The Speaeasy

The grand doors of the opera house swung open, unleashing a flood of elegantly attired patrons onto the bustling street. A mass of elegant cocktail dresses paired with black tie suits slowly disperses, along with the crowd murmur.

- I was so impressed by the scenography. It felt so intimate. - Observed Elis.

She turns to Peter and with a kiss on his lips adds.

- Thank you for this day. I'm loving it. I couldn't imagine a better way to celebrate our anniversary.

- That makes me happy. I feel like having a drink. Shall we find a place for a nice cocktail on the way back? - replied Peter.

- That sounds lovely. - Replied Elis with a smile.

Not far from the opera house they found a speakeasy bar that was advertising a cabaret tango live performance. Elis was curious about it and thought that could spice up the night a little.

As they slowly walk in to ask for a table, the place exuded the opulent charm of a bygone era, with plush velvet drapes and ornate chandeliers casting a warm glow over the intimate space. The place reconstructs the style of a 1920's Art Deco cabaret. The tables were arranged in a semicircle way to give space for the central area to act as a stage for the dance performance. The low lights added to its secretive atmosphere and some sense of privacy.

Elis raises her eyes and signals a waiter that starts to move in their direction. She turns to Peter saying.

- I'll order us some drinks.

When the waiter arrives, Elis orders their usual cocktails.

- A Negroni for the gentleman and a French 75 for myself, please.

- Verywell madam. - replied the waiter with a subtle bow before turning around in the direction of the bar.

Both of them observe the place and exchange thoughts on why they never noticed it before. Realizing that it has been a long time since they were going out in a more spontaneous way, they promise to each other to try to do it again soon.

Suddenly, all lights go off for a second, and just after, a sharp spotlight turns on, causing a thunder-like effect. The room becomes absolutely silent. It takes a couple of seconds to adjust to the brightness. Under the spotlight, in the middle of the stage, there is a silhouette of a woman in a statue-like pose. The silence is broken by the sound of an accordion playing. From the shadows emerges a male dancer that wakes up the woman from her frozen pose with a touch. The dancers move with an intoxicating grace, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace as they sweep across the stage in a whirlwind of desire. One can perceive the deep breathing of the female dancer piercing the silence provided by the crowd, which gazes into the shapes under the lights, hypnotized by the synchronized rhythm of the accordion with the movement of the performers.

Elis and Peter are stunned by the beauty of the act and feel that this was a great choice. They can not avoid noticing that the dancers' clothes become almost transparent under certain angles of the bright spotlight. The dance moves were more erotic than what you would expect from a tango competition, with the dancers touching each other's erogenous parts occasionally. They comment and giggle about the apparent large male genitals that seem to be hard and joke if his excitement is about the dance or the female dancer.

It all ends with a sudden freeze of the music and movement. There is a second of expectation before the clapping breaks the silence and the dancers regain their liveliness to bow to the cheering crowd.

Elis and Peter pickup their drinks for a toast in celebration of this moment. Their drinking is interrupted by the dancers, who approach them with friendly smiles.

- Welcome to our glamorous show. I hope you are enjoying it so far. My name is Emmanuelle and this is Jean-Paul.

Jean-Paul approaches Elis and kisses her hand before delivering a second kiss to her cheek.

Emmanuelle held Peter's hand with both her hands.

- What good hands you have. Strong and firm. - Observed Emmanuelle.

- It makes my heart race. Please feel it. - Emmanuelle places Peter's hand on her chest.

- Can you feel it? - She asked.

- Yes, yes! - replied Peter, feeling a little uncomfortable noticing her raised heartbeat.

Emmanuelle too gave a kiss on Peter's cheek while carefully placing his hand back on his lap.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, and we hope you will enjoy the rest of the night with us. - Jean-Paul's voice sounded deep and had a sprinkle of french accent.

- Here. This is for you to wear later if it pleases you. - With these words, Jean-Paul places two black lace made face masks on the table with a small note. The dancers node with a smile and walk away to another table.

- What just happened! - says Peter still trying to compose himself from the intimate touching with Emmanuelle.

- I don't know. But you seem to be happy. - Replied Elis while placing her hand over Peter's lap, feeling his arousal.

- Well, it is good that my body reacts to stimuli. - Answered Peter while guiding Elis hand back to the table.

- What are the masks for? Can we read the note? - Peter was both trying to diverge the topic of the conversation from his unexpected arousal and satiate his curiosity about the masks.

- It says:

"Welcome to our cabaret tango passionate night!

These masks are here to relieve you of your identity.

You are invited to participate in our erotic activities.

If you prefer to keep a spectator role than sit at your table and enjoy the show.

The sacred word is 'Eclipse'. Use it when you wish to abandon any of the activities.

Your pleasure is our passion.

Emmanuelle & Jean-Paul"

- Oh my god! What do you think is going to happen? - Elis said it with a nervous laugh and a bit of shock.

- One thing I know. I'm going to finish my cocktail.

- While you finish your drink, I'll go to the toilet. We can decide when I'm back.