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Chapter One

Synopsis: The stories of six friends living in the city, navigating love and life while maintaining their careers.

Warning: 18+, alcohol use, cheating, smut, slow burn

Thank you so much for reading this for me darling @stargirlfics

Cathedral Hookah & Cabaret October 27th, 2023, 9:44 pm

Steve’s gaze is immediately drawn to the awe-inspiring facade bearing a resemblance to a cathedral. The structure's towering height, dramatic arches, and intricate stonework evoke the same sense of reverence as an ancient place of worship. The exterior walls are adorned with ornate carvings depicting swirling smoke patterns, hookahs, and other symbols associated with relaxation and tranquility.

Even in the sixty-degree weather, the line of women wore tight leather dresses and stilettos. The men were wearing silk shirts and their finest loafers. Kabrina had told him this was the most popular lounge and cabaret on this side of town. Steve just wished she had been more specific. He looked out of place in his olive green shirt and khaki pants. If he’d known about a dress code, he would’ve put forth more of an effort.

He could see the bouncer standing at the door, clipboard in hand. He chewed on his bottom lip as he approached the opposing gentleman. He cleared his throat to get his attention.

“Excuse me, I’m here with the Stewart party. My name is Steve Rogers.”

The man looked down at his clipboard. He flipped through three pages before looking back at Steve, shaking his head.

“Sorry sir. Your name’s not on the list.”

Steve tilted his head. He looked up at the building, the neon sign on the door reading, “Cathedral”. He was sure he was at the right place. Was it the wrong day, perhaps?

“Are you sure?”

The man looked down at his papers again and up at Steve again.

“No, Not on the list. You are more than welcome to wait in line. Shouldn’t be more than an hour.”

An hour? Steve shook his head. There was no way he was going to wait in line for an hour for some lounge he didn’t want to be at in the first place. He had plenty of papers to grade and Ben & Jerry’s to eat. He turned on his heel and headed back to the parking garage. If he hurried, he could fit in four episodes of Grey’s Anatomy before bed.

“Excuse me, sir,”

Steve looked over his shoulder to see the bouncer waving him back to him. Steve sighed and walked back to the bouncer.

The man smiled at him.

“I’m sorry man, Ms. Stewart told me to give you a hard time before letting you in. Go to the hostess stand and see Wassa. She’ll direct you from there.”

Steve had half a mind to call Kabrina and tell her that he was going to go home anyway. She could be such a child sometimes.

Steve internally rolled his eyes and stepped through the large, wooden double doors.

The interior reflected a European style, with an emphasis on curves. The chandelier was held by strips of golden silk that also spread across the vaulted ceiling.

There was a large window to the right. A large ivory bed sat in the center of the room. A woman sat upon it, wrapped in the red sheets that adorned it. Her brown skin was radiant, as the low lights illuminated her. Steve could make out her breast from how snugly she held the sheets to her body. Her jet-black curly hair framed her face. And her full lips were hypnotizing. Her chestnut brown eyes met his baby blues.

She smiled at him. He smiled back.

“That’s Xiomara. Isn’t she beautiful?”

Steve looked over his shoulder. A petite dark-skinned woman smiled up at him. Her locks fell past her waist and were adorned with pink beads and shells. She was wearing a mesh top that matched her skin tone, with pink beads creating an intricate design, accentuating her breasts. Her mesh high-waisted brief matched the top and it just barely covered her privates with beads.

She gestured to a phone that was perched on the wall.

“You can talk to her if you’d like. If you say some pretty things to her, she might even let you join her in there.”

Steve glanced back over at Xiomara. She was kneeling now, the sheet tucked between her thighs. She crooked her finger to him. Steve could feel her allure pulling him to her but he was here to support his friend.

Steve cleared his throat, a weak attempt to hold his composure.

“I’m supposed to be looking for someone named Wassa?”

“That would be me. How can I help you honey?”

“I’m looking for Kabrina Stewart.”

“She’s backstage right now. However, your party will be in the Priority Lounge. Please follow me.”

Steve fought to keep his eyes up as he followed behind Wassa. Her pink heels complemented her beautiful calves and thick thighs. Now he knew why Kabrina specified for him to be sent to her upon his arrival.

She was trying to set him up.

Wassa led him through the vibrant red curtain that opened to the cabaret. The stage looked to be made of marble with two spiral staircases on either side. Black velvet love seats were stationed at the front circle of the stage. The rest of the seats were spread out with hookahs of black and red.

“Wild Side” by Normani played from the speakers as the performer worked the stage wearing a black, sheer leopard bodysuit. Her fiery red hair was curly and wild as she danced across the stage.

The smaller version of the golden silk chandelier was above the stage. The warm lighting highlighted her amber skin. She ran her hands down her body, captivating the audience with her erotic movements.

Steve followed Wassa up another set of stairs. The sound of the music softened as he rounded the corner. The door to the Priority Lounge was glass. Steve saw Sam sitting on the white leather couch, wearing a black sheer shirt and a pair of black pants. The red of his Louboutins was displayed as he had one foot propped on the table before him.

Bucky was there as well. That was unexpected considering the last conversation they had two days ago was that Bucky was on his way to Puerto Rico.

Bucky stuck out like a sore thumb in this environment—more than Steve. Bucky wore a black mesh shirt, his silver nipple rings on display. His red high-waisted pants were held up by leather straps over his shoulders like overalls. As much as Steve was sure Bucky caught a few stares, he knew his best friend didn’t give a fuck about what people thought about him.

Wassa opened the door and Steve walked in behind her.

“Good evening gentlemen, your friend is here at last.”

“Thank you, Wassa. Please have someone bring him a Holy Altar and another bottle of Hennessy, please.” Sam requested.

“A Holy Altar?” Steve raised his brow.

“It’s our signature cocktail. Vodka, Elderflower liqueur, lemon juice, and orange bitters. You’ll love it.”

Wassa closed the door behind her. Steve looked out of the large window. The dancer finished her performance and was sauntering off the stage. She still held the audience captive as they were still watching her walk off.

“Took you long enough to get here. What was the hold-up?”

Before Steve could answer, a young caramel-skinned woman walked in with a bottle of Hennessy and a glass that contained a light purple liquid. Her vibrant yellow bodysuit harmonized with her ginger hair. She was barelegged, showing off the full-leg floral tattoo she had. The bright reds and oranges popped off her skin. Finishing her look was a pair of gold stilettos.

“Holy Altar?”

Steve raised his hand slightly, signaling that the drink was for him.

She passed the glass to Steve with a smile. He took it from her with a hushed thank you. She looked down at her hand, noticing the one hundred dollar bill in her hand. She placed the bottle of Hennessy on the table and slipped the money between her breasts.

Steve took a sip of the drink. Surprisingly, he enjoyed the taste. He wasn’t much of a drinker anymore but he could make an exception for this. He might even get another one.

“You like it?”

“It’s delicious. Thank you” Steve replied, missing the obvious flirtation in her voice.

“Can I get you anything else?” She asked in a honeyed tone. Her eyes trailed up and down Steve’s frame, making him feel self-conscious.

“What’s your name, little lady?” Bucky asked from behind her.

“Skye”

“Skye, this is my buddy Steve. He’s a little shy. Is there any way we can get you to come back if he needs anything?” Steve’s eyes widened. He knew exactly what Bucky was attempting to do.

“Sure thing sugar. Just pick up your phone on the wall there and ask for me. I’ll be at your beck and call.” Skye winked and headed out of the Priority Lounge.

When the door closed, Steve threw a wadded napkin at Bucky. The dark-haired man caught it and tossed it back to his friend. This has been the definition of their friendship. Always picking on one another. Just like brothers.

“Now why did you put him on the spot like that?” Sam chuckled.

“Because he needs to loosen up. His divorce is final and it’s too many beautiful women in here for him to act like he’s in mourning” Bucky explained.

“My divorce has only been final for two months. I can’t just jump onto the next pretty girl. It wouldn’t be right.” Steve took another sip of his drink. He would have to get another one before he left for the night.

“I say we cut him some slack. Divorce isn’t easy and it’s not like he was fully prepared for it. Peggy did just spring it out of nowhere” Sam explained.

“I’m not telling him to pursue another relationship. I’m only telling him to stop thinking about that woman. She’s moved on, and it’s time he does the same.”

“That’s easier said than done, but thanks.”

Before Bucky could respond, the door of the Priority Lounge swung open, and in walked Kabrina and Tierra. Kabrina threw her purse and duffle bag onto the couch next to Steve and stood next to the window in the room.

Tierra walked over to Sam, whose arms were wide open for her, and sat on his lap. His lips immediately went to her neck, neglecting the conversation with the other two men.

“Hey, fellas,” Tierra said between giggles.

“Well, that’s a greeting from one person. Hello to you too Kabrina. Oh, and thank you for having the bouncer play that little prank on me. I almost went back home.” Steve rolled his eyes.

Kabrina looked over her shoulder at him.

“You were not going to go home over me having a little fun with you. It’s one of the reasons you keep me around.” Kabrina smiled.

“No, the reason I keep you around is over there with his nipples on display.”

“So I must not look as good as I think I do.” Bucky joked.

Kabrina looked over at Bucky and laughed. She was so engrossed in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice what he was wearing.

“Don’t ever doubt that Mr. Barnes, you look fantastic. You must be trying to meet someone tonight looking like that.”

“When am I not on a mission?”

Kabrina laughed at his statement, her nose scrunching in the process. She turned her attention back to Steve and held her hand to him.

“You know that I will always support you, but you have to lay off the jokes. Can you do that for me?” Steve asked, reaching into his pocket to pass her his phone.

“I’ll give you a month off and then I’m back on my bullshit. Fair?”

“Fair”

Kabrina grabbed Steve’s glass out of his hand as well and took a sip of his drink. Steve threw his hands up in defeat. Kabrina always got what she wanted from him.

No matter what.

“My friend, London, is getting ready to come out soon. I put so much into this design so please tell me what you think and be honest with me.”

PURE/HONEY began to play from the speakers. Kabrina’s head snapped back to the window. Tierra tapped Sam on the leg to get him to pay attention. The curtains opened, and Bucky immediately stood up from his seat.

Kabrina followed her across the stage with Steve’s phone.

The gold bodysuit glimmered in the stage lighting. There were spaces cut out showing off London’s bare skin. Her thick legs were on display, making Bucky weak in the knees. Her brown skin was radiant, covered in a gold body oil that resembled honey. He wanted to trace his tongue along her body to taste it. As she spun around on the stage, she looked up. She smiled at Kabrina and then locked eyes with Bucky.

He could feel himself stiffen as he stepped closer to the window to conceal it from his friends.

The way she moved from one end of the stage to the next had Bucky in a trance. He watched as the gold beads bounced on the performer’s body.

“Kabrina. Your friend. Is she single? I need to know.”

Sam laughed at the desperation in Bucky’s voice. Usually, Bucky was calm when it came to women he was interested in. But something about this dancer had him like a dog in heat.

“Damn kid. You must like what you see. I’ve never seen you act like that.” Sam took a sip of his drink before passing his glass to Tierra.

“I’ve never seen a woman that beautiful before.”

“And now you sound like you’re in love.” Tierra took the glass from Sam, finishing the drink.

“Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news but she does have a boyfriend. He’s around here somewhere. He said he didn’t want to be too far from the stage.” Kabrina explained.

Bucky pressed his forehead against the glass. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. His brain was telling him to leave it alone but his body was screaming for her. And Bucky was never one to let something as small as a boyfriend get in his way when he wanted something.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head. Bucky, don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t-”

“Promise me, Bucky.”

“I promise I won’t do anything stupid. Don’t worry your pretty little curls about that” Bucky leaned over and kissed Kabrina on the temple. She playfully swatted him away as she continued to watch London on the stage.

“Now, I’m off to go find that pretty girl that was in that room when you first walk in” Bucky stepped out of the room.

Kabrina felt a surge of accomplishment watching her friend make her design look good. She always admired how London’s confidence could be felt no matter where she went or what she was doing.

She was an ideal woman.

When she finished her performance, she received a standing ovation. Kabrina has been to Cathedral plenty of times, and this is the first standing ovation she’s seen. She stopped recording and passed the phone back to Steve.

His hand gently brushed hers and a surge of electricity shot through her body. Sometimes she could keep it in check, but there were others where she couldn’t help but respond to his touch. She made a promise to herself. She told herself that it was over but she couldn’t stop herself from asking-

“Hey Steve, can I crash at your place tonight?”

There was an awkward silence in the Priority Lounge. Tierra currently had her face buried in Sam’s neck.

Steve looked over at Sam, hoping he could subtly tell him to “say no”. But Sam was preoccupied with his girlfriend sitting in his lap. Nothing else mattered when the two of them were together. That part wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Kabrina wasn’t the easiest person to resist. She knew that. She knew she had Steve wrapped around her finger.

He should say no. He knew he should say no. Nothing good could come from spending the night with him. Steve knew that. So why the hell did he say,

“Uh, sure. That’s not a problem.”

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