Story on Display: Bacchus' Mistress

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Chapter Three: Rebekkah the Angel:

My eyes stayed on Silver Dreamer as she disappeared off stage after her performance. The music mixed into another song and another stripper appeared on stage. I didn’t notice this new broad. My mind was on the younger girl. I had to learn more about her. I found myself rising to my feet and following after her. I went through the narrow back way to the dressing rooms. The pink lights drowned my eyes. The scent of expensive perfume choked the air. This was where the girls got ready to entertain the smucks with their bodies. I’m willing to bet very few guys have been allowed back here. Security must be watching the show tonight. I don’t see anyone else back here.

I walked quietly through the narrow hall. My eyes scanned the many doors on either side of me. It’s like the Matrix and Alice in Wonderland back here. I’ll just have to take a guess to find my stripper. Suddenly, something caught my ears. It sounded like somebody was shouting. I strained in for a closer listen.

“Let me go, Jason!” I heard a girl screaming. “It’s over!”

“But I still own you, bitch!” I heard a man shoot back.

“I’m not your property!” the girl screamed.

“I will always own you, bitch!” he snapped. Their voices drew me outside. I peeked out the back exit. My stripper had gotten into a tangle with an older boy. He held her tightly by her slender wrist. She was trying to pull away from him.

“Let go of me!” she snapped again. The girl spat right in his face. This angered her gentleman friend.

“You bitch!” he barked. The boy slapped her in the face. The stripper gritted her teeth in pain and anger. Something snapped in my apathetic persona. I rushed forward and pushed them apart. The boy fell backwards to the street.

“What the fuck are you doing?!?” he barked at me. I shot around to him.

“Didn’t your mama teach you not to hit girls, son?” I asked.

“What’s it to you,shithead?” the young man barked. I stepped right on his leg. Boy, did the kid scream in pain. His cigarette fell out of his mouth and rolled to the curb, still lit. He lifted his head at me as if it was on strings.

“Who the hell do you think you are, you son of a bitch?!?” the kid barked. “This is between me and my bitch!” I stamped on his leg even harder. I almost got a hard-on from hearing that son of a bitch scream in pain.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to talk smack to me,” I told him.

“Suck my cock!” he barked. I stepped on his leg once again. He cried out loud. I gave him a stoic look.

“Anything else you want to throw at me?” I asked. “Or do I have to…” I slowly lifted my foot and aimed it over the young man’s crotch. His eyes widened fast.

“No, no! Not that!” he cried. I smirked at him. Not so much of a tough guy, huh?

“You going to leave the lady alone?” I asked.

“Yes!” the young man cried. “Just don’t crush my nuts!” I lowered my foot to the ground.

“Good,” I said. “Now get your ass out of here.” He hobbled away as best as he could. I shook my head at him and turned back to the stripper.

“You alright?” I asked. She nodded at me impressed.

“Y-You’re that guy in front of the stage!” she gasped.

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “Care to walk with me?”

Silver Dreamer nodded at me. “S-Sure,” she said. We turned and walked into the alley. I looked at my new companion up and down. She looked much thinner close up without all the glitter, make-up, and lights. The gray cloak she covered herself with seemed to swallow her tiny body whole. She still looked so young. The child still looked cold despite the New Orleans night heat. I could tell that she knew that I was watching from the way she tried not to look at me. My eyes didn’t leave her, however. I kept trying to study her so closely.

“What’s your name?” I asked. The girl glanced up at me.

“Silver Dreamer.”

“No, what’s your real name?”

“My real name?”

“Yes, you have a real name. What is it?”

She paused for a long moment. “Rebekkah. Rebekkah Foster.”

“That’s a pretty name. How old are you on, Rebekkah? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Fifteen.”

“Fifteen? What’s a fifteen-year-old doing dancing for money?”

She looked down at her feet. “It’s a long story.”

I gently patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, we have all night.” She seemed to press her lips together.

“Okay…”

“One more question before I shut up, okay?”

She didn’t speak. I faced forward.

“Okay… Who was that creep who was grabbing on you?”

Rebekkah looked down at her feet. “My ex-boyfriend.”

“Ah.” We didn’t speak anymore. We just spent the rest of the night walking through the city. It’s hard to say what it was at the time, but she woke something up inside of me that I thought I had lost years ago…

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