Codes- MF, oral, discussion of bisexual female polyamory.
Intro/Disclaimer- This story is satirical erotic fan fiction. Some characters are based on real people, but they are not the real people in question, rather fantasy characters based on them. I don't know Alicia Witt, Erika Christensen, or any other celebrities who appear herein in real life as anything more than a fan. Please consider this story a fantasy and nothing more. Please do not read it if you object to its content (explicit sex between a multitalented celebrity and her fan in a casual relationship) or do not understand that I wrote this for entertainment purposes only. Feedback is appreciated if you're inclined.
This story takes place during my previous Alicia Witt fanfic "The Rendezvous" shortly before the climactic scenes in the nightclub. You may want to read that story for full context. The "Passion" series is also connected with scenes before and after. It is also possible to enjoy this story on its own.
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Inside Out Nightclub, London, England. September 30, 2003.
Twentieth day of business, Doug Ramsay thought with a smile as he started his evening shift, looking around his club. We're doing well.
The London Inside Out Nightclub was filled nearly to capacity, and the evening had barely gotten started. A mix of young and middle aged patrons, many varied groups from college students to tourists, professional, punks, football fans, and goths, couples and singles. All seemed to be having a good time.
That's our niche, Doug guessed. Inside Out is an adult cabaret club with a stage, dance floor, live music, video arcade, bar, restaurant, meeting place, and love hotel. We cater equally to everyone, don't discourage anyone from visiting unless they misbehave. Casual dress code, low fair cover for all, friendly staff and atmosphere. I founded this place to encourage fun and good times. So far it's accomplished things well. My models are places like the Austin Warehouse District, Studio 54 in New York, and Kamurocho in Japan. I apprenticed with veteran club management, built connections with businesspeople and celebrities, and hope for long term success. I think I have a good chance.
The evening shift had a typical start. Doug got up, exercised, ate breakfast, and showered. He groomed his short dark blonde hair and beard. Dressed professionally in a dark blue button down shirt and black pants with dark running shoes. Horn-rimmed glasses framed his light blue eyes. His stocky dancer's body moved downstairs and into the club with clear efficiency.
He checked in with various staff from the previous shift, confirming there were no serious issues. Then he set up behind the bar and started talking to customers and serving drinks and keys for the love hotel's rooms. Doug was from East Texas but spoke in a faux upper class English accent. It concealed his speech impediment and put most local Londoners at ease.
Ninety minutes into the evening, two regular celebrity customers arrived. American actresses from Hollywood in London rehearsing a Mike Binder sex comedy movie, they often came in to relax after their day's work. Alicia Witt was a tall elegant slender redhead of nearly six feet in height and twenty-eight years while Erika Christensen was a twenty-one year old voluptuous blonde six inches shorter. They wore medium length evening dresses- red and blue respectively- with casual flat shoes. Doug was the same height as Alicia and four years younger. He was a big fan of both actresses and happy to serve them. Erika was closer to his age, more approachable generally, and single, so he connected better with her most of the time.
Nevertheless, when Alicia walked up to him and said, "I need your help with a personal matter please," he at once gave her rapt attention. They had high intelligence and open minds in common.
"What's up?" Doug asked. "Piano is free tonight if you want to do another concert." Alicia's main talent other than acting was singing and playing the piano. She had graced the club with nine concerts in the past three weeks, all spontaneous and freestyle but very popular.
"Not tonight." Alicia shook her head, cherry curls gleaming under the dance floor's lights. "I have a more serious issue. Can we have our usual drinks please?"
Doug nodded, then mixed those drinks. A freckled lemonade for Erika, who liked to stay sober. Alicia got a cinnamon vodka tonic, diluted with water because Doug knew she sometimes got overly anxious or depressed when drinking. She wasn't his most worrisome alcoholic customer, but he did want to keep her in a decent mood if possible. "Dave joining you later?" he asked, referring to the local stockbroker who was Alicia's current boyfriend.
Alicia frowned. "No, and you can forget I'm here if he shows up asking for me. He dumped me earlier today and I'm not interested in seeing him again."
"Okay," Doug noted. "Do you want my condolences?"
Alicia downed her drink and shook her head no, then tapped the glass.
Doug glanced at Erika as he served Alicia another round. Her eyes told him Alicia was having a rough day. Doug replied with his expression that he would help her out if he could. He excused himself for a moment to serve three other customers, then asked another bartender to take over his duties and call in additional staff. Then he returned to the patient Erika and Alicia. "Okay, tell me what happened from the beginning please."
These two are good friends of mine, Doug reminded himself. As much friends as customers, and celebrities of whom I'm a fan. They're my fans also, they frequent my club and have both enjoyed a bestselling sci-fi thriller book I wrote. We have a close casual connection. I've arranged entertainment for them both, danced with them, served them food and drinks. Erika has used the love hotel, though not with me personally as of yet. I'm hoping for a hook-up together sometime soon, but we're taking things slow by mutual understanding. Neither of us wants anything serious. Alicia- well, I wouldn't mind casual fun with her either, she's very friendly and attractive, but she wasn't single when I knew her before today.
No one was paying them much attention, he confirmed also. Erika and Alicia were not well known celebrities, B list at best, and the club expelled any known paparazzi, overly nosy eavesdroppers, or otherwise troublesome individuals. The music would also cover their conversation well.
"We got two new female co-stars on the movie today," Erika told him. "Names aren't immediately important. They may join us here later tonight. Suffice to say, we became close friends very fast."
"Very close," Alicia emphasized, sipping her drink slowly. "I got intimate with one of them, and Erika with both."
Doug raised his eyebrows. "I see. Was this before or after you broke up with Dave?"
"After," said Alicia. "It was my first time with another woman, actually. I enjoyed it, found a new side of myself."
Doug returned her brief grin. "Congratulations. Um, I'm guessing there was a problem, though."
