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All Eyes On Me	By : ibgarry Category: +G through L > Ib Views: 1242 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It took everything in Garry's power to not dig his nails into his steering wheel. His knuckles glowed white, and Ib could hardly read his expression from behind tinted lenses.
"I didn't think it would bother me as much as it did," Ib confessed, fumbling with her skirt habitually.
The sun was already setting to the west, hours from falling past the horizon. Both Garry and Ib could feel fatigue dawning on them by then, but they would have to tough through it for the night.
"I just wish you would've said something to me." Garry sighed, seemingly hard-focused on the road ahead, but if anything he was more concerned about Ib. "It was important that I knew."
"It all happened so fast…" Ib sighed, raking her fingers through her long brown fall. She shook her head, almost disbelievingly, slapping her hand onto her knee in exasperation. "Don't you think I should be worried about our age gap?"
Garry straightened up. It may have been something they both worried about, but saying it was a different story. "You're an adult, Ib."
"I know."
The car engine's hum filled the air. The fading daylight glinted through the trees, blinding Ib who had gone without sunglasses.
"I really don't have any right to be angry at you," Garry continued after a moment's hesitation. "I'm sorry, really."
"No, it wasn't…" Ib let herself trail off.
"Did I hurt you?"
The interruption broke her focus, and Ib stumbled. "No."
"Please be honest." He sounded truly concerned then, and Ib caught the worry in his eyes as the sunlight bounced off his aviators.
"It didn't hurt."
Garry sighed, accepting it as truth. He turned into the gravel lot behind the club building, the car's tires protesting with a whine as they always did.
"It really didn't," Ib repeated.
"I believe you." He turned into an empty space between two cars and parked, facing the rear of the building.
The car ignition halted, and Garry retrieved his keys. With a flick of his wrist on the door's armrest, the doors unlocked. Garry stepped out from the driver's side, the gravel turning under his feet.
Ib paused before exiting from the passenger's side. The ground under Garry crunched as he rounded the car hood. His fingertips grazed the hood, somehow keeping him balanced.
Garry held his hand out. It took a moment of Ib ignoring the gesture that he let his hand fall, realizing the fault in asking to hold her hand in a place where they worked.
"Sorry," he sighed.
"It's okay."
The heavy back door screamed open, and Garry held the door open with his arm above Ib's head. She walked under his reach. The door slammed closed as Garry followed her in.
It was quieter than usual, and the typical voices that traveled through the air seemed to be gone. Both Ib and Garry could make out some of the conversations behind closed doors, voices they hardly recognized, though they didn't care to eavesdrop in the first place. It was all just background noise to them.
Through a gap under her dressing room door, Ib could see the light spilling out. She breathed hard, anticipating anything as she swung the door open. She was met with the stale, hot air she was used to and Carrie's smiling face, turning to the squeaking of the door without a beat.
She met Ib's gaze with a makeup brush pressed to her cheek. "There you two are!"
"Here we are," Garry replied, waving his hands with subtle disinterest. Mary couldn't find the will to even look up, it seemed, continuing with her makeup as if Garry and Ib had never arrived.
"We've got a big night ahead of us!" Carrie sung, swinging herself back to her mirror in a stool. Something about her excitement charmed Ib, but Garry was mostly unmoved.
"What were you two up to?" Ib asked, making her way across the room to her wardrobe. "Anything exciting?"
"Oh, nothing really," Carrie replied. "Just the usual stuff." The inflection in her voice was obvious while she struggled to apply blush as she spoke. "She's been very quiet lately." She nodded her head towards Mary.
Garry plopped himself down in a bean bag and pulled out his phone, listening from the sidelines.
"I've been very tired lately…" Mary interrupted, her palette of concealer snapping closed as she complained.
Ib pulled an ensemble of lace off the rack. "You aren't your usual self, that's for sure..."
"I'll pull myself together sooner or later," Mary joked, the faintest smile beginning to show on her face. Ib replied with a grin, hooking the outfitted hanger to her wrist.
"And what, nothing out of you?" Carrie watched Garry through his reflection in the mirror; he had busied himself with his phone, and a tense silence followed before he finally looked up.
"Sorry, what?"
Carrie laughed, throwing her head back. Garry didn't seem to be fazed. Neither Ib nor Mary seemed to find it entertaining, but Ib tried to humor her. Carrie hadn't noticed the deadpan from the rest of the room.
"What's your deal today?" She asked, turning. Garry didn't meet her gaze, returning to his phone to avoid confrontation.
Once the silence had loomed over her and the message struck, she pouted and returned to work.
"You guys are awful today," she whined. "Did something happen?"
"No."
The sound of Ib's voice had Garry's attention almost instantly. Mary took note.

What Garry hadn't seen coming was this: the exhibitionism, the fact that Ib wouldn't be his.
It was a fault, one of which he couldn't bypass and only came to him when the bell on her faux-leather collar jingled as it hit her bare collar, bringing his attention to her meekly-covered breasts, her tiny waist, the creamy glow of her legs.
It begged the question, "Are you going out in that?" It was grossly invasive, and Garry wasn't in any place to ask, though it somehow felt so necessary, so like him to ask.
Of course, he wouldn't actually ask it. He would let it eat him raw, would let it devour him from the inside out before he even thought about suggesting that, maybe, this whole "stripper" gig made him the slightest bit worried for the girl he'd spent only a night with.
Only a night.
No, he wasn't allowed to let it worry him yet. One night together couldn't mean anything yet.
Ib adjusted the waistband of her bottoms, the fabric clinging to the curve of her hipbones. It was easy to tell she wasn't trying to be promiscuous. She wanted to look good, that was true, but she didn't care about her sexual appeal. Her flexibility was more important than anything, in her case.
Garry stood from where he had been sitting for nearly an hour, his legs numb as he pushed himself up. He exaggerated a yawn, stretching his arms until his knuckles nearly brushed the ceiling.
"Leaving so soon?" Carrie asked. She was just hooking her bra behind her back.
"Yes, ma'am."
Mary stepped past Garry, turning her body to give herself some distance from him. Ib was her target.
"I suppose we'll see you out on the stage then, darling," Carrie proposed, hooking her bra straps with her thumbs as if they were suspenders.
"I suppose you will." Garry tucked his phone away in his back pocket and marched to the door.
Mary whispered something to Ib, inaudible to Garry. In moments, Mary had swept past Garry with Ib on her arm. For the most part, Ib seemed to be unwilling to the idea of leaving the room.
"We'll be back, Carrie!" Mary announced. They vanished into the hallway, directed to the stage.
"Have fun, girls!"
Garry hesitated in the doorway, propping the door open with his foot.
"It's going to be so quiet without the three of you," she laughed nervously, her palms pressed into her stool.
"I'll be back soon," Garry reassured her.
Before he could take a step into the hall, Carrie's voice stopped him.
"I need to ask you something."
Garry blinked. "Oh, okay. Shoot."
She sighed. The sound was reluctant, but it came: "Can you make it less obvious that the two of you are an item?"

Somehow, Garry thought the backlash would come. It was inevitable, but maybe it was the timing that shocked him more than anything.
"You two came to work together."
"That doesn't mean anything."
"You two aren't acting like your usual selves, Garry."
"You were endorsing the whole thing!"
"I thought you were smarter than this! Mary's probably having a heart attack right now."
"How would Mary know?"
"She's not as clueless as you think. Don't underestimate her."
There was a mischievous sense of pride that suddenly shrouded Mary wherever she walked.
Had it been that obvious? Everything had been fine at first. He had planned everything else out well enough at first. They had left in separate cars, said nothing to anyone, kept it on the down-low.
Garry was not going to get through this so easily.
Just standing next to Mary backstage made him nauseous as she dug under her nails. Her words were sour. Her voice poured over him like styrofoam, nails, anything to describe the pain that her voice put Garry through.
Through the five minutes they stood beside each other, she hadn't said a single bitter thing, nothing about or for Garry. Everything that passed her lips was mindless, just what Garry usually expected out of her. Gossip, pointless chatter.
It was unbearable. The truest meaning of psychological torture.
The music began to fade out and back into the introductory dance music that Garry was all too familiar with. It was louder than its predecessing lounge music. That was his cue. The opener.
The first three acts were embedded in his mind: Mary, Rose, Ib. He wondered if this would be a permanent setup as he stepped out into the blinding light, the dull shine of his suit jacket and black tie shimmering under the stage lighting.
"Good evening, Rosie's!" Garry sung, speaking flamboyantly with his hands. He was met with applause, though much thicker than he recalled. "It's been too long since we've seen your faces, and I can't think of a better day to return to than this."
Something derogatory met Garry's ears. He was all too used to ignoring any shouting, and he did that just.
"But let's not waste any time," he continued. "Let's welcome…" a moment's pause, "... our charming, lovely Mary."
He moved fast enough to hear the returning applause as he slipped through the black curtain into the darkness he was oh-so-familiar with. The moment Ib came into his view, he charged.
"Where is Rose?" Garry asked frantically.
Somehow, the question caught Ib off-guard. "I don't know, why?"
"What did Mary say to you?"
"God, nothing." The corner of her lip curled, but the concern was still there in her face. "What are you worrying about?"
The door opened, and Rose stepped in with voices following her, the light behind her hiding her face from view. Her silhouette entered while the light beside her thinned to nothing. She was oblivious to everything that was happening, not even bothering to greet the two of them.
When darkness returned, Garry could make out her face more easily. Her long, blood-red rivulets bounced when she walked. Her cherry lipstick was solid, more perfect than he'd ever seen.
Garry sidestepped away from the chair next to Ib. Rose nodded to acknowledge the gesture as she sat down.
The music droned on, and all three co-workers sat in silence until the music was coming to its end. Garry left the two girls to return to the stage, where he was once again met with blinding white light.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Garry vacantly asked the crowd. The response was unanimous. Mary hardly looked at Garry as she exited the stage floor, winking to her crowd and blowing kisses while her hips swung like a pendulum.
Garry dived through Rose's introduction, reluctant to leave Mary alone with Ib for any amount of time. He concluded and rushed back to the curtain as soon as he saw Rose come into view out of the corner of his eye.
Ib was sitting alone, swinging her legs against her tall chair when Garry returned.
"Where's Mary?" Garry huffed, a little too aggressively.
"She's on the floor," Ib replied, somehow appalled by his fervor. Money was more important to Mary now. Of course. "What is your problem tonight?"
Garry raked his fingers through his hair, grasping at his waves of purple.
"She doesn't know, surely..." Ib breathed, the realization hitting her ever so slowly.
The magic was fading. Already, the sweat was beading along Garry's forehead.
"I don't know."
Ib fell forward, head in her hands. Her groan was muffled by the heels of her hands. "There's no way."

It had to be paranoia. Mary sitting there in chair, warmly grinning to herself as she redressed herself, should have been a telling factor. How would she know for sure? How could she?
She had already reverted to her usual bouncy self once all four co-workers reconvened, but the typical air of friendliness was anything but there. She must've really woken up over the period of time she'd been working.
Of course, Mary and Carrie were both working at bringing the joy back, smoking away and changing clothes. To Ib and Garry, their voices were passive, background noise while they texted.
Garry silenced his phone. An unlit cigarette hung from his lips, forgotten.
Ib's thumbs flew across her phone keyboard, her response coming first.
she's not that bright
Carrie begged to differ..
she wouldnt have us fired would she?
I don't know :(
Ib left it as Garry had so simply put it, standing to undress. She did something Garry was praying for: she hid behind a curtain to change.
Her skimpy outfit rustled against the velvet curtain, pinned up against the wall.
Mary's voice punctuated the silence. "I'll be going now, everyone!" She announced, bounding off her stool. With great energy, she threw her bag onto her shoulder, phone gripped tight in her hand.
"Leaving so soon?" Carrie asked, turning to Mary with her shirt still around her head. The sight elicited a giggle out of Mary.
"I want to get home as soon as possible; I'm so tired."
"Oh!" Carrie pulled her shirt down around her, the fabric just above her hips. "Right, right. Sleep well, then!"
"I'll try."
A resounding "bye, Mary!" saw her off. The door nearly slammed shut.
The atmosphere instantly ripped apart when Carrie spoke again. "She's going to end you, Garry. She'll kill you with guilt."
Ib emerged from the curtain, yanking her skirt farther down her waist to cover her legs just right. "What do you mean?"
Garry and Carrie exchanged anxious glances, wondering if Ib really had no clue.
Ib spoke again. "How would she know?"
"Ib," Carrie spoke, inhaling as if she were about to give a lengthy speech, "if I can pick up the fact that you guys are canoodling, then Mary will sure as hell pick up on it."
Garry's hand twitched.
"Do you guys plan on leaving right now?"
Both Ib and Garry waited for the other to speak first. "It's Garry's call," she interrupted.
"I'm going to wait until I'm sure Mary's left," Garry said, sliding his phone back into his front pocket.
"Probably a good idea." Carrie glanced around absently, tapping her fingers against her knee with an undetermined rhythm.
Ib stepped out from the curtain, outfit dangling from her finger. Her feet were bare, but her makeup was still intact. She seemed ready to speak as she tossed aside the little bit of clothing she had, but Carrie's voice came first.
"How was the sex?"
"Oh, it was fine."
Garry's head shot up from a daze, gripping the bean bag beneath him. "Just fine?"
Carrie giggled, concealing her glee behind her hand. "Is that what you're concerned about?"
Garry was scarlet.
"It was a little too rough."
Garry screeched. "Ib!"
The sound elicited a fit of laughter out of her, and his cherry complexion thickened.
"We're only teasing you," Carrie reminded him. Garry wasn't the least bit amused, only managing a scowl.
"Do you think Mary's gone yet?" Ib asked, interrupting the flow of thought. Garry thanked every celestial being for the deviation.
Carrie carried on with the topic. "I'm sure she is," she agreed. "We can leave together."
"That's a thought," Garry considered the idea, massaging the side of his head.
Ib reached for the knee socks on the nearest stool, struggling to keep her balance as she yanked them onto her feet. Noticing the battle she was putting herself through, Garry stood and rushed to her, grabbing her elbow to keep her steady.
Carrie smiled softly, watching the scene play out to her own silence lest she interrupt the moment.
Ib laced up her boots while Garry assisted her in grabbing her bag, previously thrown against the foot of Mary's wardrobe. He offered it to Ib when she was dressed and ready to head out.
A nod was the only thanks he needed. "Alright, ladies! Let's get going."
Carrie was radiating joy. "Yes, let's!"
Taking Ib and Garry's lead, Carrie scrambled out of the room.
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