Chapter 2: Cameo Lover

Cherie was right once Gwen managed to take a full shot glass of moonshine she was gone so his dick didn't have to go anywhere near her vagina. Cherie helped cart Gwen home but refused to go into detail about the mysterious Fauvette.

"Soon Blaine, soon. Just get her to the bed and we'll discuss my plan." Blaine obeyed he carried the sloppy mess called Gwen to their bedroom and plopped her onto the bed; he removed her shoes slowly to not wake her up. Once her jewelry was off he covered her in blankets and left the room walking down the marble staircase to find Cherie helping herself to their alcohol cabinet in their kitchen.

"Take a seat Blaine sweetheart I'm making Blood Mary's god knows we both need it, I'm still a bit tired from the flight. I came straight from the airport to the party." She chuckled as she danced around the kitchen to find the ingredients needed. Cherie was always good at making drinks and she always could tell when people needed them she was just good at that, reading people.

In a matter of minutes she held two tall glasses filled with the red mixture and sat down at the wooden table, she gladly slid Blaine his drink and took a sip of hers.

"So what is your plan to help me?" Blaine asked eagerly.

"It's simple, tell Gwen your working late tomorrow night when actually your coming to a new spot in town I found before I left." She grinned.

"Would this place be where this Fauvette will be?"

"Exactly the place is called Cameo's, it's a bisexual club I stumbled upon while searching for new toys." She said giddily. Blaine liked talking with Cherie because she was blunt about everything of course the special topic she loved was sex.

"This better not be some weird chains and whips place." Blaine warned and tossed back another gulp of his drink.

"I go to one of those clubs once and you refuse to let me live it down! I had to go it was for research and fun." She exclaimed and smirked.

"Maybe one day I'll forget but other than your odd obsession with flogging, do have anyone special roaming between your sheets these day?" He joked.

"For your information I was flogged by surprise and to be honest…well there is one." She smiled sheepishly.

"Oh my god is Cherie Jackson has a someone! Like one, not two or three but one? Tell me more."

"Well I met them through the contortionist he's a math teacher believe it or not." She was blushing like a innocent school girl (har-har).

"So wait this guy actually has a y'know more I guess acceptable job apart from the other girls and guys you've dated? Wow Cherie, what's he like?" Blaine scooted closer to her and looked at her eagerly.

"More details tomorrow I promise, I need to get my beauty rest and you need to do the same. Make sure you wear something a bit sexy and tighter than you usually do." She winked as she sat up from the table and began to head out the kitchen, Blaine followed.

"What time should I come over?" He asked as she began pulling on her stilettos once again.

"I'll come get you around nine?"

"How will I explain being out so late with work when she knows the amount of drafts I have to go through?"

"Looks like I'll have to send you over the draft for my new book hmm?" She smiled mischievously before placing a friendly kiss to his lips. Cherie was the only women ever allowed to kiss him like that, she was naturally passionate like that and Blaine understood.

"You really have a new book written up already?" He scoffed.

"Don't doubt my skills Blaine Anderson, now you sleep tight and be ready by nine I'll pick you up by the bar two blocks down from your office. Goodnight sweetie." She turned and walked out the door and Blaine simply waved goodbye as she drove away.

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The day didn't start out too well at first when Gwen, despite her hangover, still tried and convince Blaine to have a quickie before he left for work but as usual Blaine forced her off and declined. Once he had escaped Gwen's claws and finally made it to his office he kept himself busy until it was time for him to head out with Cherie out of ten of the drafts he read today he only approved three. It was odd because Cherie didn't fax any kind of draft of her own for him but he let it slide she could have just been joking.

Finally when almost all of the staff was out of the building Blaine got changed into his outfit for the club which consisted of a tight black polo that showed off his muscular arms, dark wash jeans that were rolled up just a bit above the ankle.

He strolled out of his office and down to the street bar to find Cherie standing by her car with a smirk on her face.

"I knew you'd be early, typical Blaine Anderson." She chuckled and tapped her stiletto clad foot on the ground.

"Now get your tight ass in the car." She chuckled and gestured to her red mustang.

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Blaine had been following Cherie through the village for twenty minutes and he had no idea where they were.

"Cherie if I knew that it would take this long to get there I wouldn't have agreed to come." He whined and trudged behind her.

"Stop whining we only have two blocks to go and then we're there." She huffed and sped up her pace.

They were now in a cobble stone area and weaving through alley ways and yet Cherie kept stable and didn't fall, she was a true believer in "the higher the heel the closer to god.".

Soon Blaine saw a purple and orange neon sign that read Cameo's hovering over a blue metal door.

"How the hell did you find this place?"

"I told you I was looking for toys there's a sex shop about a block from here and I found this on my way." Cherie quipped before pushing open the door and dragging Blaine inside by the loop of his jeans.

The air was heavy with the scent of cigarettes and…cherries? The walls were a deep plum color accentuated with black Victorian framed mirrors. The bar was illuminated with white tea lights under it and past the part was a dance floor with a few scattered tables. The place was filled with people and couples; there were girls with girls and boy with boy with the occasional straight pairing.

"Take a seat Blaine and I'll go get you a drink don't get to friendly with anyone while I'm gone." Cherie whispered with a smirk and gave him a light push towards one of the tables. He took a seat on one of the metal stools and looked around once more. Way in the front was a small round stage but most of it was covered by black curtains and on both sides of it were to doors one a dark crimson and one black.

"An apple martini for me and straight whiskey for you." Cherie piped up and slid into the seat next to him.

"So what exactly is the whole point of us coming here?" Blaine asked and sipped nonchalantly from his glass.

She seemed like she was going to reply but was interrupted by the low squeak of a microphone, Blaine turned around to see a tall man with blond hair with a microphone in hand.

"Good evening friends and lovers as you all know I am your regular MC David." He wore a content smirk with his hand on his hip.

"Tonight we have a treat for all of you, can you guess what it is?" He chuckled. Blaine shot Cherie a confused look but she simply smiled at him.

"The Cameo Club would like to introduce you to our own little Fauvette!" The crowd in the small club began to cheer and whistle. All attention was immediately drawn to a single spotlight on the stage with a pole placed in the center. Suddenly a slim body sauntered on to the stage in black boy shorts and shin high bitch boots.

"Enjoy the show honey…" Cherie purred into Blaine's ear. Blaine froze in fear along with interest of the person on stage. Slowly a jazzy beat began to emanate through the room.

You heard the crickets of the early eve
They lurk around the opening in two's and three's

The person on stage had a tipped had that his their face as the sashayed over to the pole and placing a firm grip in the center. The audience immediately reacted with cat calls and Blaine simply marveled at the perfect body illuminated on the stage.

Clementine told you not to move with the breeze
I'll take you down to places where we dare not speak

The so called Fauvette gave a small swivel to his hips and dipped the thumb of his free hand playfully into the waistband of his shorts.

The red light in the doorway says she's armed
But boy go try your luck and you might get pass

Fauvette wrapped a single leg around the glimmering metal pole and through his head and shoulders back as he slid his hand from his waistband and up his chest.

Step into the dwelling of the liger's mouth
Peer into the panic for a kick and swell

Blaine saw a small shimmer develop as his hand slid further up his chest, it was a beautiful opalescent glitter that now trailed Fauvette's torso. Men and woman began rushing closer to the stage and Fauvette began to shake his hips feverously with his leg still draped over the pole.

You know you shouldn't be there but it's way past bed
There's comfort in the fingers of your good intent

Blaine was in total utter amazement when the dancer finally rid himself of his black fedora to reveal a beautiful face. A face with nothing but elegant and admirable features, his lips light and pink and his eyes a captivating blue-ish green that was accentuated by black and silver eye makeup.

You know you shouldn't be there but your money's all spent
You've got your reputation and your good intent

Suddenly Fauvette swung himself around the pole making the crowd cheer and at the same time the glitter flew around him.

Your good intent

Fauvette stood up straight and blew a kisses around the room causing glitter to stick to his lips and sprinkle over the crowd.

I know you didn't mean it, boy you meant so well
The pennies are cascading down your wishing well

The gorgeous boy began to spin around the pole once more and tossing his head back erotically.

I know you didn't mean it when you counted to ten
You're slipping through the fingers of your good intent

What happened next was frightening to say the least; Fauvette looked directly at Blaine and winked. HE WINKED. Blaine had no idea how to react and didn't have time to before Fauvette returned to dancing.

I know you didn't mean it, though you meant so well
The pennies are cascading down your wishing well

Suddenly Blaine watched Fauvette pull out two small rectangular cards from his shorts and twirl them between his fingers aimlessly. The crowd started cheering his name and was practically pawing at him.

I know you didn't mean it when you counted to ten
You've got your reputation and your good intent

The sudden sound of plastic clattering on their table broke Blaine's focus; turns out Fauvette tossed the two rectangles of red to Blaine's table. Blaine looked up to see Fauvette throwing last minute kisses around the room while shaking his hips; he turned to Blaine and blew him a sepertate kiss. Blaine was frozen in arousal now.

Such a good intent

An just like that the gorgeous specimen of man disappeared off the stage.

"Cherie what the hell just happened?" he felt like he couldn't breathe almost, Fauvette was literally breathtaking.

"You just saw one of the finest dancers you and I will ever see." She smirked at Blaine's obvious captivation.

"Oh and also we just got backstage access." She chuckled and picked up the two red cards, waving them pas his view.

Blaine was suddenly being pulled out of his seat by Cherie and moving towards the red door. Once thy walked through a single hallway and through a white door will a small silver star on it they were greeted by Fauvette.

"Ch�rie sweethearth, vous m'avez manqu�!" The boy-no man, jumped up from his vanity chair and threw his arms around Cherie.

"Pas autant que vous mon coeur, vous �tiez fantastique ce soir, les paillettes donnaient un bel effet."

She replied and returned the gesture by wrapping her arms around him. Blaine realized they were speaking French and had no clue what they were saying. Fauvette pulled away and smiled and turned to his vanity to pick up a small jar of glitter like the kind he used on stage.

"Vraiment je l'ai vu dans un magasin d'artisanat et pens� que ce serait une belle chose � ajouter � mes routines. Je vois que vous avez amen� un invit�?"

He suddenly turned to Blaine and smirked.

"Oh yes sorry let me introduce you. Blaine this is Fauvette, Fauvette this is my great friend Blaine Anderson." She took a step aside to hint to Blaine so that he could approach Fauvette. Could he even understand English? Fuavette did sound incredibly sexy when speaking French.

"Hello Blaine Anderson." Fauvette purred and Blaine swore his voice was the most heavenly thing he had ever heard.

"H-hi" Blaine slightly whimpered but managed to say clearly.

"A-t-il apr�ci� le spectacle?" Fauvette turned to Cherie and whispered.

"oui, oui il a apr�ci�. Je pense que je vais vous laisser faire connaissance tous les deux, hm?" Cherie giggled.

"Oui." Fauvette smirked and Blaine stills stood clueless.

"Blaine I forgot my purse I'll be right back, you two get acquainted." Cherie chuckled before quickly leaving the room. Blaine tried to think quick before everything got awkward.

"H-how did you meet Cherie?" He asked sheepishly.

"I met her at a bar about a year ago when I just arrived here; she's a really great gal." Fauvette replied with a small sweet smile that could kill.

"Yeah." Blaine silently agreed, and they stayed silent like that for a few moments as Blaine looked around the room.

"You're very tense." Fauvette whispered and took a few steps closer to Blaine.

"R-really?" Blaine stuttered the smell of cherries and vanilla wavered off of Fauvettes flawless body.

Fuavette was now toe to toe with Blaine she suddenly reached out a slender hand to pass over Blaine's cheek. Blaine hummed from the feeling and closed his eyes to admire the missed feeling of being touched by another. He felt Fauvettes thumb pass over his lover lip and his hand started to gradually drift down to his neck.

"vous �tes un tr�s bel homme, tr�s beau." He whispered to Blaine.

Blaine heard the door open and a small chuckle ,

"We should get going Blaine we'll come back soon." She giggled and Blaine realized that Fauvette pulled away moments ago.

"au revoir." Fauvette whispered and smirked before turning and walking over to his vanity.

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The entire ride home Blaine replayed the entire Cameo's experience in his head over and over. Simply remember and going over Fauvettes features in his mind.

"Blaine we're here." Cherie whispered and broke him out of thought, he looked out the window to see his house.

"Thanks for tonight Cherie." He said kindly.

"Don't worry we'll have more nights like this." She chuckled at him as he walked out of the car. He was half way up the entrance stairs when Cherie yelled.

"You got a little glitter on your lips!" She giggled and continued to drive away, Blaine touched his hand to his lips just to pull back and see the opalescent glitter shimmer.

"Fauvette." He whispered to himself.

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