Mid-March Meetings

Started by Bessie Dooley at May 15, 2020 5:57 PM
March 13, 1924
140 Views
5 Posts

Bessie Dooley

Hostess
58
?Years Young
12 Posts

"Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy;
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me."


The Chanteuse had just opened for dinner, and guests were coming aboard. Bessie moved along the deck, directing guests to their reserved tables or finding free tables for them in the warmly-lit dining room. She had had almost two full months at her hostess position and was finding it very nice. She now felt like she belonged on the Chanteuse and had made friends with a few of the other staff.

She wore a light, flowery gown purchased with her allowance that was perfect for the muggy Miami weather, with a scarf pulling her hair back away from her face. She also wore a handmade wooden necklace that Lucian had bought for her while they were in Nassau. It wasn't the type of necklace a woman would normally wear for a job like hers, but it added a tropical flair to her outfit and provided an opportunity to tell the guest she had gotten the necklace in Nassau on a cruise. A bit of advertising couldn't hurt.

She had just finished showing a couple to their table when she noticed a young woman who she recognized. Well, not recognized. She didn't actually know her. The woman was Jessica MacLeod, Lucian's younger half-sister. Lucian had mentioned her a few times and pointed her out once, but they hadn't been introduced yet.

Bessie decided to go introduce herself. She checked to make sure there were no guests needing immediate seating, then made her way over to the deck where Jessica was standing. "Jessica?" She smiled at the younger woman, a slightly more hesitant smile than she used for the guests.


Cat's Meow! 1

Jessica MacLeod

Heiress
42
?Years Young
11 Posts

For once, Jessica MacLeod was not sneaking aboard the SS Chanteuse. Usually, she was playing cat-and-mouse games with the ship's security, her older brothers, or the staff to keep from being caught and escorted off before the ship left port on the weekends. This evening, Jess was making her way into Club Lorelei fair and square. She wanted to see her eldest brother Lucian and wish him a happy birthday. She planned on offering to buy him dinner if he was not already engaged for the evening.

As if on cue, a woman's voice called her name. Jessica turned toward her and could not help the frown that suddenly marred her features. She had a few friends amongst the club's employees, so she was well aware of who Bessie Dooley was even if they had never been formally introduced. Then again, she found it unlikely that her brother would introduce her to his latest mistress. Never one to avoid a scene or mask her feelings, Jessica raised her eyebrows as the ship's hostess approached her.

"Yes? Do I know you?" Jessica raised her eyebrows, a note of haughty boredom lacing her voice. She also glanced around surreptitiously to see if Lucian was on the floor yet. If this was an opportunity to chase off another gold-digging trollop, she didn't want him interfering. 


Bessie Dooley

Hostess
58
?Years Young
12 Posts

"Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy;
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me."


Jessica turned as Bessie said her name, her frown, raised eyebrow, and careless tone sending a warning flag and trumpet off in Bessie's mind. No, they didn't know each other. Not officially. Bessie wasn't sure whether to be glad or hurt that Lucian hadn't mentioned her to his half-sister yet.

"We don't know each other yet, but I'm fixing to remedy that." She gave Jessica a smile, hoping the younger woman would reciprocate. "I'm Bessie Dooley. I'm one of the hostesses here. You're Miss MacLeod, aren't you?"

She held out her hand for a handshake from Jessica, still smiling. It probably would have been better to address Jessica as Miss MacLeod from the very beginning, but Lucian had called her Jessica and that was what had come out of Bessie's mouth. She could only hope that Jessica would be understanding and not think her too presumptuous as to assume friendship between them when they hadn't even met.

Bessie figured that Jessica would want a table. After all, why would you come to Club Lorelei if not to eat or partake of the libation the ship offered? She glanced back inside the dining room, looking for a table that would offer Lucian's sister the best lighting and music she could get.

Bringing her attention back to Jessica and following her question up with another, she asked, "Will you be wanting a table?"

Once again, Jessica ignored any overture of friendliness from the other woman. She smiled, but there was no warmth in her expression or her eyes. "That makes you the latest gold-digger after my brother's assets?" Her voice was far sweeter than the words she uttered. "I thought he had better taste and more brains."

The smile fell from Bessie's face and she let her outstretched hand fall to her side. She had hoped to make friends with Jessica, but the other woman was not being friendly. "I'm not a gold-digger," she said softly. She didn't consider herself one, anyway. Yes, she had accepted Lucian's offer of a date because it might give her some extra money and security, but it wasn't as though she was spending his money left and right. She decided to let Jessica's comment on Lucian's taste and brains go.

"Then you'll quit trying to get in his bed to feather your own nest?" Jessica knew that she was being rude and awful. It was not normally her nature, but she remembered how badly Lucian had grieved over Laura Nightingale. It was way too soon for this woman to be trying to insinuate herself into his life. Besides, how could she not be a gold-digger? This Dooley woman had to know the lay of the land when it came to crawling into bed with an older wealthy man. It never occurred to Jessica to consider that Bessie was not that much younger than Lucian. After all, he was getting strands of gray in his hair!

Bessie's mouth dropped open and her cheeks flushed as she looked around, hoping no one else on the deck was listening. It would be so humiliating if this conversation was overheard. "Miss MacLeod!" she whispered desperately. "I ain't after Lucian's money! And we're only datin'!" Her grammar flew out the window when she was flustered, and she was definitely flustered. She and Lucian had only been on a few official dates over the past month and a half, and none of them had ended in the way Jessica was implying.

"Well," Jessica drawled derisively, "aren't you just dripping the corn pone?" Her eyes glinted, "Guess you have to deny it, though, don't you? After all, most whores don't announce, 'hey, I'm a whore,' do they?" Jessica's voice had gone up a notch or two. She did not care who heard her.

Bessie gasped, her mouth opening further, then reached out to slap Jessica hard across the cheek. It was a slap born out of anger and desperation to get Jessica to be quiet. "Stop it! I'm not a whore!" she cried, choking out the words.


Wow! 3

Jessica MacLeod

Heiress
42
?Years Young
11 Posts

The slap took Jessica by surprise and caused her to step backward, away from the enraged hostess. It had been hard enough to sting, and she found herself instinctively raising her hand to her cheek. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed as she tried to find the words to express her own anger. No one had ever laid a hand on Jessica in anger. True, she had suffered her share of spankings as a child, but never anything rougher than a swat or two on her backside. This physical assault left her stunned for several moments.

Then, Jessica's deep brown eyes darkened to near black as a new rush of anger filled her. She tensed and doubled her fist, fully intending to punch Bessie Dooley hard in the face. "How dare you! You two-bit whore!" This time her voice was quite strident, causing some of the Lorelei's guests to look toward the altercation occurring near the doors to the deck. "I will see that you are fired and will never work anywhere in Miami again...except maybe for where you belong...the street corner!"


Liked 1

Mark Carson

Federal Agent
64
?Years Young
24 Posts

"How can you hate someone if you don't know them."


Mark stepped in the Lorelei and began looking around.  He had just gotten off work and was dropping in to wish Lucian a happy birthday.  Liam had told him that it was today, so he had decided to test the waters and learn about his brother more.  Whether or not, his oldest brother was the type that welcomed warm wishes remained to be seen.

As he continued checking out the room, he saw Jessica speaking with another woman. They seemed to be having some sort of argument.  Not one to get involved in personal fights unless invited, Mark was about to head over to the bar when things went off.  From what he knew about Jess already was that she was not one to back down.  He noticed other patrons beginning to take an interest in what was going on.

Suddenly, the other woman slapped Jess on the face and her fist forming.  Knowing that it wouldn't be a good look to have the sister of the owners brawling in front of a large crowd, he started to go over.  As he made his way, he glanced over near the bar and could see the door to Lucian's office start to open.  This made it more important to grab Jess and get her out before Lucian came in.

When he reached the women, he smiled his biggest smile and stood in between them.  Grabbing Jess by the tops of her arms, he hugged her and then held her at arms length, "Jess, fancy seeing you here.  I didn't expect you until later."

Jessica's dark eyes widened as she recognized her older brother's voice and face. She stiffened and almost hissed, "Mark! I didn't expect you at all." She narrowed her eyes, "Now, let me go! That...that...tramp of Lucian's hit me!" Although Mark was the newest of her half-brothers, Jessica had grown used to meeting unexpected family members and simply enfolded them into her life. Hopefully, their relationship was new enough that Mark would back off.

Bessie had raised her arms to cover her face, expecting a return blow from Jessica. But there wasn't one. She lowered her arms and gaped at the back of the man who had stopped the fight. Mark, Jessica had called him. Whoever he was, she was glad he had come along. "I'm not a tramp!" She retorted from her position of relative safety.

Mark turned briefly to look at the woman and then back to his sister again. "Now, Jess, you know it's none of our business who Lucian chooses to associate with it. However, if you do wish to have words or whatever else you were planning to do with the lady, might I suggest that it would be better if it weren't within spitting distance of Lucian.  You know how he feels about these things."


Made Me Cry 1 Made Me Laugh 1