1. Rosemary


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: mitchawa, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    noticed and the New Orleans weekly news magazine published a complimentary. The publicity added to the Palace’s reputation and attracted larger and larger crowds. Rose got off the bus at the same location as the last time. Walking into the Palace, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse that revealed a hint of cleavage. A little bit of show wouldn’t hurt, she thought as she reached the entrance. She had called Khristian that she was coming, and she saved her usual table and brought her a glass of Moscato as soon as she laid her clutch purse on the table. “Thank you, Khristian. I wasn’t sure there would be a space after seeing the article in the weekly magazine about Donavon.” “It’s a good thing you got here early because the tourist might have ignored the reserved sign. All this week we’ve been at or above capacity. The owner is worried about the Fire Marshall paying us a visit. How have you been doing? I haven’t seen you here for several weeks.” “I’ve been busy with the kids, doing homework and assorted charity work.” “Glad to hear your busy and enjoying yourself. Would you like a menu just in case?” “That would be nice.” She left. Rose examined the room, saw some familiar faces but lots of new customers. Rose sipped her Moscato, surveyed the menu, and wondered why she had butterflies in her stomach. Sitting in the middle of the room, she could see almost everyone in the Palace except for those directly behind her. The five-piece band filed to the small stage to ...
    polite applause. She noted her anxiety, her upset stomach, and she held her body rigidly as she waited to see Donavon. His light chocolate skin was glowing in the spotlight. His face was surrounded by short black hair, and a full beard and mustache. This was a change from a month ago. He wore a white mock turtleneck shirt, black trousers, and black loafers. He searched the crowd before sitting down at his drums and taking the sticks in his hands ready to begin. The leader of the band introduced each member of the group, and then each of them played a short piece. When Donavon began with a drum roll, the crowd stood applauding. He played a long number showing not only his ability with the sticks but also with an unusual jazz rhythm. The applause was deafening when he finished. He smiled, rose, bowed, and waved to the crowd. The band had played six numbers before the leader asked for requests. They had played song after song until nine before they took a break. Rose was worried what might happen during the break. She finished her third Mascato that was one over her usual limit. She looked up and saw the manager of the Jazz Palace come to the table followed by Donavon. “Mrs. Wolfe, I’d like to introduce you to our new drummer who has brought additional fame to our little club and to the band. Mr. Donavon Reynolds, I would like you to meet one of our most loyal customers Mrs. Rosemary Wolfe.” “Thank you, Juan. I’m more than pleased to finally get to meet you formally. May I join ...
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