Perti regales Cassie with stories of Lochlyn's childhood while he looks puckishly red faced at the memories. Cassie grabs a hold of Lochlyn's arm in a fit of laughter. "Perti I don't remember that at all." He denies after she tells a particularly embarrassing story about a failed attempt to sneak out of the house. The result had him hanging from the roof by the seat of his pants.
Perti sniffles her tears of merriment to a stop then puts her hands on her hips, "You look like bugman up there!"
Lochlyn now joins in the mirth, "Perti I think you mean SPIDERman." At this point Cassie can't breath. "Alright I have to alleviate some of the estrogen intake. I feel a little overwhelmed." In the car Lochlyn reaches for his iPod and starts clicking through. "You said you were into glam rock right?"
"Yeah it's awesome!" She snaps the buckle in place but pauses as T-Rex fills the small space. She shakes her head as the strains of "Cosmic Dancer" take her over. In almost a whisper she says, "I love this song."
He only smiles before turning up the music a bit, "I figured you would." They sit in a fitful silence, as Marc Bolan's bluesy sounds just make for a feel good time with an emphasis of being lackadaisical. She looks out of the window at the scenery while he steals glances at her from time to time. She wonders if she should tell him about her ex, George. 'Yeah dummy, and why not share that bit of info with George too?' Her mind sneers.
His voice cuts into her thoughts, "I've been wondering...after your job is finished here...um...do you ah...have...do you need to get back immediately...for another job or something?" She turns back to him and the uncertainly and anxiousness that mar his face it too cute for words. They're so affected by each other at this point that new doubts are growing like bacteria. They haven't taken any time to weigh out what exactly is becoming of their tryst and on some unconscious level neither wants to face it...until now.
"No, nothing after this. I was planning on taking a break for a little." She isn't lying; she does plan on taking a break after this job. She doesn't tell him it's partly because she wanted to finally plan her wedding. She gives a weak smile before swallowing hard and looking back at her hands in her lap. She doesn't notice his smile of satisfaction.
"You work hard, don't you Cass?" He looks straight ahead as he speaks to her and she looks up to him when he steals a glance.
She gives a tired chuckle, "You have no idea. I wish I could live a simpler life."
"What do you mean? You want to give up dancing?"
She gives a thoughtful look then slowly shakes her head, "No it's not that. I love dancing. Yes I went kicking and screaming at five but by ten it was like breathing to me. I love what I do but it takes a toll with the tours, being a step a head of the game, the evil fake people. When I say simpler I guess I mean I want something more stable...more real."
He nods solemnly, "Like your dance studio/wellness spa idea."
She crinkles her nose; "I forgot I told you about that. Stupid huh?"
"Why do you say that?" He asks, genuinely wanting to know the answer.
"It's just a dream I have. I'd love to make it happen but..."
"But nothing. As my father used to say, all you need is the WHW."
"What pray tell is the WHW." She giggles as she folds her arms over her chest.
"It's the why, how, and where of any business." She frowns in confusion by the definition and nods her head once to get him to finish. "Why do people want what you're selling? How do you plan on getting them there? Where do you plan on getting the money to make it happen?"
Her mouth goes into a quick "oh" and she thinks for a moment. "I don't know the where and I'm pretty sure I can figure out the how. The why is simple, I want a place where women can go and feel like the goddesses that they are. You know woman all were once treated like that in most ancient civilizations. I believe the reason why women flaunt their sexuality the way they do is because they forget their sensuality."
"Aren't they relatively the same thing?"
"Some would say yes but I think not. The sexuality is there to give and your sensuality lures on it's own. In matriarchic societies, women were treasured beacons for their talents such as dance, painting, and stimulating conversation. Now it's all skewed. I hate popping my ass for studio execs just so they can send me to a girl barely old enough to vote, so she can tell me that she wants quote, 'hotter moves'. Let's not get into the makeup. Nothing's natural anymore. It's all chemically enhanced poison that woman just continue to slather on their faces and bodies. For what you ask? Usually it's for a man." He gives a hurt look before clutching his chest with a mocking scoff. She laughs and continues, "You know what I mean. I want to create a place for girls and women by women so they can learn how to be women again in all their glory. I want to create a healthy environment where issues can be discussed in an open dialogue. From yoga, to dance, to seminars, to all natural spa treatments; basically anything really to build womanhood back to their thrones." She turns to him after she finishes her tirade and he promptly begins clapping.
She laughs and hits him playfully in his right arm. "I hope you have room for us lowly men once the thrones are in place love."
"Eh I guess we'll need towel boys and toe nail painters along the way." He cuts his eyes at her and she only laughs harder. He begins to tickle her with one hand as they pull into the studio. He's still pawing at her as he walks her in the building. The receptionist stares but goes back to what she's doing when Cassie swats at Lochlyn's hands that pinches her ass. "You're gonna get it!" She hisses through a grin then turns to walk past the front desk. He's on her heel and pulls her back to his front once they're out of eyesight and earshot of the desk.
He rubs his growing need for her on her soft rump. "You shouldn't make checks your ass can't cash darling." He spins her around and corners her on a wall next to a window that peers in on a studio of dancers. "Now what exactly am I gonna get?" She slips her hands up to meet around his neck and gives a throaty sigh. She leans up and catches his lips between hers. She breathes in his masculine scent of neroli and vetiver then melts into his body as the blend of sweet irises ignites her desire for him. His tongue swirls luscious circles in her mouth sending chills up her spines. He breaks the kiss and his head darts left and right looking for somewhere to take her so she can pay up. He originally thought to just take her off road somewhere but he didn't want her or him to be late. Once they got there the fire rages once more and he wants to take her to the nearest quiet spot to have his way with her. The sight of the receptionist quails that heat fast though but now this kiss opens a new can of worms. Just as he spots the restrooms, what comes from the ladies section nearly makes his heart stop. 'Catherine?' he thinks.
Cassie feels him stiffen next to hers and turns to see what he's staring at but her phone rings and she grabs it. The screen flashes 'George' and her palm tightens so hard around the device it creaks. His attention looks down to her and he notices her white knuckles on the phone. She looks up to him, "Um...I better take this. I'll be right back." He nods and watches her back disappear around a corner. He turns back to where he saw Catherine, but she's no longer there. He walks to the end of the hall where he spotted her and stops in front of a window then sees her. His nostrils flare and fists clench as she looks up from the bar she's stretching from. She catches his glare through the mirror and her expression reciprocates his the same way.
