#sintember2024

Tamerlane trembles at being stared at. She always has. Fame is not her friend… but as she shudders and shimmers, she is being watched. She doesn’t know it, yet. It’s only when the fuss dies down around them both that she finds Susan has approached her, settling beside her at the bar, the open bar, provided by the woman’s father. “Hello Tammy…” “Su?” “You alright?” Tamerlane twitches a half-smile, then shakes her head. “Royally fucked up Goldbug…. I miss…. I miss being famous for being… good. Caring about something… not daddy’s… daddy’s bullshit.” “Well… I did have a mystery benefactor for the Sharks… maybe that was you? Nobody needs to know otherwise.” “You’d do that?” Susan smiles, half-shrugs. “The man is dead, he was a sleaze anyway… yeah I’d do that…. They’ll think we’re together anyways when we’ve been talking this long…” Tamerlane barks a laugh then, then sighs. “I wish… no, I’m just the idiot who lost a good man through being… a mess.” Susan’s hand curls over Tamerlane’s, her squeeze soft. “They don’t need to know that…” They leave together, Susan making a point to curl a protective arm around Tamerlane, their hands entwine when Tamerlane covers her grip at her waist, Susan smiling down at her. It's only once they are safe, locked into Tamerlane’s home, that either dares let themselves want something. Tamerlane moans into Susan’s mouth even as Susan yanks her wrap dress open, a slim hand slipping into Susan’s tapering jeans. Susan breaks away only when they can’t keep their balance, letting Tamerlane pull her to the bedroom, smiling when Tamerlane gasps under her, firm fingers curling into her. “Such a good, beautiful, girl… my Tammy…. I’ve missed you.”