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Linda Mujer Ch. 2~...

The day couldn't come soon enough. Though both Robert & Jimmy tried not to show it outwardly, once in their room each scoured their closet for just the right outfit suitable for their debut in her circle. In her club. They managed to secure a table & secret entry to the club by calling ahead. Another facet of their fame or Peter's name they weren't sure. Either way they were grateful.

Soon enough, both Jimmy & Robert found their chosen looks for the day. Jimmy chose a dark velvet suit & silk button up. Robert's suit had shimmery lame accents, his shirt opened for the first few buttons & his trademark love beads & turquoise jewelry as his accessories for the day. Both seemed suitable for such an auspicious evening.

The night of the show, Peter instructed the two on what gifts to pair with both their arrival & their note of introduction. He chose the floral arrangements; roses & carnations & the usual baby's breath. And despite their misgivings, thinking maybe champagne would be a better choice, he paired the flowers with a bottle of sparkling apple cider. An odd pairing. But Peter promised he thought it fitting. He told them that if it worked, they'd likely get the story later.

And so it was that later on, they made an odd pair of sorts - amongst the slightly more conservatively dressed denizens of the club - while bringing along their odd paired flower & drink tribute.

The club had a sort of baroque Spanish Gothic exterior with the interior caught somewhere between an old French club and a Gilded Age haunt. Red and black leather upholstered booths, dark wood tables, chandeliers & antique brass & frosted glass lights & accents. Though small, or rather intimate, there was room for an orchestra pit with an orchestra in white tie & tails. Very classy. Very old world.

Once at the club however, they found they were not the only ones with such tributes in tow. Men both young and old at neighboring tables & booths could be seen passing notes, flowers & gifts in tell-tale little velvet boxes to waiters with conspiratorially whispered words on just who to pass them to. Though it was obvious. All knew. All were politely refused & returned. No matter the size of the box or the brilliance of what glimmered inside. No dice. No sale. No chance.

It was enough to dissuade meeker men.

Not them.

Though unnerved, they trusted Peter. Trusted his choice. And they trusted that they could get in where others could not. It had happened before. So many times before. Perhaps it could again.

The next moment they found themselves distracted. The already dim lights went dimmer still, a spotlight centered on center stage at a large red velvet-draped curtain as the drumroll sounded & the orchestra kicked up. One shapely stockinged leg kicked out of the curtain and a cheer resounded from the audience.

The show was on.

Their gazes and attentions now fully fixed on the stage ahead.

That same stockinged leg had the spotlight travel up from toe to hip before it disappeared back behind the curtain. The curtain then parted to reveal a young lady with a mass of raven curls piled atop her head & pinned with crystal clips. Red lacquered lips, cat-eyed liner, softly blushed cheeks. It was her. The girl from the articles they'd seen before. The glamour girl herself. It was Merce.

She had a matching crystal accent on her black silk choker & at the center of the sweetheart neckline of her off-the-shoulder gown. A glittering dark black cinch-waisted full-skirted gown with ruffled puff sleeves and matching black silk opera-length gloves. Those gloved hands reached down and delicately peeled back her skirts as she danced about, to the cheers of the crowd.

She reached out & took the hand of a patron as she sang in smooth if softly accented English, curtsying to his wife & handing her a rose. Deferential. Smoothing things over before anyone could get too riled up.

Her whole routine was very much colored in Mexican culture. She held the petals of her dress aloft swishing it as she sang in Spanish now. The orchestra took place of a Mariachi, both its members along with a large portion of the audience joined her in song.

Both Robert & Jimmy enjoyed this bit of song and dance. Neither of course minded the peekaboo view of mile-long legs beneath her skirt as she danced. It had a sort of music hall homey sweetness. Very comforting. Familiar yet foreign all at once.

They minded even less what came next.

She went along & slowly peeled off her gloves one by one, flinging them into the audience. Jimmy ended up catching one. Robert arced his body & nearly dove to catch the other. The two of them grinned triumphantly at each other as other patrons grumbled.

Merce for her part curtsied in their direction before continuing with her routine. She removed the top layer of her skirt, revealing the shimmery petticoats underneath. Whirling the skirt around she then shielded herself from view, holding it just under her eyes at first & then inching it down, draping it around her curves. Soon that too was discarded into a small silken heap on the stage. As was each layer of her petticoat one by one after they were used in a sort of dance of the seven veils.

Whistles abounded as she undulated her way out of the wasp-waisted bodice of her gown, leaving her in the sweetheart off-the-shoulder bra top & matching bottoms along with her stockings, heels & choker. Another dance of the seven veils with her skirts followed as she inched her way out of more of her costume. Each swish of her skirt over her body brought a new revelation. A bared shoulder. Another clip of her top undone. At the end of the dance, the final result was half-revealed half-hinted at;

Merce then lifted & held the shimmery petticoat layer up, draping it across her body as she held her top aloft to her side between her manicured fingers. The swells of her breasts were just visible behind the fabric, nipples hid by her arm. She dropped her top suddenly before turning to kick up her heel at the last beats of the song, revealing a hint of shapely & similarly shimmery fabric draped rear before the curtain dropped & the show was over. Cheers abounded. Whistles. Calls for an encore. But it was all for naught. Her routine was over & the band kicked up signalling it was time to reset for the next act.

At that moment a member of the staff came to retrieve the tossed gloves. The moment had arrived. He was very apologetic for the trouble, offering a round of free drinks to the lads in return for the gloves.

"There's no need for that..." Jimmy started only to be cut off by his blonde compatriot.

"I'll have a cider, mate!"

Jimmy cut Robert a look to which the blonde responded.

"What? Why not? Might as well! As long as we're here! I mean they're offering!"

Jimmy swallowed his ire as best as he could before nodding & placing his order. "Jack & coke please."

Robert then followed up by passing the note to the gent. "And if you could, please give this to Miss Quintero?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. Miss Quintero doesn't accept gifts or notes from people she doesn't know." The man replied nervously.

"But I see gentlemen leaving for the stage door now?" Robert motioned to the gents leaving their tables to head to a stageside corridor then.

"They often try, sir. But she asks us to dissuade them. Though they still try. She doesn't accept gifts or money or anything. I'm sorry, sir."

"No need to be sorry, my good man." Jimmy smiled. "But I assure you this is different. If you can just take this note & tell her Peter Grant sends his regards. If she still refuses, just bring it back to us & after our drinks we'll be on our way."

"Peter Grant?" The man queried, looking to Robert & Jimmy as they nodded. "Alright. I guess it's worth a try. Please forgive me if it doesn't work & she still doesn't take it."

"No problem mate." Robert patted him on the back. "No harm done either way."

"No harm in trying, right?" Jimmy asked as he lit up.

The man nodded with a soft, "Excuse me..." and disappeared with the gloves & the note away down the corridor.

Robert & Jimmy received their drinks shortly after. They sipped & waited. By the third sip, however, the man was back. He looked incredulous. Stunned really. He spoke in an awed hush, clearly not believing the words he himself was about to say. "Please come with me, sirs. She'll see you shortly."

And with the roses & sparkling cider in tow they were on their way.

Down the corridor, they saw security doing away with a group of would-be suitors. Roses & jewels & stuffed animals were all being refused sight unseen. Some suitors tried greasing palms to no avail. No amount of money would help them gain an audience. Those same suitors grumbled & quite visibly & loudly griped at Robert & Jimmy being guided down yet another corridor that lead to her dressing room.

Once there, the man knocked on her door.

"Bueno?" A soft voice called out in Spanish.

"Señorita Rojas, it's me Felipe. I have your guests here."

"Gracias, Felipe. Un momento."

Felipe then turned & bowed to the two Englishmen. He then advised them, "Call me if you need anything", before disappearing.

Moments later, the door opened, Merce smiling a bright, eager smile as she fastened her dressing gown around her.

But that smile soon fell.

Merce replacing it with a quizzical look.

"There must be some kind of mistake." She pouted. "Can I help you two?"

"Miss Rojas?" Jimmy asked as Robert stayed in awed silence.

"Yes? Who's asking?" She asked, standing close to the door lest she needed to close it at a moment's notice.

"I'm so sorry. How rude of me. My name's Jimmy Page. This is my friend Robert."

"Plant..." Robert added, still a bit agog.

"I thought you two looked familiar." Merce nodded, only just then taking her hand off the door handle yet still remaining close by. "What can I do for you gentlemen? What brings you here?"

"You of course." Jimmy smiled. "That was a phenomenal performance. Stunning really. It was a delightful & dearly appreciated treat to be able to watch. Thank you."

"Thank you so much. I do my best to put on a good show. I'm glad to know it's appreciated." A small smile curved at her lips, yet full entrance to her inner sanctum was not yet allowed. "I must say, though this is quite a pleasant surprise to see the two of you here, I was expecting to see someone else with you. Hoping... I mean with the note and all..."

"You mean Peter?" Robert asked, suddenly snapping to.

"Ah, yes." She nodded. "He's not with you is he?"

"No, unfortunately." Jimmy cut back in. "We're close friends & business associates of Mr. Grant. Robert & I have known him for years."

"He manages us." Robert explained rather succinctly as always.

"I see..." Merce nodded, clearly still waiting for another shoe to drop.

"He sends his regards." Robert added, hoping to help smooth things over.

"He also sent us to invite you to join us at a party. He'll be there & I know he'd love to see you. Just as much as you'd love to see him I'm sure." Jimmy added with a grin.

Merce paused for a moment, considering their words & offer. "Perhaps... Give me a moment..."

And then at last.

"Please come in..."

Robert & Jimmy stepped in, seating themselves on a chaise in her roomy dressing room suite. Merce quickly dialed a number on the house phone, waiting until the other side picked up. "Hello, mami? Mami, I know you're expecting me at home but I was invited to a party. Would you mind if I go?"

Though they tried not to listen in, they could still hear Gloria gasp in surprise before enthusing. "Go! Go! Go, mija! Go! Go and have fun! Have fun! Have an adventure! You deserve it, my love! You work so hard!"

"Okay, mami. Thank you. Don't wait up. I'll see you in the morning. Love you." She & Gloria exchanged kisses before she hung up & then turned to regard Jimmy & Robert anew.

"Are those for me?"

At last Jimmy & Robert took the chance they were allowed to offer Merce the flowers & cider respectively. As they did so, Merce's smile widened. Brightened. Her eyes glittered as she inhaled the aroma of the bouquet. "Mmmm... He remembered..."

When she took the bottle, Robert explained. "I would think champagne would be better but he insisted on this instead."

"No, no, no..." Merce shook her head, looking over the bottle with a smile. "This is perfect. I love it. Thank you. Both of you. I don't usually accept visitors or gifts as I'm sure Felipe has explained to you. But this... This is different. Another thing entirely. Thank you so much."

Were those tears edging her eyes as she beamed at them?

They didn't have much time to consider as she turned on the small radio near on her dressing table, playing some Mexican boleros as she headed to the second room in her little dressing room suite. "Excuse me, won't you? I'll be a minute. Just let me pick a dress."

There was a dressing screen in the corner of the room, yet Merce dressed in the other room. The lads heard her call amidst a rustle of fabric & clicking hangers. "I don't suppose it's a black tie affair?"

"Ah, no. Decidedly more casual than that I'm afraid." Robert laughed.

"I figured. Something told me as much. Can't imagine what it was though. Something barechested perhaps?" She replied with a laugh.

Robert & Jimmy laughed.

"Smart girl." Jimmy grinned.

"I do try..." Merce countered as more rustling & the sound of a zipper rang out.

They heard her hum along to the music along with more rustling, the zipper inching up & light clinking at the end. Jewelry.

Within moments she reappeared back into the room.

And she was A SIGHT!

As was her chosen dress!

A dark black sequined full-skirted dress with layered puff sleeves and a nipped waist. She accessorized it with a shimmery star-studded shroud of a veil along with matching star jewelry including her crystal hairclips. She looked stunning. Yet, she still saw fit to ask as she checked herself in the mirror.

"How do I look? I hope I look alright. Do you suppose this will do for the party?"

"Phwoar..." Robert hushed.

"Is that good?" Merce asked. "By the way, would one of you mind helping me with the clasp in the back? I can't quite reach."

Instantly, Robert & Jimmy leapt to their feet.

Robert however was the victor this time as he reached her first & was the one to carefully secure the clasp to her gown together.

"You look lovely, my dear." Jimmy smiled, taking the opportunity to bring her delicate, manicured hand up to place a kiss to the back. "A true vision..."

Robert made a face at Jimmy over her shoulder to which he grinned. The grin widening as he saw Merce blush despite herself.

"Quite a gentleman aren't you?" She asked with a soft tilt of her head.

Robert snorted, leading Merce to glance at him over her shoulder quizzically before Jimmy's clasping both hands around hers brought her attention back to him.

"I do try..." He teased.

They shared a giggle before Robert came around plucking up her gifts with his left arm, offering his other arm to her. "Shall we go, luv?"

One hand caught in Jimmy's grasp, Merce nodded & linked her other arm through the one Robert offered. "Yes, let's."

Jimmy patted her hand & gave it a small squeeze. "We're off then..."

As they disappeared out of her dressing room, down the corridor & into the night...

Hope you all enjoy~!

As ever this is forever under construction~!...

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