Chapter 09: Back to the Carousel
Shortly after lunch I was finally able to reach Marjorie on the telephone. I had tried calling the apartment at least six times and her cell phone about four times before she finally answered.
"I'm glad I finally reached you, I didn't get to see you this morning," I said, trying to conceal my concern that she hadn't tried to get in touch with me.
"Yes, I guess I just missed you at the apartment and Allison and I've been shopping."
"Shopping?"
"Yes, we're gonna dance tonight, but we had to get something else to wear."
"Dancing tonight, but I thought Saturday..."
"Star called in sick and they didn't want to be short of girls on a Friday night. Luckily I was in finishing our paperwork when all this happened. They asked if Allison and I could come in a day early."
"Wow, then you're dancing tonight?"
"You'll come and see us won't you? We need all the support we can get," she asked.
"Of course, how could I miss your debut?"
"We really debuted last night, but that was a bit different."
"I hope so," I said, wondering for the first time how I might feel watching a bunch of guys groping at Marjorie, dipping their tips into her panties. An odd tingling sensation started churning in my stomach. Suddenly I felt confused at it all, not really sure if the thought of her dancing for all those horny guys would turn me on or simply eat at me.
"Look I've got to go start getting ready for tonight."
"What time do you go on?" I asked.
"I think about eight o'clock, if I hear something different I'll try to give you a call."
"Okay, see you then," I said hanging up the phone. "Try and give me a call?" I asked myself... "Try and give me a call?" Damn, what the hell was last night? That tingling in my stomach seemed to get worse.
On edge the rest of the day at work, I finally headed out a little before four o'clock and headed home. I figured I would fix something to eat and take my time getting ready for my night at the Carousel, but I found myself rushing though dinner, taking a quick shower and ready to leave within an hour.
With still nearly three hours before the girls went onstage I wasn't sure what I would do. I considered going to a movie but didn't figure I'd get out early enough to get back to the Carousel by eight. I finally convinced myself it would do the girls good if I stopped by their apartment. I could drive them to the club if they were too nervous.
Fighting the urge to speed all the way over there, I still made it to the apartment a bit before 6 pm. Allison met me at the door and made a big production, finishing with a passionate kiss to my lips. We pulled apart and I saw Marjorie standing by the door to her bedroom. She immediately turned, stepped inside and closed the door.
"What was that about?" I asked Allison.
She simply shrugged and said, "Hey, would you mind driving Marjorie to the club, I'm gonna go on ahead."
"Sure," I answered, figuring Marjorie and I would find something to do with some extra time before heading over to the Carousel.
"Great," Allison said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you there."
She headed out the door and over to the parking lot. Closing the door, I noticed it was a long time before she tried to start her car. Finally, I heard it begin to growl and after a few tries the car started and she was off.
I went to Marjorie's door and knocked lightly, "Marjorie, can I come in?"
"I'd rather you didn't; I'm not dressed yet."
"But we've seen each other, slept together," I answered, turning the knob and moving the door slightly.
WHAM! The door slammed closed again and as I pulled my hand from the knob I heard the lock click. She locked the door!
"Marjorie, what is wrong? What's happened?"
"You know what's happened?"
"No, I don't, tell me what's..."
