“The Perils of Elena”

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Goatham, the Big Apple, New York, the city of dreams where anything can happen. The Great White Way, Broadway where a girl’s dreams of a theatrical career is just out there for the taking. At least that was what all the Movie magazines said. But there was another side to this huseling and bustling town. One that “Spat’s” Dugan knew only to well. A town of broken dreams and innocence lost.

“Spat’s” had grown up on the lower East side, Hell’s Kitchen among the teaming rows of tenements the squalid of the Irish ghetto. He had been a tough runny nosed kid without a future just another poor kid distend to be a no body, and that is just what he was until the Great war and he went to France to fight the Kaiser. He had made a name for himself in the old Fighting 69th, the Irishers of New York. When he got back there was not an honest job to be had so he went to the Irish gangs that ran the lower East side. He had worked his way up in the mob and was now a made man. Spats ran everything from Broadway down to the Bowery on the East side. He had picked up the moniker of Spats because he dressed like a Dandy right down to his spats.

He was sitting at the little club her ran his empire from down at 42nd and Broadway. A ritzy little place he called Chez Paris. It was a posh night club where only the swells came, and was noted for its singers and show girl’s.

Tommy Hennessey had come in a cigarette dangling from his mouth. The little pug Irishman was Dugan’s enforcer.

“Hat Spats the boys down in Chinatown are getting uppity and says they aint goanna pay no more.”

Spats ran his hand through his copper red hair. He was a big bull of a man, all muscle, but with that infamous Irish charm, and sparkling hazel eyes.

“Look into it Tommy and find out who’s the mug make trouble.”

Sure thing boss.
 
Elena Armstrong was the epitome of the midwestern girl next door standing at just under 5'7 with dark chocolate brown hair that hung just past her shoulders when she didn't have it up in a ponytail, and bright blue eyes that were usually flashing with some sort of joke. Being a tomboy she was often in jeans despite it being incredibly unfashionable - even scandalous in her hometown - to do so but people were used to her being slightly different that they just overlooked it. Where other girls might have gotten in trouble for the jean most of the people in town just shook their heads and muttered, "That's Elena."

Her dream had always been to act. The very whisper of the word 'Broadway' made her entire body shiver with desperate longing and she worked as hard as she could in her small hometown to hone her craft. She starred in every play and musical in school and often set up impromtu productions during the summer. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Elena would one day be a Star.

Hopping off the train in New York she paused and drew in a deep breath. She was finally here!! She couldn't wait to meet her friend Aubrey at a clube called Chez Paris. Aubrey had been working there for a few months now and thought that she could get help Elena get a job to tide her over until she could get out to auditions and start acting for real.

Hailing a cab she threw her one small suitcase into the back seat and gave the cabbie the address Aubrey had given her. It was late enough that Aubrey would be at work and had told her to come around to the back where the singers and dancers entered. The bouncer Tony was to already have her name and did indeed let her right in telling her she could wiat off to the side of the stage for Aubrey to finish her set.

"Elena!!" Aubrey shrieked in delight at seeing her friend and pulled Elena into a tight hug. "Come on, I already told the manager that you'd be in tonight and he's ready to give you and on the spot interview once I let him know you're here."

Waving off one of the girls Aubrey told her to go get James the manager to meet with Elena and cautioned as an afterthought, "Unless he's with Spat's. Anyone else you pull him away from but just wait if he's talking to Spat's."
 
There was a knock at the manager’s door and a little bleached blonde poked his head in.

“Hay jimmy Aubrey’s friend is here the one she told you about from back home and she is quite th looker.”

The girl froze as she saw Spats she began to tremble. “ I’m sorry Spats I didn’t see you….I … Well ..I”

The girl stammered and swallowed hard, she fidgeted nervously as she looked from Jimmy to Spats.

“Aubrey isn’t that the little corn fed Miss you been banging Jimmy?”

The manager just smiled and nodded giving Spats a knowing wink.

“Hay Tricky this gal is a real looker is she?”

Ya Spats but the kid’s real innocent just got in town today.”


“Send her in Tricky I’ll give her, her interview.”

The bleach blonde made a hasty retreat glad to be anywhere but in that office. No one wanted to cross Spats Dugan for it meant working in a brothel down in the Bowery or worst, at least that was the rumor.

Tricky whispered in Aubrey’s ear that Spat’s would be interviewing her friend and not Jimmy and that he was waiting in the dingy, smoked filled, little office of the manager.
 
Elena and Aubrey were chatting and catching up on all the things thye hadn't included in their letters to each other when the blonde Aubrey had sent scurrying came but up. The girl whispered in Aubrey's ear and Elena could see her friends face go slightly pale and saw the angry look she cast at the other girl. It was clear that whatever had been said made Aubrey less than happy but she just shrugged it off.

"Apparently Tricky doesn't listen well Elena. Listen I gotta tell you Jimmy won't be doing your interview, Spats will be. He's...well he sorta runs everything on this end of town so be sweet and try to impress him cause if he doesn't like you, you won't get work anywhere decent."

Elena's eyes widened slightly at her friends comments but she nodded her head. She'd do her best to impress the man though she found it hard to take his apparent power seriously with a name like "Spats".

Letting Aubrey lead her back toward the office she pulled the elastic band from her hair and let he thick tresses tumble around her face giving her a sweet, angelic look. Even with no makeup her skin was a flawless peaches and cream and her lips were full and a soft coral color that most lipsticks just couldn't match.

Looking nervously at Aubrey she pushed the door to the office open and slipped inside. Seeing the man sitting at the desk she held out her hand, her voice low and warm, like velvet, as she spoke, "Good evening Mr. Dugan Sir, I'm Elena Armstrong. It's a pleasure to meet you Sir," she said, her manners immpeccable as she waited to shake his hand.
 
Dugan sat behind the manager’s desk, half shadowed in the dim light of the grimy little office. He had hear that Jimmy Hennessey’s new babe’s girlfriend was quite the looker and innocent as the new driven snow, fresh off the farm, and a real looker. As the office door creaked open Spat’s looked up from the papers on the desk and he liked what he saw. Her hair was shimmering cascaded of rich thick chocolate brown tresses which framed her face giving her a sweet, angelic look. The girl’s bright blue eyes where stunning and even with no makeup her skin was a flawless peaches and cream and her lips were full and a soft coral color that most lipsticks just couldn't match. The rumors where right, she was a looker and a tasty little morsel that Spats had every intention of enjoying to it fullest.

She held out her hand, her voice low and warm, like velvet, as she spoke,

"Good evening Mr. Dugan Sir, I'm Elena Armstrong. It's a pleasure to meet you Sir,"

Her manners impeccable as she waited to shake his hand. Dugan slowly rose from his seat behind the desk and stepped out into the halo of light in the office. He towered over the petite little beauty and extended his had to give her a firm but gentle hand shake.

“Good evening Miss Armstrong My name is Michael Trance Dugan I am the owner of Chez Paris my manager Mr. Hennessey informs me that your are looking for a potion her at the club.”

Spat’s voice was a rich deep voice lost somewhere between a bass and a baritone with just a teasing hint of an Irish brogue. His manner of dress was impeccable and to the latest fashions right down to the stylish spats that he wore and despite his huge size he moved and spoke with a cultured grace. He was the very personification of a Broadway producer and theater owner.

“So Miss Armstrong what kind of employment where you looking for? Do you have a portfolio, or a book of your reviews?”

Spats slowly took in the young farm Midwestern beauty from the tip of her little nose to the tip of her toes. He slowly eased back to sit on the edge of the office’s desk.
 
Good lord the man was huge!!! was her first thought when Spats stood up from behind the desk. Despite his size however his handshake was firm and gentle and his hands were warm in sharp contrast to her nervously cold fingers.

“So Miss Armstrong what kind of employment where you looking for? Do you have a portfolio, or a book of your reviews?”

Elena smiled warmly as she reached into her bag and pulled out a portfolio of her clipping from all the plays and musicals back in her hometown. It wasn't much really and they were all small town papers but it was what she had. Handing it to him she spoke while he flipped through the pages.

" I'm not too worried about the type of employment Mr. Dugan. I can sing and dance as well as waitress or bartend, whichever you're most in need of. I've done a little of everything back home.

I know the portfolio isn't much but as you can see I lept at every acting job I could get and often helped manage and arrange a few small productions during the summer as well. Those were just for towns folk though."

Knowing she was going to start rambling soon she snapped her mouth shut and felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. For now she decided to just keep quiet and let him look through her clippings. She had to admit she didn't particularly like the office, it was rather grimy and unkempt. Being a rather tidy girl herself it made her fingers itch to clean it up but she simply remained standing where she was since he hadn't invited her to sit.
 
~A soft lingering Kiss. ~

Jen that’s good news about the job I knew you would get something soon.
The young beauty smiled innocently as she reached into her bag and handed Spats her portfolio. Her dainty hands wher cold and clammy and she blushed shyly as she talked about her hometown productions and her willingness o do what ever he needed most for work.

Dugan smiled to himself as he slowly took in every aspect of this young Midwestern beauty. The seductive swell of her firm high young breasts, the sensual cures of her torso and the delicious curve of her claves. What he needed most was a high class call girl but this blushing beauty was not ready for that yet. Elena tailored little suit jacket, her prim little blouse and her childishly long skirt that hung to just below her knees was refreshingly innocent. Dugan laid aside Elena Armstrong’s press clippings and he looked her directly in the eyes, his dark hazel eyes holding hers in and unblinking gaze.

“Remove your Jacket miss Armstrong and turn around slowly so I can get a better look at your figure.”

Spat’s smiled at her look of bewilderment as her maidenly blushed deepened.

“I need a dancer / singer here for the floor show Mss Armstrong.”
 
“Remove your Jacket miss Armstrong and turn around slowly so I can get a better look at your figure.”

A deep blush kissed Elena's cheeks and she looked confused but when he explianed why he needed a better look at her figure she nodded and did as she was instructed. Gently laying her suit jacket across the back of a nearby chair she executed a slow circle, giving him plenty of time to make out her figure. Her clothes were proper but they fit her well. The blouse covered her torso but was form fitting and clung to the swell of her breasts as well as fitting close around her arms while the skirt she wore perfectly cupped and outlined her hips and the lower curve of her ass before falling down past her knees.

"Singing won't be a problem Mr. Dugan, if you give me the sheet music I can learn new songs in just a couple of days. I dance well but new routines take a little longer to get the steps down, if you'll let me start practicing with the girls I should be able to have them down within a week though."

She was frank and honest about long it would take her to learn. If he needed someone that could just hop up onstage tomorrow she wasn't his girl. She hadn't been to the city before, much less worked there, so she wasn't familiar with the routines like a more experienced girl would be. She was willing and eager to learn however and both shone from her eye when she came back around to face him.
 
Dugan was festinated with the way Elena’s fingers trembled ever so slightly as she undid the buttons of her jacket before laying it aside in a very lady like manner. As her blush deepened from crimson to scarlet it spoke deeply of her naïve innocence as she executed a slow circle, giving him plenty of time to make out her figure.

"Singing won't be a problem Mr. Dugan, if you give me the sheet music I can learn new songs in just a couple of days. I dance well but new routines take a little longer to get the steps down, if you'll let me start practicing with the girls I should be able to have them down within a week though."

She was frank about her abilities, willing and eager to learn however and both shone from her eyes when she came back around to face him.


“Very nice miss Armstrong and I appreciate your frankness a rather refreshing quality in my business. Now would you be so kind as to lift your skirt up so I can see your legs. I am looking for a gal how can dance and sing.”


How beautiful Elena’s stunning blue eyes where as that went wide at his request. When the girl hesitated Dugan became a bit sharper.

“Now Miss Armstrong if you are serious about working on Broadway, if you find this to embarrassing then I suggest you go back home.!”

Spat’s went silent as the girl fingers trembled and helm of her skirt crept an inch or two above her knees.

“Higher Miss Armstrong!”

When the helm was at mid thigh and the ravishing young beauty hesitated again he simply said Higher. Elena’s panties where just coming into view when he said.

“Hold it there and turn very slowly Miss Armstrong.”
 
“Very nice miss Armstrong and I appreciate your frankness a rather refreshing quality in my business. Now would you be so kind as to lift your skirt up so I can see your legs. I am looking for a gal how can dance and sing.”

Elena blushed deeply once more at this newest order and hesitated only until he snapped at her. Her fingers trembled as she inched her skirt up and her cheeks were as red as they could be, her eyes staring sharply at the floor. When she was in costume this little display wouldn't have bothered her but she wasn't acting a part at the moment, she was just herself and little Elena Armstrong was much more innocent than some of the characters she'd played. She continued lifting the skirt until she knew the lower edge of her panties were showing and tried to keep her embarassment as buried as possible though she was doing a terrible job of it.

“Hold it there and turn very slowly Miss Armstrong.”

Drawing a deep breath to try and get her raging emotions under control she turned slowly, her steps fluid and graceful despite her embarassment and by the time she was facing Dugan again her head was held high and most of the flush had receeded from her cheeks. She had gotten herself under control.

"I apologize for my hesitation Mr. Dugan," she said quietly but her voice was strong and sure now. "I've played some fairly brazen characters but am not nearly as wild as they are when I'm not in character, and much more easily embarassed. That's part of what I like about acting," she continued with a wistful grin, "The chance to be someone else entirely."
 
Her fingers trembled as she inched her skirt up and her cheeks were as red as they could be, her eyes staring sharply at the floor.

The girl had long graceful athletic legs, with a firm sensual quality to them, Dugan wonder how they would feel wrapped around him as he made love to her. and yet he remembered that maidenly blush and how her cheeks had turned from crimson to scarlet as she had raised her skirts. He watched as she held her skirts high and he got a glimpse of her lacy panties. God but she was a real looker a true beauty.

Drawing a deep breath to try and get her raging emotions under control she turned slowly, her steps fluid and graceful despite her embarrassment and by the time she was facing Dugan again her head was held high and most of the flush had receded from her cheeks. Yet she made no effort to lower her skirts as she talked to him. There was certain boldness about this shy Midwestern Miss and a very decidedly submissive side to her nature. Spats survived by being able to read people and this girl would be a challenge but one well worth the effort. There where those in the city that would pay handsomely for her to have her for an evening or more, and being [me]fresh off the farm [/i]as they said Miss Elena Armstrong would bring top dollar.

Dugan was lost in these thoughts and barely heard a word the girl said.

”……………………………. when I'm not in character, and much more easily embarrassed. That's part of what I like about acting,"

“True that is the joy f it to be a new character in each run.”

He paused and slowly stood his eyes still holding hers, searching her soft blue eyes as if he where reading her soul.

“Shall we go down to wardrobe and see about a costume?”

Spats Dugan lead Elena down to wardrobe which also served as the girl’s dressing room. half a dozen young beauties where in various stages of dress or more to the point undress when they walked in. Aubrey was just rushing out for her next number gave Elena a quick hug and kiss before disappearing. The other girl’s did not appear to be bothered by Dugan’s presence..

Margie fix Miss Armstrong up with a sexy little number and send her back to the office for a dance try out.”
 
“Shall we go down to wardrobe and see about a costume?”

"Certainly Mr. Dugan," she said softly and let her skirt drop once more. Smoothing it down over her legs she followed him out of the office and admitted to herself that she was glad to have left it. She didn't like the dingy little office and there was something freeing as they moved down through the club toward the wardrobe.

This was her world, this was where she felt the most comfortable and free. Nothing embarassed her here. She walked into the changing room and kissed Aubrey and telling her she'd be great. The various states of dress and undress didn't bother her i the least here and she smiled at the various women who didn't seem to mind at all when she and Spats arrived at the door.

Margie fix Miss Armstrong up with a sexy little number and send her back to the office for a dance try out.

Margie nodded and took Elena's hand guiding her deeper into the wardrobe room. The outfit she chose was skimpy and showed a lot of skin but left Elena able to move freely as well. It made Elena feel free and bold. It let her slip into a character as she made her way back up to the office to dance for Spats.
 
Dugan knew that Margie would select something special for his little Midwestern farm girl, something sexy, revealing and easy to get out of. He was wondering just how to play it with this innocent young Miss he knew she was probably planning on staying with her friend Aubrey but she would soon find out that Aubrey was shaking up with Jimmy Hennessey and that unless she planed to be part of a three some she have to get a place of her own and that of course would cost money and she was probably in short supply of that.

Hennessey had taken quite a shine to Elena’s friend. He had taken her out of the east side brothel and off the streets, but it had cost her. she would only be off the streets and the out of the brothel as long as she supplied sweet little things like Elena Armstrong to take her place. All and all a fair enough deal. Dugan scratched the back of his neck someone was feeding Wow Fat down in Chinatown information on Spats’s operation and the tongs where making a move on Mott and Delaney streets. Idly he wondered if Hennessey was tied up in it for he had been living rather high on the hog of late. A soft knock on the office door brought Spats back to the present.

Enter.

He smiled when he saw the outfit Margi had selected for Elena, it was skimpy and showed a lot of skin, the top separate from the little scrape of translucent material that passed for a skirt..

“Very Nice Miss Armstrong,…………………Elena………………. You don’t mind if I call you Elena do you hun?”

Dugan Rose from his chair and led the scantly clad young beauty down the hall, and up the back stairs of the club. On the second floor where a series of doors and Dugan opened one up of the left side of the hall about half way down. It was a large rehearsal hall, the kind dancers use when a Broadway show is in work ups and trials. He flipped the light switch and the room was flooded with harsh white light. One side of the room was nothing but mirrors and an exercise bar. Dugan straddled a straight back chair.

“You’ll find a Phonograph in the corner and some records by it pick something lively and lest see what you can do.”
 
“Very Nice Miss Armstrong,…………………Elena………………. You don’t mind if I call you Elena do you hun?”

"Not in the least Mr. Dugan. Elena is fine."

She smiled softly as she followed him out of the room and into the rehearsal room. The studio was perfect and she shivered in delight just being there. The bar and mirrors were like old friends and she ran her fingers lovingly along each while the ghost of a smile curved the corners of her lips. She was nearly as at home in a practice studio as she was on stage.

“You’ll find a Phonograph in the corner and some records by it pick something lively and lest see what you can do.”

"Of course Mr. Dugan, if you'll give me just a moment to stretch," she said but didn't wait for his assent and instead started doing just that. It would after all do no good to start dancing only to have her muscles cramp from not being properly warmed up.

With a natural grace she moved through a series of stretched that twisted and stretched all of her major muscles groups. The movements had the precision of constant practice and a smoothness of motion that only comes with years of repitition. Each stretch was almost like a small dance in and of itself though slower and more elegant that what he'd asked to see.

Once she was stretched fully she moved to the phonograph. She chose something upbeat and lively as he'd requested and spun to face him, her face shining and confident as she waited for the music to start. As the musci washed through her she moved with it, her body moving with a grace and eagerness that she never would have allowed herself to express when she wasn't performing. All her need and passion shined out of her as the music filled her and it was clear from her expression that she was lost in the movements and had no idea just how sexually charged her dancing was.
 
"Of course Mr. Dugan, if you'll give me just a moment to stretch,"

Her voice was soft and sensual; he could see the excitement in her eyes as Elena lovingly ran her hands over the exercise bar. There was an innocent seductive quality to this young woman as she stretched out her muscles. Each movement fluid and graceful, Spats had to admit that she was one of the most stunning creatures he had ever seen. Yet when Elena finally did begin to dance the hard boiled mobster was shocked. This naïve innocent from the Midwest face shown with confident as she waited for the music to start as the music washed through her she moved with it, her body moving with a grace and eagerness. All her need and passion shined out of her as the music filled her and it was clear from her expression that she was lost in the movements and had no idea just how sexually charged her dancing was. Where the girl had been stiff and formal she now was sensual, seductive as if some how the music freed her.

Spats knew people, it was part of the way he survived on the mean streets of New York, it was the key to his rise to power on the East side, and in the ravishing young beauty he was a little sex kitten longing to be free. His face was unreadable as Elena danced to all outward appearances he was the cool, professional, club owner. Dugan gave a half little smile when the girl finished her dance, the kind of smile that left the viewer unsure weather he was pleased or pensive about what he had just seen.

“ Very Nice Miss Armstrong,…………..”

He corrected himself knowing that by referring to her by her last name would put her a bit on edge.

“………………Elena, I assume you have worked with a partner before.”

As Spats was speaking he when over to the phonograph, and went through the records by it till he found what he was looking for. Dugan replaced the record that Elena had chosen with the new selection and he slowly unbuttoned his jacket and slipped it from his shoulders draping it over the bar. The vest he wore beneath it accentuated the smooth firm line of his torso leaving no doubt that this man w3as in very good shape. He lifted the arm of the phonograph and gently set it down on the record. He turned to face the naïve young Miss as the first faint strains of the music filled the room immediately followed by the strong down beat of the Tango. Spats stepped to Elena his arm snaked around her waist and he drew her tight to his body, he took her hand striking the classic pose of the dance with her. The strong sensual beat of the Tango, its heavy Latin and African roots of the music filled the room As they began to dance. His body moved against the girl’s in a manner that would be considered quite indecent and far to intimate if it wasn’t for the nature of the dance itself. It soon became apparent that Spats Dugan was no stranger to the dance floor or for that matter the stage. He was commanding , forceful, and dominate in the way he led Elena through the complicated routine. As the music ended Elena was bent over backwards, his body sensually pressed to hers, his dark hazel eyes boring into her pale blue eyes with the intensity of the dance, his lips just a breath away from hers. The moment was frozen in time her soft full ripe lips there for the taking his so close if he spoke at that moment his would seductively brush hers.
 
“………………Elena, I assume you have worked with a partner before.”

"Of course Mr. Dugan, the dance instructor in town wouldn't allow us to take lessons in partner dances without one and I had to learn for my plays."

She smiled as he walked past her to change the record. She didn't know what he had put on until she heard the throbbing beat of the Tango and then a light flashed in her eyes. It was a dance she adored because of it's sensual nature. It freed a part of her that could only be expressed through dance.

Molding into his embrace she allowed Dugan to lead her and was pleasantly surprised at just how strong a lead he was. It was rare for her to come across a partner who lead so well. Most men tried but it often ended up to her to guide them at some point during their dance...not so with Dugan. She could feel her heart racing with exhilaration as he held her against him and a pleasure low in her belly that in her naivete she couldn't quite distinguish as desire and mistook for the shee joy of the dance.

When at last the music ended she found herself bowed back and Dugan starting dwn into her eyes with an intensity that startled her but it was a gaze she returned without thought or shame and without realizing that he would be able to see and name the desire roiling through her even if she couldn't. Holding the arch it didn't even occur to her to try to stand as she held his gaze and wondered if he meant to kiss her...and if she wanted him to or not.
 
Holding the arch it didn't even occur to her to try to stand as she held his gaze and wondered if he meant to kiss her...and if she wanted him to or not. Dugan saw and recognized the smoldering passion in Elena’s eyes for what it truly was, as well as the wide eyed innocence of this stunning young farm beauty. His arm slipped lower to the small of her back forcing the young girl to extend her leg to maintain her balance, her left arm was extended forcing her firm ripe full breast to strain against the gossamer scrap of material that passed for the top of her costume.

Spats’s lips suibtily brushed Elena’s his dark piercing hazel eyes boring into her hot, smoldering, pale blue eyes. It was if he could see to her very soul, as if it was laid bare under this charismatic man’s steady unblinking eyes. She was trapped as surely as a sparrow in the gaze of the serpent as his lips slowly pressed to hers. Dugan savored the sweet firmness of Elena’s lips, his tongue sensually caressed their moist ripe firmness. A little gas and the tip of his tongue seductively slide across the even row of her teeth demanding entry into the sweet moist cavern of her chaste mouth.
 
Elena shivered when Dugan's arm slid lower, along her back holding her tightly against him. She had to raise her leg up to keep her balance or topple them both and as she did she had no doubt that he meant to kiss her. She didn't have to wait long before his lips caught hers.

The kiss was electric. Elena felt more than heard the gasp that parted her lips for him and whimpered when she felt his tongue seeking entry to her mouth. She knew she should pull away but moving would topple them to the floor and the fact was she liked the way he kissed her. He kissed like he danced...with knowledge and skill and something slightly demanding that made following his lead almost a compulsion.

Finally she opened her mouth to him, giving his tongue entry to the warm cavern and half wondering if he could tell from the tentative way she returned his kiss that he was the first to kiss her so deeply. Part of her prayed he couldn't and part of her wondered what he would think of it if he could.
 
This shy passionate young beauty was caught in a spider’s web she was ill prepared to deal with. Dugan could feel her heart racing, pouncing against her breast and his chest. Her little gasp turning to a whimper of a lost soul whose passions finally released could not be bottled up again.

Finally she opened her mouth to him, giving his tongue entry to the warm cavern and half wondering if he could tell from the tentative way she returned his kiss that he was the first to kiss her so deeply. All this and so much more was written in the young Midwestern beauties eyes, her soul bared to Spats Dugan. He did not rush her but merely took advantage of her crumbling will to resist. He let his kiss linger, deepen, subtly, demanding more of the innocent now caught in a web of her own naïve passions. Time stood still there was not past, there was no future, there was just here, just now, just that one perfect kiss. As if in a dream Dugan Slowly lowered Elena to the ground her tongue savoring the sweetness of her mouth, her kiss like summer wine. His thigh brushing her soft inner thigh, his woolen trousers caressing her bare inner thigh. Her slip of a skirt bunched around her trim narrow waist Her nipples straining against her gossamer top. His tongue danced with hers in a dance as old as time itself, as he played out the seduction of Eve by the serpent.

Dugan’s kiss promised Elena a knowledge of the world she did not have. It seemed to promise if she just surrendered a little bit more then she would become a woman rather than a girl , a Tomboy a small town in the middle of nowhere. His tongue began to retreat seductively inviting Elena’s to follow , almost demanding that she now taste the rebind pleasure of the taste of his mouth.
 
Elena groaned softly as Dugan lowered her to the floor, she could feel the scratching of his wool trousers against her inner thigh and the press of his body over hers. Again she knew she should struggle against him, should pull away. She wasn't foolish enough to not realize that he was taking liberties that she shouldn't be allowing him but his kiss was so seductive and he hadn't really tried anything else. If he did she'd make him stop, she promised herself.

When he tongue pressed futher and started to tease hers she responded shyly, her tongue reaching for his light as a feather as if she was afraid he would stop kissing her. Realizing he wouldn't she slowly became bolder in returning the kiss.
 
Spats felt the momentary stiffening of the stunning young beauty’s body th soft almost soulful groan that escaped her lips as their kiss deepened, her better sense, the morals of her closed little society exerting itself even as her body arched to his in that passionate kiss. He smiled to himself as her resistance crumbled. He could almost read her mind, She should struggle against him, should pull away, he was taking liberties that she shouldn't be allowing him but his kiss was so seductive and after all it was just a kiss. It was in that moment of indecision as Elena was caught in the throws of her youthful passions, caught in a world of forbidden pleasure, that she only allowed herself when she was dancing That Dugan’s tempting kiss demanded that she become an active participant in her own seduction.

When his tongue pressed further and started to tease hers she responded shyly, her tongue reaching for his light as a feather as if she was afraid he would stop kissing her. Realizing he wouldn't she slowly became bolder in returning the kiss. A less patient man would have pressed Elena Armstrong harder yet if Spats Dugan was anything he was patient and he was a master at this game of seduction. He let Elena become bolder, let her take the lead for awhile, let her deepen their kiss. His body slowly pressing to hers hi fingers running through her wild dark silken tresses. His leg slowly moving against the stunning young beauty’s inner thigh , the rough wool against her soft silken skin, as it ignited little fires of passion that raced along her nerves fanning the passions that raged within the naïve young beauty, till they pooled like molten lava in the pit of her stomach threatening to consume her if their need was not met.

Dugan waited to see what his shy beauty would do next.
 
Elena whimpered softly as his thigh moved against her. The rough wool scratching her tender skin and making her body shudder. She'd never felt this way from a kiss before! She didn't know what it was she wanted exactly or how to ask for it but he seemed to know and for another short while she followed his lead. Returning his kiss - and even deepening it - like a woman starving, she feasted on his lips and the pleasure they brought her.

Until she heard footsteps walking past.

At the sound of those footsteps she gasped and broke away from him, managing to scramble back and simply staring at him like a frightened rabbit. Her heart was hammering in her chest and mentally she was calling herself every type of fool she knew. What the hell had she been thinking kissing the man she was trying to get to hire her! She knew better!

"i'm sorry Mr. Dugan," she gasped, "I don't usually...I mean I've never...I'm not the type of girl that..." she rambled and her voice eventually just trailed off, her eyes staring down at the floor while she continued to mentally kick herself.
 
Dugan was quite satisfied with the ways things where developing, this sun kiss Midwestern Miss was melting into his arms, she was now eagerly seeking and savoring their passionate kiss. Then suddenly there where footsteps outside the door and she pulled back a frightened and scared little kitten. Her skirt still bunched up around her trim little waist, her nipples hard as pebbles straining at her skimpy top Spats could see her pulse racing and throbbing at the sensual curve of her neck.

Damn He thought to himself, if he found the fool that was up here he would kill the bastard.

"I'm sorry Mr. Dugan," she gasped,

"I don't usually...I mean I've never...I'm not the type of girl that..."

She rambled and her voice eventually just trailed off, her eyes staring down at the floor.


Dugan gently lifted Elena’s chin, his dark hazel eyes where soft and gentle as he gazed into her soft smoldering blue eyes.

“I’m not Elena!”

His voice was sensually seductive and there was sincerity in his eyes that could disarm the most jaded of young beauties. A look he had perfected for Naïve young girls from the farm, whose natural youthful passions where a mystery, even to themselves. He continued to hold Elena Armstrong’s eyes in his gaze letting his eyes become all that she saw, all that she was aware of. As she lay there on the floor of the rehearsal hall her stunning young body so delightfully displayed for him.

“I now you’re not that type of girl, and you have done nothing wrong, but if I have offended you in any way I most humbly apologize.”

He brushed her long dark chocolate brown hair from her face, his touch so gentle so sensual and he drew back just a bit.

“Would you prefer to continue your audition Elena?”
 
“I’m not Elena!”

The look on his face startled her. It seemed so sincere and intense but she wasn't sure she trusted it. He was a businessman and in their own way businessmen were consumate actors and there was something about this man that told her he was used to getting what he wanted and that he was no stranger to women. What she didn't understand was why -with all the beauties she'd seen in the club alone- he seemed interested in her.

“Would you prefer to continue your audition Elena?”

Thank god he'd geven her an out. How she would have reacted if he'd kissed her again she didn't know but it was clear she couldn't trust herself around him!

"Yes please Mr. Dugan. What is the next part of the audition?: she'd had to think of how to ask that last part three times because she'd nearly asked simply what he wanted her to do next and she didn't trust that answer to that question.
 
"Yes please Mr. Dugan.”

Dugan knew if he kissed her again right now this young beauty would be lost but then that would bring the first part of this little game to an end much too soon. He loved the chase the seduction and the slow corruption of innocence. Spats chose instead to see how far h could push this ravishing young beauty, to see how hungry she was to achieve her dreams. He new she would be short on money and that despite what she thought she would not find a place to stay with her friend Aubrey as she was Hennessy’s live in girlfriend and Aubrey had no desire to go back to the brothel or to work the streets.

Dugan still held Elena captive in his gaze, his hand still cupped her chin, slowly he stood and offered the girl his hand to assist her to her feet.

“ Put on a rumba or a jazz selection Elena and then remove your top I want to see how well you dance topless as a Follies Berger theme is the hall mark of the Chez Paris.

His voice was still soft and sensual as he directed her to bare her bear her breasts and dance for him as if it was the most natural of requests. Dugan was also well aware that Aubrey must have told Elena ” Jimmy won't be doing your interview, Spats will be. He's...well he sorta runs everything on this end of town so be sweet and try to impress him cause if he doesn't like you, you won't get work anywhere decent."
 
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