He smiles. “Well, now that you’ve been pickpocketed, you’ve truly had the Paris experience. I’m jealous.”
I laugh. “Always glass half full, aren’t you?”
He pulls out his wallet and fishes some money out of it. “That’s why you love me.”
Thank goodness,hiswallet wasn’t stolen — he has the show tickets in there.
I’m beaming with excitement when we get there. There’s a short line to get in, but we stay back for a while so I can snap a few photos. The red windmill is glowing against the setting sun. The neon lighted sign is loud, calling out to us,Come in. Have the night of your life!
“Let’s go,” I say to Oscar. “I can’t wait to see inside.”
I’m excited as the doorman welcomes us in through the tall black doors. I’m awestruck as we step in — it exceeds all my expectations. The mood is dark and sexy, and there’s excitement in the air. The place is much bigger than I’d imagined, chock-full of people, beautifully dressed. The carpets and walls are red. The tables are covered in crisp white linens, dotted with pretty red shaded lamps. Red chairs flank the tables. It’s a moody dark red room, brought to life by the energy of the people in it.
We are seated at a table for two; red menus, white dishware, a pretty glowing lamp and a vase centerpiece of red and white roses. We’re smack in the middle of the room, first row on the balcony. I finally turn my attention to Oscar. “This is amazing. Thank you.”
“Well, to be honest, this is all about me,” he jokes. “I mean, half-naked French girls kicking their legs up. What could be better than that?”
I smirk at him. “How did you score such great seats?”
He smiles widely. “I got lucky… cancellation.”
I study him for a long beat. He’s as sexy as always, dressed in black. We fit right in with the dark intense mood. The show hasn’t even started, and I feel charged already. I want Oscar. I want to feel his skin against my own, and his tasty lips pressed on mine.
I lean in to him. “This place is such a turn-on,” I whisper.
His smile is wickedly playful. “Uh-huh.” He slides a warm hand slowly over my knee and under the skirt of my dress. I close my eyes and smile. “I can’t wait to have you naked, and under me,” he says softly.
I don’t say a word — he knows I’m thinking the exact same thing.
The food is great, and the show is even better. I have the lobster medallions with green beans and salad, and Oscar indulges in the beef tenderloin, ravioli and salad. For dessert, we both enjoy the delicious raspberry tiramisu.
The food is not fully appreciated because I’m so taken with the show. The synchronicity of the dancers is amazing — they are flawless. The costumes are breathtaking; sequins, feathers, and majestic headpieces. And Oscar appreciates the thong leotards, I’m sure. The dancers are extremely fit and beautiful, but most of all, incredibly flexible. Even as a yoga instructor, I’m in no way in the same league as they are. The music is lively and at times melodic, and the lighting is colorful and energetic. I’ve never seen a cabaret show before, but I’d be willing to bet that this is one of the best ones in the world. There’s even a mesmerizing water show involving a giant snake.
It feels like we’re lost in an amazing, colorful dream. I take Oscar’s hand in mine and he shoots me a sweet smile. This moment, right here, I will remember on my deathbed.
When the show is finally over, the performers bow and accept accolades. The patrons stand and clap and holler. The show was a hit.
Oscar and I are standing too, smiling at each other. I’m just ready to head out with the crowd when Oscar sets a hand on my shoulder and stops me. “Let’s wait a while, until the crowd is out.”
I sit back down. “Sorry, yeah, I know how you hate crowds. You must have hated it in the funicular.”
He smiles. “Well, I’m not the one who had her wallet stolen.”
“Damn thief. That guy did look suspicious. I was keeping an eye on him. I was afraid he would snap pics up my dress.”
Oscar laughs. “I think he was more preoccupied with your wallet than your pussy. He obviously didn’t know what he was missing.”
I laugh.
He bites his lip. “Seriously, what panties are you wearing?”
I laugh. “Oh, so we’re playing this naughty game, are we?”
He glances over at the departing crowd. “Hey, why not? We have some time to kill.”
“Well…” I start off playfully. “I’m wearing the pink and black polka dot undies with the black laced trim and the silk bow.”
He blows out a breath. “Ooohh... I love those ones.” He pulls his full bottom lip in and holds it captive between his teeth. “Are you wearing the matching bra?”
