I dare you

"You can resist beauty, but you can't resist charm..."

Hazel

I hate to be patient, and I was never one to be accused of being one. However, I know timing is everything - so that equals patience.

"I'm a bitch, I'm a boss. I'm a bitch, I'm a boss - I'ma shine like gloss."

"Bloody hell." The words are leaving my lips in a muffled scream; what an awful tune! I try to reach for my phone without any luck and let out an involuntary groan. Why did I choose that lyric to wake me up, because I hate it.

Of course, I remember now, I never would. My roommate demanded it, it's apparently her metier. I move a hand over my face and through my hair; preparing myself mentally to move my legs. It's 6 am, and I'm not fucking used to waking up this early!

I'd usually have a slow morning routine, getting a little sweaty with a run or yoga - taking a long shower. After, I always eat my breakfast; plan my day, and prepare for work while listening to my morning playlist with a moisturizing facemask. However, it may vary slightly, often not.

"Turn it off..." I can hear my friend's raspy voice from the other side of the bed. I chuckle, stretching my arms over my head. Why isn't she in her bed in the guest room? "Waking up to you is always delightful." I yarn, trying to stretch my body into motion.

I have an apartment here in New York or more precisely Upper West Side, and my good friend Olive has her room down the hall. She just 'crashed' here once, and now it's been 5 months for both my bed and apartment.

Olive is my partner in crime, we work together at night in a burlesque club called The Savor, which I'm managing with Tess - my hero, my mother - the one who gave me another chance in life. My Queen.

Olive has beautiful dirty blond hair with natural waves going to her shoulder, it's simply messy, but she just has that gift, looking stunning even in the morning. I honestly believe that.

Except now, when I observe her half asleep, I reconsider. She looks way too comfortable here in my bed; with smashed makeup from last night and saliva running down her chin. Noted; don't stare so intensely at her in the morning...

"I like to remind you. This is a favorite of mine, darling." I wink at her and answer a little too delighted while I leap out of the bed and begin to sing along; dancing.

I have a little habit that if I feel the need to be charming - my brain switches over to British. Possibly because I lived in London for 6 years, worked a little, and studied at Global University. Now I have been back in New York for roughly 7 years.

"A show, what a morning." I hear her mumbling with a lot of sarcasm, maybe a secret smile. And when I turned around, I could see that she had moved up against the headboard, stretching her arms over her head.

"A show you will get," I answered while taking my phone, to switch to another song and begin to sing and dance again.

"... When marimba rhythms start to play. Dance with me - make me sway. Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore. Hold me close, sway me more..." Then I hear a cheerful laugh; clapping her hands in the rhythm of the music. "... fucking phenomenal as always." I send her a smirk and dance some more, swaying my hips, dipping low. I sensually move my hands up and down my body, giving a show like a professional. Wait, I am...

"Please, more of that ass." She gasped at me, sitting in bed, she was still swaying her upper body to the beat.

"What a charmer. I believe you're only fishing for a kiss." As indeed, I will give her that. She isn't joking around and answers quickly. "Give me one, and then get that beautiful ass ready." I slowly make my way to her without breaking my intense stare. I'm swaying my hips to give some extra show and then kneeling on the bed in front of her.

"Do you like me kneeling, darling?" And before words can leave her lips, I squeeze her cheeks with my hand, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Now, we need to stop this nonsense or I will be late." I begin to stand up, giving her a quick wink. I can't stand here all day, dancing in my underwear. That's just what temptresses do - it will have to wait for the weekend.

She gives me a bright smile, waving away my comment: "I know, I know. And by the way, I hope that your new boss is sexy as hell, " I chuckle at her forthrightly. I enjoy it when she is so straightforward, always bringing a smile to my lips.

"I almost agree, but you already know I applied online," I continue to speak to her - making my way to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. "Also, you were there when I applied." I head for the showers; feeling the need for a long one.

"On top of that, remind me to never make a bet ever again," I say, leaving my underwear behind to step into the shower. I never make promises, dares, or bets - gives me fewer expectations because expectations always lead to disappointments.

"My pleasure," she replied, laughing - her laugh sounds like soft music. Which pisses me off, and also makes me laugh a little, so I nearly choke from the water coming down my face. "Fucking terrific," I yell, trying not to drown.

As I stand here, thinking. I'm reminded of the day of the dare.

About a little over a month ago, I believe. I had a remarkably bad day, I was reminded of a past; my past. A long time ago I was consumed by an illusion I truly believed in, and memories like those taunt me. However, they are reminding me, that these experiences also define me.

I was whatever he needed me to be, I was his.

Never again, I remind myself. After this destructive period in my life, I learned a lesson; the responsibility to love myself unconsciously.

I shake my head and clench my hands behind my head, I will not reopen old wounds. Furthermore, that day a month ago, I found Oli and we got a little drunk.

After spending way too little time in the shower, I get out and dry myself. When I leave the bathroom with a towel around me and my hair, Oli is still sitting on the bed, looking up from her phone when I enter.

To my displeasure, she smiles and continues lecturing; "And when was the last time you did something for the first time?"

Fuck, she has used that sentence on me before; not going to fall for it again. Still, I didn't admit it the first time and I'm never going to admit it the second - but she is right.

I try not to give away anything or show her any emotions; so I quickly head for the walk-in closet. Ridiculous, why so reasonable questions? I make enough money, I don't need this nonsense... Mostly, I don't like her sensible questions.

Yes, I enjoy evolving; I naturally want to explore. I have always been comfortable in uncomfortable situations. So I want to blow my own damn mind.

You can remain in the same routine, and the same challenges, but if you don't leave your comfort zone - nothing will change. You can remain or evolve, it's your choice. And I already know mine, if I want to change.

"Good question, right? Is that why you aren't answering me?" I hear her hollering from the bedroom, and with that, she breaks me out of my thoughts; "Mentally, I'm at the beach." I muttered quickly, hoping she couldn't hear me.

She doesn't say anything further, and when I exit the closet in my favorite olive lingerie. Yes, I got it from Olive. I spin around to peek at her, she has a smug expression on her. I turn around again to start on my hair, trying to style it in front of the mirror, "...what about Tess, have you told her?"

There are dozens of different scenarios playing out in my head; suggesting what should be the answer to that first - excellent question... Do I even know the answer to the second question?

Unfortunately, she is correct, and I have to acknowledge that. I always loved 'first timers', however, 8 years ago - I stopped loving it, and even Oli doesn't know why.

"To answer your first question: a long time ago. Indeed, you know me and my desire to explore. And Tess supports that, you also know her and her beautiful mind." This is the best answer I can give her, and when I peek behind me at Oli, she is nibbling on her bottom lip, thinking.

Either way, that doesn't change my mind. Of course, I will kick ass with this annoying dare, but after a month or two I'm going to resign.

"Just fucking remember, I will hunt you down if you leave me, and I know Tess will too," I know this isn't an empty threat, she did this once in London when I didn't answer my phone for 5 days. Yet she has nothing to worry about, I'm never leaving the club - my safe space.

And I will always feel protected for her and Tess, so I expect nothing less from her. However, I still don't want to think or dwell on the past, so I will use my special skill; changing the subject.

"I do fancy a good hunt. Are we hunting this weekend?" She shakes her head and gives a cheerful chuckle at our private joke before I head into the walk-in closet again while she adds; "As long as we don't share, I'm not doing that again. It's almost impossible to find a man, who knows how to handle two at once,"

"Apologies, just give me a second." now I can hear her laughing, knowing a second means a million years before I will comment on that.

"God no! Two pairs of tits and they freak out, " I can hear her giggling from the bedroom, and I can't help to take a quick peek at her from the closet door, before moving on to get myself ready.

When I leave the closet to do my makeup, she adds; "Some of them freak out for one pair", stretching on the bed, before making an annoying groan. "Goooood, I need a good fuck,"

I enjoy I don't always have to answer her, I actually like hearing her talk - she knows I'm listening. Also honestly saves time; as Oli constantly says to justify herself.

"Freak out? Olive, what have I told you? Don't go to those places," She laughs again, only louder. She knows I talk about college boys when they are having a boy night out, visiting our club. She's like a magnet to those - drawing them in. Every Friday, the club is open for everyone willing to pay; however, the weekend is for paying members.

"You are still my favorite kisser, " I scoffed at her comment and shot her a bewildered look as those sneaky lips of hers tried to hide a smirk. "Kiss my ass, you charmer. I need to get ready for work, " and with that, she sends me a million-dollar smile.

A silence settles over us, I need to dress to impress. Classy, yet still sexy. My new colleagues have to take me seriously, but at the same time - I always have the desire to dress flirty; moreover, I love to spoil myself. I also enjoy, when people are attempting to read me and fail.

"Do you need my fairy dust?"

I walk out of the closet, "No! No sprinkles," shaking my head, and making a sprinkling motion with my fingers.

I did light makeup and let my hair air dry; having this beautiful long dark toffee hair with naturally soft curls and waves.

I'm wearing a black blouse up to my neck, high waist jeans in beige, and over this, I have a black blazer - just loose and open. The last touch is my golden watch from Tess, black handbag, black stilettos, and all my notebooks.

Ready for my first day, working as a personal assistant for a billionaire at a tech company. "Fancy, so do you need my glasses for some extra effect? Like a sexy libertarian?"

Everyone fancy that look - the sophisticated kind of sexy. "So I need your sprinkles after all," and these glasses are perfect, I actually think the model of the glasses is called sexy libertarian.

"Well, that look makes men turn their heads. Personally speaking, some women gonna be jealous. Now, get that ass out the door, so you won't be late." turning around, smiling. "Love you too Oli." I salute her; giving her a wink, before closing the door.

The picture above: Hazel Lowell

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