August

Diana

Morris thought it'd be a great idea for us to go shopping for new performance outfits. He brought me along to get my honest opinion....Good choice...

I try on a skin-tight lace jumpsuit, exiting the dressing room to check myself out. "¿Mi culo se ve grande en estos pantalones?" I ask.

"Si." A janitor answers as he passes by.

I wink, "Good.".

Morris and the boys, discuss what I said cluelessly, looking at me over their shoulder.

I roll my eyes and scoff, continuing to search for more clothes. Morris catches up. "Damn baby, I didn't know you spoke spanish."

"You didn't ask."..

By the time we were ready to go, each man had about five bags on each arm, looking as if gravity was pulling them to the ground and they were fighting it. All but Morris, who'd been carrying a single satin red and grey robe.

"No puedo creer que pagaste $400 por estate meirda." I shake my head.

The same janitor from earlier heard what I said, and laughed mopping away.

First Avenue 7:45

Returning to the club, needing my daily dose of First Avenue, I am expected to perform tonight at 8:35. I enjoy making the audience squeal and cheer with excitement. They adore me, especially the men, when I croon to them the just melt like ice in coffee. And forbid, if I lay finger on them, there's no telling what will happen.

"Enjoying the performance tonight?" Morris startles me.

"Yea, who is she?" I fix his scarf up a bit.

"Some, chick named Janet. She related to that Michael fella."

Fascinated, I watch her flaunt around on the stage. "Got me own life, I wanna make my own decisions," She sang.

"Isn't that Terry, Jimmy and-" I squint my eyes trying to figure out the last person. "And isn't that Jerome?"

"Yes indeed, she works for Us now."

Her performance finishes and the lights go dim. The beautiful melody of a ballad begins to play.

"Each time time the Wind Blows
I hear your voice so
I call your name

Whispers at morning
Our love is dawnin
Heaven's glad you came

You know how I feel
This thing can't go wrong
I'm so proud to say I love you" Michael sings.

I see he's finally come to his senses.

"Your love's got me high
I long to get by
This time is forever

Love is the answer.

Charlene:
I hear your voice now
You are my choice now
The love you bring,"

I was fuming with rage, concealed it from showing My lips tightened as my teeth clenched shut. My nostrils flared. My hand balled up into a fist, shaking with fury.

Of course he's got a perra.

I intentionally dropped the wine glass, watching it shatter to the floor, I stormed off leaving the mess.

"Both: And if I stop Then tell me just what will I do."

I made my way around the crowd to the backstage, their voices harmonizing together made my ears wanna bleed.

"I just can't stop
*hic*
Lovin'
You." He sang sealing the end of the song with a kiss..

Writer

Diana sucked her teeth, her expression was an unhappy one. She evil eyed the woman who could ruin her chances of being a star.

"Ms Rockwell, you're about to go on." A stage member warned her, prepping up her hair a bit.

She removed her robe and heads out into the stage with Morris.

Lady Marmalade plays, and she began to sing. 

Michael and Charlene had found a seat at one of the tables closer to the bar, getting a greater view of the entertainment.

Diana kept her eyes locked on Michael, the whole performance. He watched back his jaw slightly dropped, his eyes stayed still.

She had him under her spell.

She dances along to the bridge, belting into the mic, sending the crowd to cloud nine, all but Michael. He motionless and speechless.

Diana mouths "I Love You" pointing directly at him, or so he thought...

The night ends with Michael taking his Camaro to Charlene's home, then his. Once he reached his house, Diana was still on his mind. It'd started to get under his skin, traveling throughout his body. Then a strong insatiable desire to touch her, won him over. He tried to put the thought of her out of his mind, but it came back more resilient. 

He laid in bed, letting his fantasy become a perfectly rendered out hallucination. It was Diana, her hair pinned up in the back, letting the rest fall onto her caramel shoulders, that had been barely covered by a black robe decorated in roses. 

She leaned against the door frame her eyes seductively fixed on him. Her perfect red lips curved into a smile, challenging him to kiss. "You know you want me.." Diana spoke dangerously. 

She then drifted closer to him, and loitered by his bedside, awaiting his next action. He left his mattress, standing a single inch away from her. His red shirt revealed, the mocha skin beneath. Diana gently placed her soft fingers onto his chest, playing with the lining of his button up. Her fingers brushed over his chest, letting him know..This was no hallucination. 

She undid one button, then another, then another. 

He did nothing to stop her. Not a single thought in his mind told him that this was not okay, he was completely under her spell...

Next day, 8:00 in the morning 

Michael wakes up later than what he usually does, this time his bed sheets completely uneven, some of his clothes surrounded the bed, and a sleeping Diana lying next to him again...

The memory of him and Diana getting intimate, had become pretty hazy with in his mind. Some started to come back like missing pieces of a puzzle, a puzzle that'd remain unfinished. He rolled back over in bed, the back of his head resting on his forearm, letting the memory haunt him like a phantom.

Diana stretches her arms out, rolls over places her chin in her hands, onto his chest. "Whatza matter baby?" She asked, her velvety voice unaffected by slumber. 

Michael let's out a huff. "Nothin', baby....."

He repeats softly."Nothin..."....

Ok, first off I'd like to say, I am not Spanish, however Diana is half Hispanic and half black. I had to use a Spanish translation website,
which I forgot the name of. I'm sorry if it didn't come out correctly, or offended anyone. Credit for the Spanish phrases, goes out to that website. By the way, I feel this chapter, was pretty short....🤔
~💋Dirty Diana💋~