19400510 16:23:55

19400510 16:23:55

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Quentin Forrester sat with his coworker acquaintance at the table near the bar and half attentively watched as he paged through the newspaper. Today's work load didn't demand him to do as much intensive lifting and brick moving as the busier summer days, but his hands and feet still had a dull sensation of soreness radiating from within. He bowed his head down nearly to the surface of the table so that he could reach down and remove his boots to give them some breathing air, then idly scratched at his legs a few times before sitting upright again. As he reached to remove his cigar from the ashtray, his coworker suddenly slid the newspaper closer to him with a look of excitement on his face. The newspaper was open to full page advertisement for a dancing girl revue, given the vague title of "The Heights". The starlet featured at the center of it was a young blonde girl, with a sultry yet energetic smile, radiant eyes, long flowing locks of hair, and her left leg kicked up high just enough to reveal the supple curves of her expose thigh. The name shown underneath the featured girl was recognized by Quentin as an alias. The stylized artistic rendering of this woman wasn't distorted enough for him to fail to recognize her immediately.
"Get a loada that broad, eh? Eh? I've heard about her before and now it looks like she's starring this one now. Man, what a dame that is, woo." The coworker accented the end of his vocal adoration with a loud sighed gasp of pleasure after taking a swig of the cold draft beer.
"Susan Lesco? Fuck that cunt. Ain't you heard how much of a bitch she is?" Quentin didn't particularly care if his statement was fully steeped in his own personal accounting.
"A bitch? Hm, that's news to me. But eh, who cares about that anyways? She can be a bitch all she wants as long as I get to suck on those fabulous tits all the while."
"Listen." Quentin took a long drag from his cigar and shot a thick billow of smoke through his pursed lips before he snapped the tobacco back into its position on the edge of the tray. "I knew that girl. I used to pal around with her. Her name's not Susan, it's really Helen. And if she's as crazy and bitchy now as she was even back then, there's no question in my mind that she's a gigantic cunt. Wasn't always like that, though. She was a sweet kid at first, when she first shown up. Then some things happened and after a while, she got it in her head that she's too good for me and my friends. Next thing I know she's off doing auditions for any kind of performin gig; dancin, modelling, photography, whatever. Soon as she got her first real gig, she just dashed off without a trace and wouldn't even talk to us no more. We were her only family for a while and now we're like scum to her."
"You know that for sure, though? I mean you tried to talk to her directly?"
"Sure I did, man, sure. Seriously. There was one day, the boys informed me that she was playing in some community production of some showtune performance or something, some local thing. Volunteer. No pay. Community performance and all. Nothing big. The boys bring me a bill from it, and point out a girl's name, and it ain't Helen, she was using the name like uh, Mary or something I think it was. Margret. Something else. They assure me that it's her though. I haven't seen her in a while and wanted to see her again, and see if she was any good. I go to that showtune play and sure enough, there she is on stage after a while, there's Helen up there singing and dancing along with the rest of them. I sat through that whole fucking thing, that was like two and a half hours or something. What a waste of time that was. That shit was so boring after a while. But, I was there and I wanted to say that she did real good and all that. " His coworker now took another swig of beer from his mug and cupped the mug into his hands rather than replacing it to the table surface. "It finally ends, everyone's clapping, all that. I stick around and wander to the back stage to see if I can see her on her own and say hi. I get back there, I walk to the back and weave my way around the other people going around there, and I glance past a few heads and there she is in front of a dressing room or something, standing there talking with some old guy, probably the director or something. They're standing there and the guy's talking and she's all smiles and giggles and nodding and being all cute with the guy. I call out to her - and I guess, this was my big mistake - I call out to her by her real name. 'Helen! That was a great show you did there!' I said. Now, I do this, and she doesn't even look my way. Doesn't turn her head towards me at all. The smile on her face melts away for a moment, just for a moment, and I think her eyes moved over to look at me for a blink, but all the while the guy is still talking and she keeps her attention square on him the whole time. Another second, and she's back being all smiley like before. Then the guy leans over, gives her a hug, she hugs back, the guy sorta lets his hands wander below her waist a bit before letting go, they let go, he walks away, and she turns and goes into that changing room. Boom. Out. Just like that she was out. And I'm standing there like a fucking dope."
"Wow, what a bitch. A sexy bitch, but yeah, that's a bitch there. Woo."