THE DOWN AND DIRTY DOSEY DOE

I have an elegant dress to wear. It’s a deep slate. I’m wearing silver…Bracelet, chain…dangling earrings – you know, ‘vertical framing’…so, hair up, or down?

Up. Sexy. You know I hate these things…

Oh, stop. You said the magic word. I’ll make it worth your while. Just keep that in mind for later.

In that case, let’s hope it doesn’t drag on.

If it does we’ll dosey on out…

We’ll what?

‘Dosey’…Dosey Doe?….you know? Square dancing? What?! What are you laughing at? It’s not THAT funny!

You have so many facets. Who the hell ARE you?!

You never square danced? It’s fun!

Ha! Fun?!

They never made you square dance? In school, even? Never?

Not the school I went to. ‘Dosey doe’ was  more like ‘down and dirty’ . Square dancing might get you less of a beat-down than ballet, but a beat-down , bet your ass.

No culture?

Inner city culture. Rough around the edges maybe, but , yeah, still ‘a Culture’. Square dancing is ‘country culture’. Never work.

I don’t know. Things can be beautiful when they cross over.

You sure can be. Care to cross over here?  Like that? …right now?

NO! I can’t! I’ve got a lot of getting ready to do.

Sounds like shopping.

I’ve got everything. Not sure of the earrings…

I’m sure they’ll be fine. So, there, that’s settled. Come on…

Hair!?  Nails? Hello? Going to Mila’s at 2.

So no playing afterwards?

You know the answer to that.

Don’t mess the hair.

…don’t mess the hair.

No dosey doe…

Oh, I’ll show you the old dosey doe a little later, partner.

Eeeee –hah, Partner. Two o’clock, huh? What time is it now?

Noooo. No down and dirty.

You’re thinking about it.

You know I am. And you are not?

So there’s time.

Not in my mind. I’ve got things to get done. Find something sexy for underneath…

Nothing sexier than nothing at all.

Oh yes there is.

Prove it.

I will…later.

Damn. I can’t convince you?

Oh, I’m convinced, but I’m also pre-occupied. This is a big night. People will be looking.

Yes, they will. And they won’t be disappointed. Unlike me…right now.

You poor deprived baby.

You challenging me?!

Oh, I will be, so get some rest. See you in a few.

No! Auugghh. Don’t leave!   …damn.

It turned out to be a grand celebration, after all. She had received her award very graciously. It was no surprise that she won, and there was a sincere and warm embracing from the collective group, a standing ovation, bringing tears to her eyes. She trembled a bit as she spoke…all the more endearing. He wiped a tear from his eye, as well, and sat bursting with pride, in awe at what she had achieved and the respect she received.

Given the out pouring, she was in great demand for photos and interviews afterward, so the evening did, indeed, drag on a bit. But he wasn’t going to deny her the moment. They had forever. Yet as he watched he grew more impatient and she noticed. As she passed, she whispered, “You’re lusting.”

And he responded, “Guilty. Oh, so guilty…”

Soon.

Not soon enough.

Then came dinner with the Producer, Director, Writer and Agents. There was much adrenaline at the table as ‘the next project’ was highly anticipated in lively chatter, most of which did not involve him.  Under the table, she rubbed the inside of his thigh working her way dangerously close to the prize, then slipping away. The tease. Let her play. It was her career. Her Life. What do we live for if not for some recognition…some respect…some affection? And even some sexual tension? Let her bask and share in it. She found joy in the sharing. Let her.

It grew late. They grabbed a cab home with the writer, who dropped them and picked up the tab. A Nice woman. He sensed an attraction between them, or was that just the drinking? They all had had their share. He wondered briefly, if she would like to share the rest of the evening. But then the cab left them at the curb and drove off.

I think she’s hot for you.

I was thinking that about you.

Let’s call her back.

Let’s not.

Let’s not.

Did you find what you were looking for?

What? Tonight? I would guess so! Unforgettable! Thank you.

Good. I’m so very proud. Really. But I was referring to earlier…

Earlier?

Yes. The “Something Underneath”…

Ohhhh! Yes. That. One track mind…

You put me on that track, Madam.

I did?

Yes you did. And that WAS you groping me at dinner, was it not?

I don’t know what you are talking about. I’m betting it was Kenneth. He likes you

I’ll bet you’re right. He has such gentle hands. Probing. But , then, We had an agreement...You and I…

So we did.

So we do.

So let’s do.

Deal. And “Oh My!” will you look at those! You were right. Those are nasty and so worth getting down to nothing, because what’s under those is like nothing else.

I don’t know who writes your material mister, but I am strangely, stupidly, attracted…

Me too.

So what say we shut up?

Let’s say we put up.

Let’s.

I'm down.

And I'm dirty.

Prove it.