the pole, always keeping her eyes on the boy. She'd never seen him in a suit before, and while it did little to distract from his femininity, Desdemona could confirm that a well-tailored suit is indeed to women what lingerie is to men. Paired with his dark blush, she wondered if she'd ever seen anything quite so enticing.

They had been each other's first kiss, but it had never gone much further, and Des couldn't hide her own blush as she untied her bikini top and let it fall away. Her breasts were round and perky, large but not overly so, as they'd always been once she'd hit puberty. The song was nearly halfway through, and she lowered to her knees, doing a half split as she flipped her hair around and pulled her bottoms down just a little to tease him before letting them snap back into place. She began a seductive crawl towards him, gracefully sliding off the edge of the stage and swinging a long shapely leg over his lap before straddling it. Her hips rolled, grinding against him as she tugged at the strings that held the bikini up on her hip bones before they, too, fell away. He couldn't see very much in their position though, so she stood to give him a better look, turning around to hide her blush as she sat back in his lap and writhed against him to the rhythm of the music.
 
Izac visibly gulped as Ginger approached the stage, the music growing as the tall, curvy woman began her performance. From the moment she started to stride Izacs sapphire eyes were entrapped by Gingers performance, he couldn't look away even if he wanted to. His embarrassment had melted away with the song and he relaxed into the chair, even leaning forward a little, to better watch the redheads sexually charged dance.

The redness in the femboys face had almost entirely faded but it all came back as Ginger slipped off her bikini top exposing her breast. Izac had only ever seen breasts in porn but Gingers round and perky chest put them all to shame, at least in his mind. The stripper didn't stop there however and as she dropped down to her knees to teasingly play with the bikini strings on her hips he leaned forward audibly gasping when she let them snap back into place.

Izac was completely engrossed in Ginger's performance, watching her crawl towards him made him sit back into the chair. His face returning to the deep dark red it was before while she mounted the chair, without even being aware of himself his hand brushed against her thigh before he quickly moved it away. "Sorry..." he mumbled under the assumption that no touching was a rule in every strip club. The grinding made Izac groan quietly, his obvious erection pressing against the now naked Ginger that writhed to the rhythm in his lap, it was almost too much for the virgin to take.

The song ended and Ginger was in his lap "Thank you?" He offered meekly, clearly unsure what to do now. "I... uhh.." the redness had spread to his ears, he didn't particularly want to go back out to his friends but now that the dance was over he wasn't entirely sure where to look.
 
The way he watched her, as though she had him in a trance, made Desdemona's embarrassment fade as quickly as his had. Her customers always looked like they wanted to take her to bed, but Izac looked outright smitten in that moment. It brought a smile to the false redhead's full lips as she wriggled against him, a soft gasp escaping her throat as his hand brushed her thigh and sent sparks of electricity through to her core.

When he apologized, she had to stifle a giggle. "Oh, don't worry about it sugar, touching's allowed so long as you don't get rough or try to put anything in me."

She was glad to be facing away from him when the song ended, unable to stop her pout. For the first time in her career at the club, Des didn't want the song to end, or for her client to leave so soon. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and it made her face grow warm again.

A wicked idea slipped into her mind. "Well now, you don't want to go out there with this," she wiggled her round backside against his hardness for emphasis, "do you? I couldn't let you go out to those girls like that in good conscience, they'd tease you for months! I'd be more than happy to give you another dance on the house, and I won't tell anybody if you decide to...take matters into your own hands." She winked at him over her shoulder, reaching over to scroll through songs on the tablet without leaving his lap.
 
Izac had to stifle a moan when Ginger ground against his erection "N.. no.." he breathed, she was right his friends were good people but they did enjoy teasing the trappy male and this was totally something that they would bring up all the time, hell he wouldn't be surprised if they had that intention from the beginning. "Is that r.. really okay? I don't want to get you into trouble" he protested weakly, between Gingers alluring body and her sexy moves it was hard to not think about getting off. Ginger's attempt to protect him from the girls mockery only brought Des more to mind which made him feel guilty about a stripper reminding him so strongly of his once best friend.

The guilt quickly washed away when Ginger took to the stage again. Izac was embarrassed to admit but between Gingers first performance and her grinding against him he doubted he could even last a full dance. The music started up again and once again Izac felt pulled into the performance, so much so that he almost forgot that she had okay'd him to take matters into his own hands. Quietly he unzipped and grasped his erection, cock standing harder than he ever had been. He slowly started to stroke himself while watch Ginger's fluid and sensual moves, the beating growing faster paced as she continued to dance until almost half-way through Izacs femme face scrunched up as he came, hard.
 
His weak protests and eventual agreement made Des grin, putting on Sex by Motley Crue so that she could really move for him. Now in nothing but sparkling silver platform heels, she returned to the stage as the song began.

The tempo of the song gave her a bit more creative freedom, and she used it. A few hair flips, a little grinding on the pole, and she noticed Izac freeing his erection. She grinned to herself and spun around the pole, holding onto it above her head and behind her back as she faced him and used her upper body strength to lift off the stage and spread her legs wide in a full midair split.

This particular song also gave her plenty of opportunity to show off one of her biggest assets, which was...well...her ass. She turned and dropped down low, bouncing it with the beat as she watched him over her shoulder. When the song came to an end, so did Ginger's dance, her death drop executed with a sense of finality that fell perfectly on time with the last note. She grinned as Izac came, her eyes watching hungrily as one phrase repeated over and over in her mind: better late than never.

She sauntered off the stage, approaching the pretty boy with a sultry but tender smile. "You sure are cute when you cum," she purred, stopping in front of him and letting an open hand caress his chest through his shirt. "Do you need any tissues or help cleaning up before you go?"
 
Panting softly Izac sunk deeper against the chair; the second song had lead to a performance with more energy than the first. The way Ginger worked her body to the music would leave deep images in Izacs mind and yet the gentleness that followed after brought Des to mind once again, it was a little eerie. The pretty boy flushed slightly at the odd compliment "I've never... done this..." he was still panting a little. Straightening up at her caressing he nodded "Yes.. um.. please, if you could" he stammered slightly. The dancer walking past him, her ass at eye level giving the poor boy an eyeful, he could feel his ears burning and his erection beginning again so he looked away.

"It's kinda funny" he began, eyes being drawn back to the naked figure as though she were a magnet. "You..." he sigh softly "I'm not trying to be creepy but you remind me of a friend... from a long time ago... she had eyes like yours" now he couldn't stop himself smiling. When Ginger came back with tissues something happened, maybe it was the light hitting her face the right way or maybe it was her reaction or just that he had been thinking so much about Des but it was unmistakable now "Desdemona..." he spoke softly but met her eyes, the woman infront of him now that had stripped for him was Des now that he saw it he couldn't believe he had missed it.

Now he was frozen, cum a mess against his skin, half erect penis still in hand and only now realizing his childhood friend and first kiss was the stripper Ginger. He wasn't sure how she would react, if she would even remember him. So many thoughts hit his mind but nothing would come out.
 
Every private room was equipped with tissues and cleansing wipes, mostly in preparation of the occasional virgin who wouldn't even make it to touching himself before he burst. Des pulled several tissues from the box and snatched up a few of the moist wipes before Izac's words made her stop dead in her tracks.

"She had eyes like yours."

Fuck, Des thought to herself, her lips pressing together as though trying to contain a deep, dark secret. She forced a smile as she returned to him, lowering to her knees to clean him up with the tissues first. She wondered if the new angle showed him the roots of her hair, a black so dark that it turned blue under proper light, because the next thing she knew, he was whispering her name--her real name.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Her eyes, wide and round in terror, flew up to meet his. She felt like a deer in headlights. She was sure she looked like a deer in headlights. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to form words but having little more luck than he did. Slowly she returned to cleaning him, tossing the last of the tissues aside in favor of the wet towelettes.

Finally, stupidly, she forced out, "It's Ginger when I'm here, Izac."
 
Izacs mind swarmed with thoughts,Des is a stripper named Ginger being one of the ones that floated to the surface. "Y... you look good" he squeaked out, it didn't seem possible but the trappy male was somehow turning more red. He zipped his pants back up, mind reeling so much that he didn't have time to be mortified by her not only seeing him masturbate but also helping clean it up afterwards.

It had been close to a decade since he had last seen Des and now here she was the first woman that Izac had ever seen naked in the flesh. He couldn't help but smile at the irony, if the universe wasn't playing a joke on him someone had to be. Now his eyes looked from the pretend redhead then away, she was still naked and now he didn't know where to look. "Still looking after me" he mumbled "Just like high school... oh, fuck, sorry this must be so awkward... I won't mention anything" he met her eyes, still finding it a little hard to believe that Ginger was Desdemona but it was unmistakable.

The light's in the room grew brighter, signaling the end of Izacs time. He got up eyes glued to the floor, Des' naked body still infront of him, "It was good seeing you... wait fuck not like that I didn't mean n.. naked.. just..." he floundered he hadn't realized how much he had missed Des and how his feelings for her hadn't changed. He wanted to ask when she got off work but he already felt like he had violated her work place just by simply coming here oh god, she saw me cum... the feeling of dread washed over him.
 
God, that blush is still fucking adorable, Des thought to herself, blushing when he told her she looked good. She suddenly felt a bit self conscious, now that her secret was out and they were both faced with their childhood best friend--and crush, at least on Des's part--catching them with their pants down, so to speak.

His murmur about how she was still looking out for him, just like high school, only brightened Des's blush as she covered her shaven slit with one hand and her nipples with the other. When he stumbled over his goodbyes, she couldn't stop the girlish giggle that escaped her lips; another throwback to their school days. Suddenly he seemed to lose a lot of the color in his face, and she could only assume the full gravity of what they'd just done had finally hit him.

"I-I get off in a couple hours," she stammered, feeling a bit stupid for even mentioning it. Surely he wouldn't want to see her now. Those she was close to didn't like to think about her being a stripper, and her clients didn't like to think about her being a person. She could only imagine what was going on in Izac's mind, trying to connect the girl he'd grown up with to the naked dancer in front of him. But still...she had to try. "At ten. I-If it's not too late, maybe you could give me a ride home? Y'know...protect me from the creeps for a change." She gave him her best attempt at a playful smile, but she was sure it looked more pleading and almost desperate than anything else.
 
Izac was about to leave when Ginger, No she was still Des to him, stammered that she would be off work in a few hours. He froze at the door standing still for a moment before he looked back at her, the way she sat covering herself and the vulnerability in her eyes he hadn't seen Des in such a way before "I'll be there" he said quietly "10pm I.. I'll protect you for a change" he couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face "I owe you so much De- uhh Ginger" he corrected himself.

The pretty boy left Ginger in the room to redress and do what she needed while he headed back to the table with his friends. "How was it Izac? Did you get to touch her boobs" Kristy laughed drunkenly, apparently they had ordered a few more rounds while he was getting a lap dance "Enjoy the song huh?" Dawn prodded him with a grin "Mmph she looked like she knew how to work her body" the brunette continued "You guys are drunk" he laughed trying to shrug off their drunken teasing.

Izac sat with the three woman for a bit before he spoke up "I'm coming back to pick her up after work..." he said to the drunken crowd, all of whom paused staring at him "you're what...?" Sophie questioned she seemed to be the most sober of the group "Izac... that's a bad idea she's just trying to get more money out of you" the others nodding in agreement "It's just a lift guys" he defended, he couldn't tell them that the stripper turned out to be an old friend of his. The other three looked to one another, they knew Izac could be stubborn when he had decided on something so they let it drop... for now.

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10pm arrived and Izac had gone home, showered, changed and driven back to the strip club. He was parked just outside and leaned against his door waiting for Des to come out.
 
Des couldn't control the blush on her cheeks or the smile on her face as Izac departed. "It's a date." She dressed quickly, in an even bigger rush to finish her shift than usual. There was a room in the back where all the girls would get ready together--Des often thought it was a lot like the big backstage area in the movie Burlesque, with a row of vanity mirrors and racks of costumes for the main-stage dancers that had to spice it up a bit more than the regular sparkly silver and gold bikinis. She slipped in there to change into her street clothes once ten o' clock rolled around.

"You sure seem to be in a rush!" another of the dancers chimed, smiling brightly at Desdemona. She recognized the platinum blonde as Tiffany, better known by her stage name Bubbles. Des gave her a smile in return, unable to contain her excitement but not wanting to divulge why. It was common knowledge among the dancers that getting a ride home from a client was a terrible idea, for their own safety, but she'd feel awkward explaining that Izac was an old friend who'd happened to wander in and purchase a private dance before recognizing her. She bid quick farewells to her coworkers, giving some excuse about having to prepare for a family visit before she rushed out the door.

She spotted Izac in the parking lot and all but sprinted to him, blushing furiously at her own excitement as she stopped before him and mentally deliberated for a moment before throwing her arms around him in a fierce hug. Just the fact that he'd wanted to see her again meant the world to her, and since there was a bit more coverage now than when she only had the bikini on, she hoped it wouldn't embarrass him too much. Outside of work, Desdemona dressed more like she did in high school--rock band t-shirts, leather jackets, tight jeans with lots of wear and tear, and the same combat boots she'd had since freshman year.

"Ready?" she asked with a smile as she slid into the passenger seat. A bad car accident shortly before she and Izac had parted ways had left Desdemona with a paralyzing fear of driving, which often meant walking home when she couldn't get a ride from a friend or coworker. She was grateful for a chance to leave the mace in her pocket rather than grip it for a ten-block trek.

She gave him directions as he drove, and soon they were parked in front of her apartment building. She'd left a light on for her black lab Rebel, and it shone through the window. "Do you...wanna come in for a bit? Catch up some?" she asked sheepishly, giving another pleading smile to her old friend.
 
The bright smile on Desdemona's face brought Izac back, it was the same way she'd smile when she was getting into mischief with him. "At least that smile hasn't changed" he teased as they hugged, the familiar embrace bringing to mind a lot more memories between the pair. They had both changed out of their work clothes which for Izac was a plain blue tank top, a pair of jeans and his favorite black converse, shoes he had worn since being a teen. His attempt at trying to dress masculine only really lead to him looking like a tomboyish lesbian.

"Where are we going?" He asked as Des slipped into the passenger seat. The drive was short and quiet as the two seemed unsure what to say to the other but when Izac stopped infront of his childhood friends apartment she invited him up with a sheepish grin, "Yeah that'd be great" he replied knowing full well that Des would have found someway to convince him to come up if he had said no. He had learnt as a kid that it was pointless to try and tell Des no. He giggled girlishly, just like he had when he when he was with he as kids. Infact she was the only person he laughed like that around and he thought that maybe the comfort Desdemona used to bring was still the same.

Getting out of the car the pair went upto Des' apartment "Still wearing rock band t-shirts huh" he said as they climbed the stairs and as they got to the faux redheads floor he could hear a dog barking excitedly. The door opened and Rebel rubbed against Des and begun to sniff at Izac "Another black lab?" He asked while letting Rebel sniff at his hand before petting him. Inside the apartment, which was much fuller than his own bare studio apartment, he begun to look around a bit "So a... Stripper" he just kind of lamely addressed the obvious question , the redness on his cheeks had begun to grow again. He hadn't been in a woman's apartment by himself, let alone someone who worked as an exotic dancer but he pushed that last bit out of his mind. Des was Des no matter what she did for work.
 
His giggle gave Des flashbacks to the good old days, and she couldn't help but beam at the fact that she could still make him laugh like that.

When he agreed to visit with her for a bit, she all but squealed, eagerly leading him up to her second-floor apartment. She pulled a big jumble of keys from her jacket pocket, fumbling for a bit in her sheer excitement before getting the door unlocked and opened. She gave Rebel an affectionate pat and a scratch behind the ears before holding him back some to let Izac in. Her apartment was small, a bit cramped, but she didn't have enough stuff to clutter it and make it really small. They entered in the living room, which was bare except for a couch, a coffee table, and a short bookshelf with a television perched on top. There was one bedroom, which was the only way to get to the one bathroom, all equally minimal in their furniture arrangements. A small island separated the living room from the cramped kitchen.

"Yeah, I guess not much has changed," she answered when he asked about the band shirts and black lab, her face turning red when the inevitable question came up. "Except for that." She laughed, running a hand through her hair as she tried to come up with some semblance of a decent explanation. Everyone always wanted an explanation. Why a stripper? To which she would normally respond, Why a bank teller? Why a receptionist? Why a waiter? Let me do my fuckin' job, asshole. But the way Izac asked was different. He hadn't even really asked, but the question was there, hanging in the air between them as both their faces went red.

"Well, first of all, I prefer exotic dancer," Desdemona finally answered in her best diva voice, flipping her hair back and trying to lighten the mood a bit. "And...you know, hard times. This is the cheapest apartment I could find, and I'm still struggling. Rebel and I share food! People food, not dog food. I just give him, like, scraps and bits of meat from every meal..." Her voice trailed off, realizing she was rambling. "Do you want something to drink? I've got a pretty decent collection of cheap alcohol!"
 
"Sorry right of course..." Izac spurted out as Des put on her diva airs, the last thing he wanted to do was to offend her "W.. well if it's an consolation yo.. you're really good... not that I've seen a stripper before.. i mean exotic dancer... i mean you might not want to be good or.. i uhh... you know just you've got the body for it... not that I was thinking like that.. i mean..." he found himself floundering again, ears already burning up red. He clung to the offer of a drink like it was a life raft saving him from his own stupid mouth "Y.. Yeah that'd be great... whatever you've got is fine"

Rebel had come up to him leading to scratches behind the ear as Des made drinks for them "My friends said this was a bad idea... I didn't know how to explain properly" he laughed nervously "Not that I'd ever think you were like that" He called out after mumbling as Des returned with the drinks "they just don't know you like I do.... or well did" he seemed a little sad at that fact. Izacs family had moved to the city halfway through his junior year, his dad had been promoted. He still remembered all the tears he shed when he found out he had to leave Desdemona.

Des sat across from him an offered drink in hand which he accepted gratefully. Even after all these years it still felt like they were teens getting themselves into trouble. Izac nursed his drink "Work is work. I push papers for one of the big companies. Some of the guys joke around saying I'd be better off as a secretary." He sighed letting his head hang a little "Just like high school well except..." he stopped short of saying that Des wasn't there instead he took another sip of his drink. He was already feeling a bit light headed, his pettie frame and lack of drinking experience meant that practically the fumes could get him tipsy.
 
She blushed and smiled at his floundering, taking off her jacket and perching it on the back of one of the chairs at her kitchen table as she went to fetch the drinks. Her drink of choice was always Jack and coke, and she poured a second for Izac as he told her how his friends felt about him giving her a ride home. She didn't blame them--a few of the girls who really needed money would do a little extra on the side for anyone who could pay cash, usually just out in the parking lot. The girls knew better than to let an average client know where they lived, though. Izac's friends obviously had little knowledge of strippers, but that was just the way it was--people point fingers with one hand and jack off with the other.

When she sat across from him and offered his drink, Desdemona was alarmed to find that Izac looked sad. Like he was remembering bad times. But the only bad times she could remember were when he had to leave...oh.

Then he mentioned his work, and how the guys there thought he'd make a better secretary because of his feminine appearance, and she understood his sadness. "Sexist fucking assholes," she muttered as she took a sip of her drink. She wasn't quite as much of a lightweight as Izac, but the alcohol went to her head almost as quickly--especially when she had a tendency to guzzle an entire glass in a "sip".

That didn't make her any less sincere, however, when she reached across the table to take Izac's hand. "I'm here now," she said softly, sensing what he meant when he trailed off. She gave him a soft smile, bringing the Jack and coke to the table so she could refill their drinks quicker. She refilled her glass and topped his off. "I think we both deserved a night of good drinks and good company. Almost like fate, huh?" She laughed wryly as she sat back down. It seemed silly to ask if he had a girlfriend, considering the circumstances of their reunion, so she wracked her brain for other topics of conversation. "So...you got anything going with any of those girls I saw tonight?" she asked in a teasing singsong voice, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at him.
 
Izac felt his heart catch in his throat, Des was right she was here now and as there hands met he felt the same spark he had when she had taken his first kiss. It had all happened the week before he learned that he was moving, the two were hanging out as usual when Desdemona had suddenly pulled him into a kiss before slipping away with her usual smile, the one that Izac would've followed anywhere. He had planned to confess, planned to tell her how he felt but when he was told that they would be moving interstate he decided to put his feelings aside and spend time with his best friend.

"Fate huh..." he chuckled before nearly choking on his drink when Des asked if he had anything going on with Dawn, Sophie or Kristy. After some coughing and a mouth full of water he finalled answered "No.. no we just hang out after work. Dawn's into girls. Sophie has a boyfriend and Kristy was the first person to talk to me at work. She works on my floor I met the other two through her" he explained while taking short sips of the rum and coke, he was really beginning to feel it now "None of them are like you" he mumbled into his glass unsure if the heat he felt radiating off his face was from the booze or because he was sitting alone with Des in her apartment talking about if he had anything going on with his friends.

He leaned back in the couch feeling his head spin, he was definitely drunk. He had lost track of just how much he had drank as Des kept topping him off "I th-think... imma bit drunk" he laughed laying his head against the couch "I missed you Des... more than you know" was what he was trying to say but it came out slurred and quiet "Good company" he shouted giggling girlishly again before taking a big mouthful "awwh fuck... i gotta drive Des.. i gotta... I can't jus.. jus.. stay... I like you too much" he slumped a little into the couch his hand resting on her knee while staring up at the roof.
 
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