The Moulin Rouges Real Whore

The Moulin Rouges Real Whore:
Chapter One.
On Set:

Ewan stood staring off to the side of the main hall, he knew he was suppose to be listening to Baz but he couldn’t pay attention. He’d been off all day and he knew why. He just couldn’t concentrate when she was around. It was really becoming a problem but he couldn’t seem to do anything about it. Every time he saw his mind just went blank and whatever it was he had been doing flew away. She wasn’t even doing anything, just standing around with the other dancers waiting to start the scene again.

“Ewan, are you listening?”

“What, oh, sorry Baz, I’m a little off today.”

“You’ve been off all week Ewan, are you feeling ok?” Nicole asked the worry evident in her gentle voice.

“Yeah, just a little tired.” he said, feeling bad about lying to her but for some reason unable to tell her the truth.

“What were you saying Baz?” Ewan asked trying desperately to concentrate as Baz patiently went through the scene again.


Three Days Later:

“You did good Ewan.” Nicole smiled gently at him, he never could decide if she was flirting but he didn’t think she was.

“Thanks Nicole, you too.” He said smiling at her.

“Are you coming out to night?” Nicole asked him.

“Yeah, thought I might, long week, might help me unwind.

“See you later then.”

“Yeah.”

Ewan walked back to the hotel. It had been a really hard week. His infatuation didn’t seem to be going away. He didn’t even know her name but he just couldn’t stop thinking about her, what was wrong with him?

Stripping off as he walked though his room to the shower his mind began to wander to earlier that day. She had looked so good dancing the cancan with the others, dressed in rich purples and reds with sinfully dark eyes she had danced like an angel. No that wasn’t right, he thought switching the shower on, no angel could move like that, she’s danced like Sin itself.

Standing under the richly extravagant hotel shower the water running down his body Ewan realised he was hard from simply thinking about her, slowly running his hand down his body to his cock he began to stroke himself, faster and faster as he thought about sitting there watching her dance, his suit had become so tight he could have sworn he was going to faint just watching. The way she had moved, battled with the other girls, lifting her skirts shamelessly and… he came hard into his hand, bracing himself against the shower wall, tears trickling down his face, he hadn’t done anything like this in so long.

Reaching for the soap he washed himself and then stood under the water until it went cold. Stepping out he started to pull on a smart-ish pair of trousers to go out in before changing his mind and discarding them.


That Night:

Ewan stepped through the door of the bar and saw the cast sitting at a table to one side. Walking over to them he saw their eyes widen but he didn’t care, he’d needed this tonight.

“Ewan” Richard said, half a greeting and half question.

Sliding into the booth next to John he grinned reassuringly at them, just because he’d needed this didn’t mean he wanted to alienate the people he was working with.

“Hey.”

“Nice T-shirt.” Nicole said smiling slightly.

Ewan was dressed in tight fitting blue jeans complete with inappropriate rips; a tight grey t-shirt with I kissed Darth Vader written on it and to top it off, artfully spiked hair and dusky eyeliner.

“Thanks,” Ewan grinned, “Its true to.” He half laughed, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he regaled the cast with stories of playing spin the bottle like teenage girls “it was Natalie’s idea.” And tonguing Hayden, “The bottle just kept landing on us.”

As the evening wore on Ewan finally starting to relax, the every hair on the back of his neck stood up, she was here.

The Diamond Dogs as they were known on set had needed to wind down and so the had decided to go out as a group. Walking through the door of the club they surveyed the room, bar and dance filling the large space.

“Perfect.” One of the girls said, “Lets grab us a table and get some drinks in.”

“Oh, look, our dancers have arrived.” John observed seeing the girls walk into the bar; a couple of them waved at the actors before taking a seat ion the other side of the room. Ewan watched and knew his relaxed evening had just come to an end.
The others continued to chat but Ewan was lost to them, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was dressed in what could be baggy jeans or a jean skirt, he couldn’t tell from this distance and a plum corset, her hair falling in perfect curls around her neck. She moved in and out of the friends, chatting or sitting quietly, seeming both there and absent and there all at once. Ewan was lost.

“You know, if you like her you should just ask her to dance.” Nicole said quietly into his ear.

“What,” he said, jolting back to life, he hadn’t even realised Nicole had moved to sit next to him.

“I said, you should ask her to dance.”

“Who?” Ewan asked looking guilty as the blush spread across his cheeks.”

“The girl you’ve been staring at all week.” Nicole answered him with a smile.

“I haven’t been…” Ewan started to object only to find himself pushed out of the booth.

“Go,” Nicole said pushing him again, “Go.”

Stumbling on shaking legs he walked slowly across the bar to the dancers.