Cherry Blossom

Mateo

Liam called me early in the morning. I forgot to tell him I was leaving. He seemed worried about me. I said my gastritis started to hurt and that I had called John to pick me up, since he was nearby. I apologized and asked if the night had been good.

"Good? It was great. Those girls were amazing. The blonde came to dance for us to something hotter at our hotel. Man! You missed it."

"Next time". — I said it just for the sake of it. I wasn’t planning on going back there. We had to watch the amateur championship.

"Well, we found out that they dance at the club next door. Half an hour, just you and her, total privacy, just a glass separating us. If you’re lucky, she might even talk to you. So, shall we go?"

"I... the championship."

"Mateo, the club starts at 7:00 p.m., the championship starts at 8:30 p.m."

I made an appointment with him for 7:00 p.m. Damn! I wasn’t supposed to go back to see her. But I couldn’t resist.

I arrived early. I was thinking with my wolf. Shake said he felt something strange too. He wanted more time before talking.

" I thought you were going to give up, Mateo. Always so proper."

" It’s not like that either, I just didn’t like the place very much. There are a lot of interesting things to see here."

" Relax, cousin. We have so much responsibility. So much to set an example with our behavior, we’re constantly being held accountable. A little privacy, exploring something new… while we’re still young, isn’t a bad thing, is it?"

"No. We’re not doing anything wrong either, or forcing anyone…"

"Let’s have fun! Do you want someone special? I want to meet the Japanese girl…"

"The brunette, with brown hair and green eyes."

"Let’s go, buy the tickets."

Luckily, Liam spoke Japanese well. He was having trouble buying the first time slot with the Cherry Blossom, that’s what they called the dancer I wanted there. Of course, it must have been a nickname.

"She has the first time slot bought every day by a man. You can’t have another time slot because of the championship, he asked me to choose another one, there’s a catalog, he gives a discount…"

"No. It has to be her. — It was my wolf who spoke for me. Offer to buy all her time slots for that night."

Liam laughed. He wouldn't understand and he couldn't explain it. But he managed. I wasn't going to stay all night, but I didn't want her dancing for anyone else after me.

I saw a man coming. He got in line at the box office and started gesturing, then yelling. I think he was the one who missed his turn. He banged on the booth.

The club door opened. My ticket said booth 2. I went in. It was a small red velvet space. There was a comfortable armchair. An old telephone and a clock keeping time. A closed glass window and inside it a red satin curtain. A bell rang. The music started. Was she going to dance again? Was that how it worked? I thought I could talk to her...

When the curtain opened. She was in a short dress. Very short, black and with open-toed high-heeled sandals that let me see her delicate, small feet. But, it didn't seem like her, she had blue eyes and a black hair wig, no, that wasn't what I... I would have liked to see her bright green eyes. Goddess!

I knew it was her because I was a wolf, the color of her skin, her height and shape, her neck and her breasts were the same, I had decorated every inch of her body exposed by that dress yesterday. How was I going to make her understand that I wanted her to take off that wig?

Nat

I was nervous. They had told me that someone had bought all my time. I just asked if it wasn't that idiot Daiki. If it wasn't, it was okay. It didn't matter to me.

I was curious and took a quick look and then I saw the blue eyes from yesterday, my face turned red at the time, but he was looking at my feet and I don't think he noticed my reaction. But when he looked up I froze inside. I even felt disconcerted in the dance, I took a deep breath and continued. My body was different, it reacted to him, it came to life, I was getting excited, was that it? Hot flashes and goosebumps on the back of my neck. Oh my god. Who was he? Why could he make me feel like this?

He was wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt and a leather jacket. He was very handsome and young. I wasn't the type to go there, but I could tell he was a little disappointed? What did he want with me there?

He pointed to my hair. Was it the wig? I wasn't going to take it off... But something in his eyes was asking me... I pointed to the phone. And picked it up.