singingchicky

  I couldn’t bear it any longer.  That sweet angelic voice of his drove me mad every time I heard it, and tonight was no different. He’s only been working here a few nights and I’m already having these thoughts. I sat down at the bar of our underground Strip Joint, staring at him sing, secretly hoping for him to see me. The room around us was red and black, with private tables- for the shy gentlemen who claim they wouldn't ever be caught dead in this place, and among them were the sweethearts of the underworld. We all usually played a small part, be it the sweet young virgin like the one messing with a gentleman's tie as she came closer on his table, to the sexy viper making another man at a private table sweat a bit. The band played in the middle of the…