``rumor has it hes the one i'm leaving ya for

[STELLA RAYE GIORDANO]

Her body moved and twisted as the beat of the music drown out all thoughts and voices that were traveling through the air. The only thing that could be heard was the bass pumping through the club and the only thing a person could feel were other people's bodies. This was the place to be for a quick hook up. So many people were drunk and so lost beyond their mind that they would think they were hooking up with the easter bunny. Stella was not that type of girl tonight. Basically because she was only 20 and barley got by the bouncer. Stupid ass. She shouldn't have gone to a new club, but she wanted to try something different. Clubs were her thing. Not the drinking, drugs or sex. It was the dancing that drew her closer to the scene. The way some people knew how to move just right was what she wanted to master. She loved dancing and this was the perfect place to practice. Somewhere else where other people could teach her some pointers, even though she could easily get assulted her.

Stella grabbed onto the nearest guy on the dance floor and wrapped her arms around his neck as the beat of the new song started. She mouthed the words to song as she swung her hips back and fourth, then started to spin and turn also, grinding up against the guy. Surprisingly enough he was keeping up for the time being. She grinned at him sudectivly, having way to much fun with this inside. If Stella's family knew what she was up to they would have a shit fit. This wasn't the little well rounded girl that they raised. Not drinking and dancing like this. The music slowed to a part of the song and she stared into the guys eyes, luring him in as if he was her prey. She was going to have fun with this, then the song picked up and ended very quickly and she smirked. "Thanks for the dance." Her Italian accent laced her voice as she turned on her feet and walked away, swaying her hips as she went.

She wasn't a slut, or a whore and anything nasty like that. She still respected herself, she knew how to take care of herself and her friends, but also knew how to use her body for her advantage. She walked over to the bar and took a seat, listening to the next song, smiling. Stella felt that she had to dance to express herself and she enjoyed it. She also loved to play her gutiar and sing, but that was a rare occasion that she would actually play or sing for or infront of anyone. The bartender finally gave her attention and she ordered a water. Yes she had a fake idea but she didn't feel like drinking, just dancing and thats all that mattered. Plus water is better at hydrating then alochol ever would be.

Stella knew that she had practice tomorrow for work so she wasn't planning on doing anything to stupid. She needed to keep this job. She could do better but she felt great about this job. She got to dance and got paid for it, and she was a classy stripper. What else could make this job better?! Stella took a drink of her water, thinking back to Italy and how she always snuck off to these types of clubs when she was growing up. Stella sort of wanted her brothers to come visit her but she truthfully didn't wan t them finding her yet. She wanted to stay on her own, plus they would murder her if they found out what her job was. She made some small talk with the bartender then listened to the music. She was going to start dancing soon, but she had to rest before she started again, waiting for the right song.

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[ALEX SEAN JOHNSON]

Alex pulled into the first parking spot he saw and turned off the ignition, killing the roar of the engine. For a moment, he just sat back on the seat of his motorcycle, pulling off his shades and running a hand through his hair. He normally didn't go out like this by himself, but he had gotten restless back at the circus. He grabbed his keys out of the ignition and swung off the motorcycle, dropping his keys in his pocket and hooking the sunglasses on his shirt. He planned to lose the jacket and the shades as soon as he got inside.

He made his way quickly out of the parking garage and turned right, making his way down the street to the new club. Its opening had been widely advertised, which was how he'd heard about it. It wasn't long before he'd reached the front door of the club. He shot the bouncer a smile and handed him his ID card. The other man nodded, and passed the ID back to him, waving him in. Alex made a mental not of him. If he was going to frequent this place, he was probably going to befriend the man. It always paid to be friends with the bouncers.

He pushed his way into the club. Unsurprisingly, as he did, the temperature rose at least forty degrees, rising instantly from the chilly winter air outside, to the heat of the club. He shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it over one arm as he made his way to the bar, eyeing the dance floor as he did. The music had a good beat to it, bringing a smile to his face. There were plenty of people on the dance floor, people who could actually keep time with the music. He had a feeling he was going to like this club. He slid into the first empty seat he found at the bar and signaled the bartender. He had no intention of getting drunk, but wanted a drink all the same. The bartender made his way over and smiled at him.

“What can I get you?” Alex cocked his head, thinking.

“Just get me a whiskey.” He said, after a moment. The bartender nodded, handing a glass of what looked like water to the woman in the chair next to him. He glanced over at her. She was pretty, with a great deal of black hair. A blonde streak in the front set off the color. Her eyes were a dark brown. Overall, she was quite pretty. Honestly, he thought as he watched her from the corner of his eye, she was hot. Something seemed familiar about her though. He was sure he’d seen her somewhere, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. So, he grabbed his glass from the bar, took a drink, and turned to face her.

“Hey there,” he drawled, a grin on his face. “I’m Alex.”

[STELLA RAYE GIORDANO]

Stella listened to the music, letting it flow through her body from her head to her toes. There were so many people in this place that she wouldn't be able to tell who had just come in from who was leaving. Except there was alot more sweat and sexual tension to the people leaving. She looked her glass of water as she heard a voice but she kept looking at her glass, not giving him attention. She wans't here for a sexual fling tonight and playing hard to get wsa fun more than anything. Finally she glanced up and licked her lips slightly, giving him a sly grin, but then as she recongized him she couldn't help but snort.

"I know who you are." Stella wanted to speak softly but the music prevented her so she had to slide to the edge of the chair so she could speak closer to his ear. She placed her hand on his knee and leaned in to talk, obviously not drunk because of the fact that if a drunk person would attempt this they would fall flat on the floor. "You work with the animals." Her accent was thick, so either she would sound seductive or she would sound like a creep. Or both. But when she said animals she winked slightly, so maybe he would think she saw the show and she was trying to flirt.

Stella locked eyes with him and them pulled back, sitting back in her seat and taking a drink of her water, looking over to what Alex was drinking. Debating on a drink she wanted to stay with water for the night. It was a safer choice for her. She didn't feel like throwing up her insides tonight. Plus she was a horrible drunk. No one would ever understand a word she would say because she would start speaking her original language and it would just turn into a big mess. "I'm Stella." She finally said, turning and giving him her attention, debating on whether she should tell him that she worked with him. Maybe play it out for a little while, pretending that she was a creeper.

"I'm a dancer," She decided to gloat about her profession. Stella was proud of the fact that she could dance. She knew all the right moves. Stella felt so free when she danced, and having a decent voice was a plus side. But she was so self concious about singing infront of anyone she wouldn't do it. Plus with her Italian accent hanging on every word she spoke it almost sounded like a pathetic country song at times. Stella ran her fingers through her hair and smirked, looking over at Alex, "I'll give you a break for not knowing who I am." She said, probably fucking his mind up now. First coming off as a creeper, then a random dancer, not admiting she worked at the circus and now saying that she would give him a break sense he didn't know who she was. As if she was a celebrity. Stella left out a relaxed laugh and gave him a genuine smile, "I'm just....uhhh. whats the phrase." She paused, "pulling your leg." She finally finished, not realizing that that was a very old phrase. Stella was first fluent in Italian, but grew up learning English in high school and now having to speak it all the time was difficult.

Truthfully Stella never really watched what Alex did in the circus, she just recongized him because she thought he was pretty handsom. She knew he did something with animals so she could be in the same place he was. But she wasn't, he was, because Stella knew a little something about him, not much, but played it to her advantage. A good song came on and the bass beat through Stella's body and she smiled, more to herself than to Alex. She stood up on her feet and took Alex's hand slightly, "Lets dance." She looked like an excited child almost. "And maybe later you can by me a drink and we can chill." She said, then let go of his hand and ran out onto the dance floor, moving her body to the beat of the song, winding and grinding in all the right ways. She wasn't dancing with anyone but Stella didn't need to dance with anyone to have a good time. If Alex didn't want to dance that was fine by her, she could do it by herself.

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[ALEX SEAN JOHNSON]

She sent him a look out of the corner of her eye and he saw both recognition and amusement flash across her pretty face. He raised an eyebrow. Then, she was leaning towards him, her hand on his knee, her lips at his ear. "I know who you are. You work with the animals." She had a thick Italian accent that brought a smile to his face. She winked at him as she sat back in her chair, locking her dark brown gaze on his blue one for a long moment. So she knew him. And either she was stalking him, which could be hot or really creepy, he hadn't decided, or she had only seen him in passing. She probably worked in the circus. She shot him a small smile, turning to face him.

"I'm Stella. I'm a dancer. He smiled back at her. He recognized her now. The sassy, sexy Italian girl in the circus's burlesque show. He had marked her because she always looked like she had so much fun with what she was doing. He'd only seen her dance a couple times, but her passion for what she did was obvious and he appreciated that.. She ran her fingers through her hair and he watched the lights play off of it. "I'll give you a break for not knowing who I am. I'm just.... uhh... what's the phrase...? Pulling your leg." He smiled. She obvioiusly had not been in America for too long. Before he had the chance to answer her and tell her that he did know her, the song changed, and a smile came across her face. She grabbed his hand and stood.

"Lets dance." She looked so excited, Alex wasn't sure he could have told her no even if he wanted to. He didn't. He loved to dance and rarely had the chance to have such a talented partner. "And maybe later you can by me a drink and we can chill." She smiled and dropped his hand, running to the dance floor. He smiled, watching her for a moment. She really was quite good.

Standing, he left his coat on the barstool and moved to join her on the dance floor. Grabbing her hand he spun her closer to him, moving with her for a moment, more of an invitation than a demand. He couldn’t resist. “I know who you are, Stella.” He said in her ear, before spinning her away from him. He was tempted to keep a hold on her, but it was her decision. Stella was a free-spirit and very independent and he had the feeling she wouldn’t appreciate not being able to make her own decision to dance with him.

[STELLA RAYE GIORDANO]

Stella felt him take her hand and spim her around. It made her happy that at least he was willing to dance. Most guys were very hesitant to dance or they thought that they could but really they couldn't. To some guys dancing with have a girl grind on them and then play bed buddies for the night. Stella wasn'that type of person. Well not all the time anyways. She didn't mind having a casual bed buddy but otherwise she was just herself and whatever happened happened. She was just that laid back about everything in her life. Right now though, the beat of the music and her dance partner made her feel really good.

What would happen with him was probably nothing, but a little harmless flirting wouldn't be a problem. She felt his lips on her ear as he spoke and she smirked, "I'm glad that I'm that well known." She spoke into his ear. In order to speak into his ear she pressed her body against his, then wrapped her arms around his neck, swaying her body to the beat. She even through in a few moves from her dance routine. But nothing to give anything away from the shows. You had to go to the circus to see the shows. "So what brought you here tonight animal boy?" She smirked, trying to make small talk, but also smiling as she was able to enjoy her passion.

"I mean I know you came to see the oh so wonderful dancer known as Stella." She laughed, the music slowing to a point and she turned, pressing her back against his chest and swaying her body to the music, her arms going from his neck down his body to his thighs, gripping slightly and then continung to dance to the music. The song ended and Stella moved away from Alex, "Another dance or do you want to go buy me something to eat? I'm getting hungry." She admitted, smiling almost sheepishly as the next song started up. It was a slower song to give the crowd more a sexual connection. Stella wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed back and forth slightly.

Stella use to dance alot when she was back in Italy, thats where she use to dance. Then when she came to America she got trapped into being a stripper, exotic dancer, with a new name of Star. It was so stupid but they insisted that she have a stage name. She was glad to get away from there and keep her real name of Stella. It was bad being an extoric dancer, the girls were nice and she made enough money to live on her own. But when she had the opportunity to join the circus and be in the burlesque show she couldn't pass it up. She got to dance and she kept a better amount of clothes on. Not as much as a normal dancer would, but better then nothing like the exotic dancing. Stella looked from Alex's chest as she was lost in thought and finally looked up and locked her brown eyes onto his, smiling softly.

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