What Kind of Man Would I Be?

    “The Baroness’ gone?” Maria gawped at the Captain. He smirked at her amusing reaction, “Yes, Fräulein. The Baroness has left; sadly before the big party.” He gestured with his hands in the air. Maria crossed her arms while tapping her chin, “Yes, does that mean the party is off? What will I tell the children?” Her brow furrowed in frustration. “The party is not cancelled. I knew the children would be very adamant on it still continuing with or without the Baroness.” Maria let out a sigh of relief, “Oh! That’s fantastic! They will be so happy, Sir.” Her face always had a glow when she was happy, and the Captain certainly noticed though he wasn’t sure why. “Yes, yes, I’m sure they will be very pleased. Anyway, do you have something to wear for the party?” The Captain teased, referencing back to her ugly Postulant’s dress when she first arrived. Maria giggled, “Yes, I’ve been working on it ever since I knew there would be a party!” He nodded his approval, “I look forward to seeing your craftsmanship, Fräulein!” The conversation paused as they kept looking into each other’s eyes, but were swiftly interrupted by the children bursting in the room leaving Maria with a blushed face. “Father, the Baroness is gone! The party isn’t cancelled is it?” The Captain tapped Gretl on the nose before issuing his very important statement, “The party is” as he paused for dramatic effect; Maria side eyed him, “Still very much happening!” The children erupted in cheers of joy. “We were so worried! Uncle Max said he didn’t know anything, but we thought he was lying!” The Captain laughed, “I haven’t talked to Max yet, just Mar- I mean, Fräulein Maria. Pardon me. So go run and tell Uncle Max the party is still happening tonight.” The children scurried out of the room as the Captain turned back to Maria. “I don’t suppose you have much experience with these sorts of affairs, so just keep an eye on the children.” Maria began to protest, “Well I actually ha-“, but she was cut-off by the Captain being called by Frau Schmidt. “Captain, you have a call on your office telephone!” The Captain rolled his eyes and gave a small smile to Maria, “Excuse me, Fräulein.”
    By 7 PM that evening, the party was roaring with life. The buffet table covered and the DJ at the back of the Villa’s converted ballroom with his stacks of records. The room was darkened and the floor lit with multicolored LEDs. Maria was busy keeping the children entertained with a small party of their own. A movie and snacks seemed to be keeping them from going anywhere, so Maria decided to check out the party for herself. She had seen the room it was being held in and was amazed at its grand size and design. The music was emanating from the walls, and Maria recognized the song from her days as a Postulant sneaking out of the Abbey to clubs, where she would hear music and even dance when she became brave and overtaken by the best songs. She feared the Captain might catch her but thought he would be too preoccupied with guests and dancing to even notice her quickly sneaking in the door. ‘The Bee Gees’ “Stayin’ Alive” was just ending as Maria slipped in the door.
    The DJ swapped to a new record as Max shouted for the dancefloor to clear, ‘Chic’ “Le Freak” blared through the speakers, and Maria instantly recognized it as she had heard it many times in Discos while sneaking out at night. She didn’t expect the Captain to be the only one left on the dancefloor when she turned around and everyone else to be watching from the sides. Her breath caught and she turned crimson all over. The carefree way he moved his body across the dancefloor was a far cry from the usually stern and buttoned up Captain she knew. The people on the sides were moving side to side with the beat and would occasionally cheer out his name or official title. Maria couldn’t even get close, as she was frozen in place at the sight. She noticed he wasn’t even wearing a tie and his collar was unbuttoned two or three down and she grew even redder at the sight. She clamped her hand over her mouth when her eyes wandered lower. The way his hips moved was utterly hypnotizing. She had seen it in clubs before. Why couldn’t she tear her eyes away? Why was she so flustered now? He held his hands behind his back; his knees bent in a squat, and rolled his hips to the beat. Maria felt her stomach tighten and a shudder she had never felt before ran through her. She exhaled into her hand and made a squeak. It was like torture of the sweetest kind. She felt the urge to grab him and didn’t even know why. The song finally ended, and the Captain bowed to the cheering and hollering crowd of friends. Maria noticed the Captain going to sit at the bar in the room for a drink, so she thought she could sneak a request into the DJ and get a dance in of her own before returning to the children. Yes, that would help clear her mind after seeing all that. She snuck to the DJ booth and requested one of her favorite songs. ‘The Jackson 5’ “Shake Your Body (Down To The Ground)” seemed a shock to everyone on the dancefloor at first, but they quickly got into a groove worthy of the best clubs. Maria danced her way into the middle of the dancefloor; sure the Captain and Max wouldn’t be able to catch her. Max ordered a Pink Rum from the bartender, after giving Georg a hearty slap on the back for a job well done. Georg just chuckled as he sipped at his White Russian, but as he scanned the dancefloor, he nearly spat out his drink. Maria was dancing in the middle, and… she was amazing. But how, how could she be such a good dancer? She was a Postulant for God knows how many years! They’re incredibly strict about everything. Her dancing was having an obvious effect on his body. He was turning as pink as Max’s drink and had to cross one leg over the other no matter how uncomfortable it was getting. He had lost the conversation with Max completely and had no interest in continuing it. He gulped down his drink and slammed down the glass to Max’s surprise, “Georg! Don’t go around breaking the glassware!” Georg grumbled, “I pay for it, Max. Besides, I was thirsty!” Max laughed, “Have you ever tried water, Georg?” Georg rolled his eyes in response as the song ended. The DJ flipped the next record onto the player, ‘Earth, Wind, & Fire’ “Love’s Holiday” and Maria began to make her escape from the dancefloor. Georg caught her by the hand first, staring into her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. He walked closer to her, and she began to stutter an apology, “Reverend Mother! I mean! Captain! I shouldn’t have! I just wanted to! The children were watching the movie, and I just thought that! I’m so sorry…” Her head fell, so the Captain placed his fingers under her chin and lifted it. “No apologies necessary.” He smiled, “Where did you learn to dance like that? You never told me.” She scrunched her face as she looked up at him, “I never had a reason. You’re my employer. Well, I tried to earlier today, but then you had the phone call.” He reached out for her other hand, “Will you dance with me, Maria?” She tentatively took his hand; he pulled her close and they swayed back and forth to the song. Her arms slowly moved around his neck, as he crossed his hands behind her lower back. They were dancing away in a corner, off of the dance floor. “Captain, I-“ His expression suddenly went blank as he kept staring into her eyes, his mouth parted slightly, “Please, call me Georg.” He lifted her chin with his right hand and guided her to kiss him. Her hands slid into his hair as she made a small moan. He pulled away and smiled at her. She smiled shyly and stroked the hair at his neck. “I was going to say that I used to sneak out at night to dance and hear music.” He began to kiss her neck, whispering in her ear, “Of course you did. How could I have not guessed that?”

This seems very interesting! Would be interested in reading more. It's not "trash" at all, don't worry

It isn't trash? What makes it interesting?