Vogue Vorgeben

Vogue Vorgeben

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

When Ada starts to sing at Vouge Vorgeben music hall she hears the rumours and tales of a phantom lurking in the tunnels under the music hall and the death of a singer whose dressing room she has. Ada eager to start a new life but her past lover Patrick haunts her still. Soon she realizes the mystery sender of roses and ribbons is watching her every move.

Summary

When Ada starts to sing at Vouge Vorgeben music hall she hears the rumours and tales of a phantom lurking in the tunnels under the music hall and the death of a singer whose dressing room she has. Ada eager to start a new life but her past lover Patrick haunts her still. Soon she realizes the mystery sender of roses and ribbons is watching her every move.

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Submitted: June 23, 2012

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Authors Note: First chapter of my short story Vogue Vorgeben, enjoy (: I’ll add more chapters once I’ve finished them. Look forward to hearing the views and comments (:

 

Vogue Vorgeben

Chapter 1

I peered at the crowd making sure to not let see me peeking. The music hall was packed out and the noise from the crowd drowned out the failing comedian. I swallowed nervously I was next on stage. Vogue Vorgeben wasn’t my first choice of place to work. It was known for the difficult drunk crowds and hard criticism. Yet with being low on funds and the music hall’s manager Cora very generously giving me a good salary and my own room I knew turning the offer down would be foolish. More to my decision I wasn’t welcome in the upper class theatres anymore. “Don’t let them get to you”. Cora whispered placing her hand on my shoulder. I give a nod knowing if I spoke she would know how nervous I actually was. I didn’t want to look nervous and weak. I wasn’t new to being on the stage. My act was simple. I was to go out there and sing. Easier said than done, I thought to myself. I looked at myself in the mirror. My long straight ebony hair looked glossy and healthy. Dark blue eyes outlined in black. My dark eyebrows plucked so they looked dramatic and arched and lips red and plump. I breathed in slowly it was different in the theatre. I wasn’t alone on stage. I was trying to re-invent my career as a lone singer. I acted on stage and sung before. I felt the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. The crowd jeered as the comedian curtseyed and said his goodbyes. As he passed me he gave me an amused look. “I don’t envy a newcomer going out there”. I gave him what I hoped was a dark look and walked out. I felt the heat off the many lights shine down on me and the many eyes on me. The silence needed to be cut, it was unbearable. So I looked straight ahead and sung.

I had a dark haunting voice that had taken me from an extra in the theatre to my career rising. After a year I was getting lead parts and many fans. I was applauded and received flowers and gifts from my fans that waited for me in my dressing room. I closed my eyes letting the passion of my voice enclose me. I didn’t hear the crowd anymore, I closed off the whispers and let my voice rise over them. I opened my eyes momentary forgotten I was in front of a large crowd. I blinked seeing the crowd looking at me in aware and silent. I smiled and they started to applaud. My smile stretched and I gave a small curtsy. As I walked off the stage I felt my heart flatter in happiness as I heard callings of admire and whistling from the men. Cora pulled me into an embrace. “Ada you was brilliant, I have never see the crowd so calm and they adored you”! I held her back seeing the music halls other acts cheering. Cora let me go and I walked to my dressing room. “Your voice is stunning”. I turned to Licette she was one of the ballet dancers. “Thank you”. I replied and she smiled. “I’ll bet the gossip will be all about you”. It was common knowledge music halls where one of the best places to hear gossip. The bar next door where alcohol and hot food was served and brought into the hall was where the crowd went at the end of the night. Mostly to relay the rumours they had heard from the hall. I opened my dressing room door and Licette followed me in. “Do you need help unpinning your hair”? She asked as I sat at my table. I gave a nod, I wasn’t expecting my own dresser. Licette gently started to take out the metal slides out of my hair. “I know this isn’t as fancy as the theatre but I’d say you’ll have a good career here”. Licette commented slowly brushing my wavy hair. “So you’ve heard of me”. Licette nodded, “ we all have why do you think Cora gives you the best wages around here and the best room”. “I think I will enjoy it here”. “You do know no one else will take this room”. “Why not”? I glanced around the room. It was well decorated for a dressing room, large with poles for hanging clothes. Cora had cleaned up the dressing table, wig holders and the scratched chairs. There was a small window overlooking London city centre. I liked looking over the dark smoky city. “Because of the phantom that’s why”. Licette said looking sombre.  

I made my way home laughing softly to myself. The cold night air on my face. It felt good after being in the stuffy music hall. Licette told me an amusing story about the music hall. There was a phantom hiding away underneath in the old tunnels. Tunnels that lead all over the city. I didn’t believe it, the theatre I worked in previously had they grey lady who haunted the boxes. I didn’t believe in ghost stories. I looked at my street. Like the most of the others working at the music hall we rented rooms. Roux Street housed mostly, dancers, actors and various other acts playing in the city. It wasn’t in the worse part of London but it wasn’t in the best either. The slums where round the corner and if I took a left leading towards the centre I would come across a prostitute or two. Perhaps even a renter.

I unlocked the door and the familiar sounds of talking and music playing greeted me. I made my way upstairs. Iris my landlady stood at the top of the narrow stairs in the dim lit landing. I held my skirts knowing if I did trip on the steep stairs I wouldn’t be the first. “I heard you went down well tonight”. “Yes and the gossip has travelled fast”. Iris smiled she was wiry sly fox. She knew what did really go on behind closed doors never mind around her. “It does and most of the music hall’s in my home”. I felt on edge. I was glad my sudden leaving wasn’t common knowledge. Cora had tried to press me for details but I refused to tell her. I wasn’t very popular at the theatre but I was doing well. Maybe being at Vogue Vorgeben might get me somewhere. I had dreamt of being a singer and actress for as long as I could remember. I remembered when I was just a maid. “Well I hope all good talk”. I finally said and went to pass Iris. She stayed still. “You have a gentleman caller”. I didn’t ask who and quickly went to my room. Anymore loitering Iris would of wanted more information. The look she gave me I knew what she thought. I was a mistress, some actresses where and I heard many stories about it. But I wasn’t, not anymore anyway.

I slowly closed my door not looking at him. I knew before I entered my room who it would be. “I heard they adored you tonight Ada”. I didn’t speak and I smelt his expensive aftershave. I peered at Patrick. “How did you find out where I am staying”? Patrick smiled and stood up leaning on his cane. “I have my ways”. I heard his boots on the polished wood nearing to me. I stood motionless. “I was upset when I found out you had left”. I shivered as I felt Patrick’s hand on the small of my back. His fingers caressing me through the material of my dress. “I had to leave”. I muttered and I felt his lips on my nape. “I was at the back of the music hall. You looked so beautiful and your singing passionate”. I was weakening I knew I was I could feel it. We had been here before. I moved away from him the room too dark and his presence intense, too much so for my liking.

I struck the match and lit the candles. They gave off a cosy glow. “Ada come back. Your our Lady Macbeth, the performance will not be the same without you”. “I’m sure there are many girls wanting the role. In fact I know there are”. I sat down on my bed watching Patrick move to my side. “I don’t only want you back for that”. He whispered and I felt his hot breath on my neck. His hand gently pushed my hair behind my ear and he gaze softly at me. Patrick’s hand smoothed down my cheek, brushing over my wet lips and with his fingertip felt down my neck. I felt my body yearn for him. I allowed him to brush the bottom of his lip on my neck. The zip on the side of my black dress slid down and Patrick started to undress me. I sat on the edge of the bed as he smooth down my stockings. I sat feeling my body heat and my heart flattering. I loathed the way he could make me feel and ache for his touch. Patrick kissed my ankle and made his way up to my thigh. The gentle soft kisses left there impression on me as I opened my legs wider. Patrick leant up as he sat in front of me. I ran my fingers through his silk like brown hair streaked with grey. Like I had done many times before and longed to pull the chestnut hair as he made love with me. Patrick moaned as he cupped my breasts. I pulled at him to move up. Patrick stood as I brushed my hand over his groin. I felt the stiffness of him. “Ada undress me”. Patrick gasped, I listened to his aroused quickening of his breath. I stood and pushed back his jacket and let it fall to the floor. His tie I slowly unknotted and pulled at the material. I tossed it to the floor and unbuttoned his shirt. His smell persuaded me to put my mouth on his chest. I ran my hands over him. With my tongue I licked down tasting his soft skin. I stopped at his belt and clutched him with my hand. Patrick groaned placing his hand on my cheek. “Ada”. He muttered as I slipped my hand into his trousers. Patrick moved my hand and started to undo his belt.

I closed my eyes my mouth slightly parted as I felt Patricks fingers brushing against my clit. He stroked me and I parted my legs wider needing him. He slipped a finger inside of me as he kissed my stomach. His lips licked further down and he slide in another digit. I leant up and met his lips with my own. I beckoned him down and I felt the hardness of him in-between my legs. I thrust my hips up as I felt a release. I with hunger kissed him pulling his body closer to mine. I felt his lips melting on to mine. Patrick pushed his organ into me and advanced slow. I moaned caressing his body. I lifted my leg further up and Patrick thrust faster. Patrick lifted me up as he sat on his knees. I straddled him and felt my own wetness on my thighs. I lifted my body up teasing him as I lingered on the tip of his organ and slowly pushed my body down on to him. I moaned feeling his bitten down fingernails digging into my back. I pressed my breasts to his chest and thrust faster on to him. I gasped feeling his organ deeper inside. Patrick muttered my name as he bit the lobe of my ear. He lay me down and brought his organ out of me and spent over my breasts.

I made a satisfied noise as he dropped down next to me. His hand moved over my bare chest and I glanced over at Patrick. His eyes closed and a small smile on his face. I slowly moved out of my bed and picked up my packet of cigarettes and matches. I opened the large window and sat on the windows ledge looking out on to the city behind the roofs. The soft breeze cooled my body. I watched my cigarette smoke blow out of the window. I could hear low talking from downstairs and Patricks soft snores. We used to have a thing, I gave a chucked. A thing, it was a little more than that. At a stretch I would say relationship. I had worked in Patricks home as a lowly maid. I hadn’t took the slightest bit of notice of him at first. I was angry and upset over my father’s sudden death. My parents had owned a pawn shop. When my father had died from falling in the river, he couldn’t swim and no one was around who could or wouldn’t help. My mother had no head for numbers or the pawn business so it went downhill. I got a job as I maid to pay off our debts and to hire someone who knew what they was doing. My mother died just after my first performance at the theatre. I got a small sum of money from the shop once all the debts had been paid. “Ada sweetie”. Patrick muttered as I flicked my cigarette end out of the window. “I’d rather you went soon. I don’t want the others to see you. They will know who you are”. Patrick slowly got out of bed and picked up his clothes. I watched him dress. Patrick kissed my cheek softly. “Seeing you sitting there naked makes me want to stay”. I stroked his cheek. “Ada come back to the…”. I held up my hand cutting him off. “I am staying where I am Patrick”. He sighed, “I won’t be able to see you as often as I would like”. “I’m not sure if I want to go back to what we was”. “Please Ada don’t hurt me again”. I did love him once so much. Since I found out divorcing his wife was never going to happen my feeling of hurt and anger started to take over. “I don’t want to go into that again”. “No best not and I’ll go now”. I watched him leave and I heard Iris corner him at the bottom of the stairs.

It was during my first year working at Patrick’s home when we started to talk. It wasn’t normal for maids and the masters of the house to talk like friends. I would be cleaning the library or lighting the fires and Patrick would appear and would start up conversion. I knew enough about what happened to maids. They throw caution in the wind and started a relationship. They got pregnant and tossed out. Or they just got fondled. I had the latter but by then Patrick knew I was falling for him. We was careful and he would send for me to clean his study, a place his wife didn’t go. I would sit on his knee and he would kiss me gently. At first I thought it was ever so romantic. He would sneak sly touches of me during the day and whisper loving things to me. When I told him I wanted to be an singer he asked me to sing to him and act out a part of a play for him he impressed told me he wanted to help me. Patrick owned one of the biggest theatres and some opera houses in London. He knew how to get where I wanted to be.

I left my maids job and went straight into theatre work. I wasn’t the best there but not being the worse gave me more drive to be better. Now I was earning my own money and lived in one of Patrick’s properties I asked him to leave his wife. I couldn’t go on being the other women not when I was in a different position. I felt free and independent. Patrick lead me up the garden path for a couple of months till after a heated argument he told me he would never divorce her. It would cause too much scandal and it was very rare divorce. I had shouted at him to leave and I had packed my bags. I found a small cheap room and started to find work. I went during the day to the theatre when Patrick would be with newcomers or at home and I told the manager I had quit. A week after I went to Cora who welcomed me to the music hall and told me about Iris’s. I didn’t and don’t now regret leaving Patrick. Now I had my own place to stay and I worked away from him. I knew if I had put up with being a mistress I would of stayed where I was. Now he had found me.

I lit up a cigarette as I sat in the parlour with a glass of gin listening to Asa play the piano. I relaxed on the red padded chair. Licette lounged on the sofa. “Ada your second night are you nervous”? Licette asked re-filling her wine glass. During the day most of the acts that lived in Iris’s would rehearse or lounge about. I knew all my songs, some I had written myself. “No not tonight, I’m rather excited”. I confided and finished off my gin and Asa started to play a more slower song. I had a vast appreciation for music. Listening to Asa playing sent me back to my past. I would sit and sung while my father played the piano. Asa was in act with two other woman who dressed as men they sung and did saucy dances. I found them enjoyable tot watch. I had already heard the rumours about them. They were lovers. When questioned Licette had told me they would laughed and kiss each other’s cheeks. “Ada”. Iris called and I looked up. She came in and handed me a single perfect white rose with a red ribbon tied around it in a bow. “Who sent this”? I asked taking it from her. “Found it on the doorstep with your name on the note”. She handed me the note, it wasn’t Patrick’s handwriting. I didn’t recognize it, on the end of the A, a black heart was connecting to it. “Oh you have an admirer”! Licette said joyfully. I smiled feeling the roses soft petals. It was full in bloom and not a single sight of decay on it. I stroked the red ribbon and slowly pulled unravelling it.

I looked at myself in the mirror I had tied the ribbon in my hair. I wore a long but fitted midnight blue dress with small sparkly gems around the low bodice. The sleeves long and tight of black lace. The silk of my black petticoat slightly showing. I started to powder my face paler. I hummed softly to myself searching round my make-up box for my lipstick. “Ada”! Licette called tapping on the door. “Come in”. I replied put the power brush down. Licette grinned at me. “Found it outside your door”. She handed me another white rose with another ribbon in black tied around it. “And a note”. I looked at the note, I’ll be watching tonight again. I smiled propping the note against my mirror. “Maybe it’s the phantom”. Licette whispered and I shook my head. “Of course it is”. Licette gave me a mysterious smile and left. I finished my make-up and made my way to the stage.

I greeted Asa and walked on. The main passage to the stage was always full of other acts in various stages of getting dressed and taking to each other. Some drinking from wine bottles. I waved to a few and turned to the backroom. I stopped as I saw the women Asa played the piano for. They was in the dark corner. I hung back glancing around. We was alone. I stared unable to look away as I saw the blonde one, Lucy stroke up Wendy’s bare thigh. She lifted her leg smoothing it against Lucy’s. They kissed softly holding each other. Wendy’s hand slid under Lucy’s thin chemise and I saw her stiff nipples. The tip of her breast exposed. Wendy stroked her small breasts. Lucy held her slender neck and pressed her lips against her exposed collarbone. I felt my heart race and I felt a caress on my nape. I felt as a hand cupped the curve of my bum. I shivered and turned round quickly. There was no one there. I quickly passed Lucy and Wendy. My imagination was playing tricks.

I down at my feet as I curtseyed to the applauding crowd. A single white rose fell at my feet. I peered up at the boxes. A dark shadow moved away. I picked up the rose and went to Cora. “Do you know who was in the box? Closest to me on the left”? Cora gave me a curious look. “No it was empty tonight”. I give a laughed, “then the rose must of appeared out of thin air then”. Cora didn’t reply and went to the ballet dancers on next. “An admirer then”. Patrick said leaning against the wall. I had the rose in my hand. “Yes I would say so”. Patrick put his hand on my hip and leant close to my ear. “Could I take you out for supper”? “I can’t there an after party. There celebrating my arrival here and the leaving of  one of the ballet dancers”. “May I be your plus one”? “We’ll be seen together, you don’t want scandal”. Patrick looking uncomfortable but he kissed my cheek. “You worked for me. I’m only celebrating you success here”. I gave in and linked Patricks arm as he lead me to the upstairs. It was mainly where dressmaking was done and fittings but tonight it was decorated lavishly and Asa played the piano. Food was laid on and wine and champagne was being served. Licette called to me as she danced with one of the mimes. I waved and picked up a glass of champagne. I sat at an empty table with Patrick, he placed his hand over mine which rested on the table surface. “I’m surprised you haven’t been told about what happened in the room you’re in”. I frowned I was sure Licette would happily tell me a piece of gossip. “Rumours am guess Patrick, Cora would of said something or someone else”. “True story and they don’t want you demanding another room”. “Tell me”. “There was a singer, she was brilliant but in the end she started to go mad. Said she seen things that wasn’t there and someone giving her ribbons. Cora stopped her from being taken to the madhouse. But she stared to get worse some nights she refused to sing saying she was being followed and he would be watching. Cora got some men to knock down her door after she locked herself in. She had slit her wrists. She was dead by the time they got to her”. I sipped my drink slowly taking Patrick’s words in.

“That’s terrible”. I finally managed. I wasn’t going to jump to conclusions because I had been sent ribbons. They was just nice things to send. It was tragic what happened to the singer but I couldn’t let it get to me. “Ada darling let’s dance”. I put down my drink and Patrick took my hand.

Swaying from too much to drink I sat down. I smiled at Patrick as he spoke to the music hall’s owner Klaus. Cora sank into the chair next to me. She was a tall women with a thin frame. Her blonde hair streaked with grey was always pinned up in a refined style. Her dress always formal and sensible. “I know what happened in my dressing room”. I said and Cora looked up serious. “Iris told you then thought she would”. “No”. Cora waved her hand over to Patrick. “You ex-lover would of”. “Ex-employee”. Cora gave me a knowing look. “I know why you left. You’re not the only girl”. Patrick had always told me and I thought I knew I was the only one. I gave a bitter laugh. At twenty year old I thought I was so smart. Yet I had missed that. Cora smiled, “I was once. I worked at the opera house then I came here. I met Patrick there. His father owned it then. This was some time ago. I left because I knew nothing would ever be allowed to come of it”. “He never said, was he married then”? “No and I was too poor”.

I watched her walk away feeling like it was secret she had told me. I relaxed back the joyful atmosphere lighting my mood. The heat and the alcohol in my body making me sleepy. I felt my eyes wanting to close. My lids suddenly heavy. I smiled as I felt Patrick’s hand on my neck stroking it. He had leather gloves on, the cool leather feeling nice on my skin. I moved my head slightly as I felt the leather clad hand stroke through my hair. Soft caresses on my back. Warm wet lips on my bare shoulders as the material was pushing down. “Patrick people will see us”. I muttered but I didn’t want his lips away from my skin. They felt different warmer and more inviting. The brush of his dark hair on my nape caused my body to shiver. I through half opened lids looked ahead. My body froze as I saw Patrick wasn’t caress me with his touch and lips he was stood with Licette.

I whipped round and saw there was nobody there. I stood up I must of drank too much. I made my way out of the room. The cold quiet stairway seemed to wake me up. I leant on the painted gold bannister looking down at the music halls lobby. The candles where burning low and lighting dim. “Hey wait”! I called to the dark shadow I saw slipping into the stage room. I held my skirts as I rushed down the staircase. I heard the stage doors slam shut. “Wait”! I shouted and I pushed open the black ebony stage doors. I stopped seeing hundreds of roses fall on to the stage. It gave me an eerie feeling but it looked strangely beautiful. A shower of pure perfection roses. I crept forward watching them land. “Hello”? I softy called. I wasn’t scared I was more curious. I knew then from seeing the figure my mind wasn’t deceiving me. The candles started to go out as they burnt to nothingness.  “The roses are beautiful”. I said picking one up. The stage floor was covered by a blanket of roses. I smiled and playfully asked, “come out my admirer”. I heard soft movements above and then on the stairwell. I saw the dark shadow. I laughed softly. “Are you the mysterious phantom”? I moved forward and I saw the outline of a figure wearing black. I dropped the rose among the many others. “Who are you”?  There was only silence as I pressed forward. “Ada are you in here”? Patrick called loudly. I went to reply when the man grabbed me pulling me towards him. I struggled as I pressed his hand over my mouth.


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