Private Dancer

part 12

by Vertigo

CHARACTER DISCLAIMER:
The characters herein are mine. Any resemblance to real or fictional people are strictly part of your imagination. Some places in the story are real and some are fictional.

LOVE/SEX WARNING/DISCLAIMER:
This story depicts an explicit love/sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If you are under 18 years of age or if this type of story is illegal in the state or country in which you live, please do not read it. If depictions of this nature disturb you, you may wish to read something other than this story.

Author's note: I have to take a moment to jump up and down and cheer wildly for Complx and Barb. You ladies are a huge help and I appreciate it. I genuflect at your feet.

Authors other note: I must thank my FIANCE for not lopping my head off for spending way too much time playing with these ladies.


 

Reece found Cori sprawled out on her bed playing video games. The tall woman threw the comforter over the smaller woman’s head. "Breakfast," she announced with a chuckle.

"Damn, woman, you ever change these sheets? This blanket has sex all over it!"

"Maybe you shouldn't be in my bed anyway. And I changed them two days ago."

Knowing there'd been nobody in the bed but Reece since, the dancer blushed and threw a pillow at her. "Oh. Anyone I know?"

"How do you know it wasn't you?" she smirked.

"Hardly the fantasy type. I'm highly attainable. " She followed the boss downstairs to the kitchen.

"Here, food." Reece waved the bag of fresh hot bagels under Cori's nose.

"Mmm. That's heaven."

Grateful for the distraction from her sheets, Reece ate quietly, while the dancer watched discreetly. She couldn't imagine this woman being owned. It must have been awful. What happened to her self-esteem to allow her to be treated like an animal? And how come she didn't maul Frankie for calling her Animal? She never let anyone else go without at least a broken nose. The more she thought, the more questions arose.

"What?" Reece's eyebrows arched.

"Huh?"

"You're staring at me. Is there something in my nose?"

"Oh, no. I was just thinking." Cori looked a her with a question.

"No."

"No what?"

"No, I don't want to know what you're thinking." She got up and refilled her mug.

"I was just wondering..."

"Fine. Ask me." Reece made a show of throwing herself in the chair and gesturing defeat with her arms.

"Please, Reece," Cori sighed. "And you said I was dramatic."

"You're losing me..." Reece warned, starting to slide down in her chair.

"Okay! Well, why were you on the streets in the first place?"

Reece rolled her eyes. "I got too old for the nuns to fuss over."

"You were orphaned?"

"Thrown away with the trash. Some street walker found me in a dumpster, brought me to a church."

Cori was shocked at the nonchalance.

"So you grew up in a church?" The dancer was amazed.

"Well, many churches and many foster homes."

"And you wound up on the streets when?"

"My last foster father was a whacked out 'Nam Vet, he tortured me with drills before dawn, beat me if I spoke out of line, and pretty much made life a living hell."

"No shit! God, Reece, I'm so sorry."

"You didn't do it." The woman shrugged with an air of indifference. It had happened…she’d survived.

"Yeah, but..."

"You wanna hear or not?" Cori nodded her head wildly. "Well, he wound up smacking me around one time too many, and I went postal on his ass. He just laughed like a mad man and hugged me saying, "that's my little soldier." Next thing I knew, I was boxing for profit, wrestling, then things changed and it was soon after when Frankie found me."

"Your owner was your father?"

"No, I never had a father. He was just that, my owner." Reece was starting to get uncomfortable. She’d told the dancer way too much as it was.

"Man, this is deep shit, Reece. You know something?"

"Hmm?"

"You clean up real good." Cori touched Reece's hand with affection.

The tall woman was at a loss. "Thanks?"

"One more question...please?"

"Oh, now you're pushing it..." The tall woman shrunk under the table again

"This is the first winter since I’ve known you, that you haven't gone off on your bike."

"Yeah, so where's the question?"

"Where'd ya used to go?"

"In September, tons of bikers head towards Sturgis. I usually hooked up with them for a while, and then pulled off wherever I felt like staying."

"By yourself?"

"Yeah. But sometimes I went with them too."

"You miss it?"

Reece sighed. "Terribly. It was the one thing I looked forward to all year. Solitude, nothing but you and the wind and the roar of the bike..." She looked disappointed.

"Sorry that you can't have your down time. I know it means a lot to you."

"Do you?"

"Yeah. I can tell. You seemed much more relaxed and peaceful when you came back. I could never do it."

"I like being alone. I really like it," she added meaningfully.

"You want me to leave?" Cori grinned.

"Eventually," she smiled.

"Thanks, boss." Cori smiled back. She liked Reece's smile.

***

Cori was tackled the moment she stepped in the door.

"Hey! What the…?

"So...?" The blonde lifted her eyebrow.

"So what?"

"Who was she? Was it at least worth breakfast?"

"Stop," Cori chuckled. "It’s not like that. I spent the night by Reece."

Faith looked at her like she had two heads.

"Don't look at me like that! We talked!" she defended herself.

"All night?" Faith asked angrily.

"Yes! What did you think? She tied me up and had her way with me?" Cori gestured to herself.

Faith looked like she swallowed a bug. "Uh, no, but if she wanted to, would you let her?" Those pictures were too fresh in her mind.

"Faith! What has gotten into you?" the dancer yelled.

"Nothing." The blonde was dangerously close to a sullen pout.

Cori stared at her friend. What is her problem? "Faith, I swear, I don't want her like that."

"You did." The blonde looked at her feet.

"Yeah, and I wanted you too."

"You did?" Faith looked shocked.

"Yeah, but our friendship is so much more important than what we would have had," Cori told her emphatically.

"I'm sorry, Cori." she hugged her friend  "I'm so high strung lately. Maybe I should go for a run."

"No way. I'm giving you the world’s best massage."

"Oh, twist my arm." She giggled in relief. What has gotten into me? I'm jealous of something that happened before I knew either of them.

A while later the blonde was sitting on her bed, images of a naked and sweaty Reece dancing in her head. She was totally lost in her mind or she would have seen Cori standing there with her eyebrow all over the place.

"Hon?" It must be Reece. She tilted her head in amusement.

"Oh! Cori, I'm sorry…distracted again." She turned away to hide the blush.

" Uh huh." Cori smirked. "It’s Saturday, I don't blame you. Tonight's the big night, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess it is." Now the soon-to-be-dancer got nervous.

"You want me to be there? I will if you want."

"Cori, how are you going to leave the club without her knowing where you're going? It’s impossible."

"You want me there? I'll do it." She gave her friend a bracing hug.

"Why are you being so good to me?" Faith mumbled into her friend’s shirt.

"Because I care about you. Geez, I never met two such clueless people before..."

"Thanks, Cor. I'd like it if you were there."

"No problem, sweets." Oh God, how the hell am I going to do this.

"You're the best friend I ever had." The blonde’s eyes started to well up with tears. "I am so scared of that place, those people..."

"C'mere, massage time, babe. Lay down."

Within minutes, Faith was asleep. Cori smiled at her friend. She hated talking her into dancing at this club. She felt she was deceiving her. She knew the trash that worked The Playhouse, but it was the only way to get the two women she cared about most together. She was sure of this. Reece will not let the woman she loves toss her titties around. Hopefully she'll tell her as much. Now the only thing she was relying on not to backfire was the tall woman’s temper. If Reece makes a scene, she would embarrass Faith. That would be the end of everything. She really prayed that this would work.

***

Reece paced her whole apartment. It was Saturday. Tonight Faith would be dancing in that shit-awful place, and she wouldn't be there to protect her. It was churning her stomach. She looked at her watch again. Still eight hours until show time. This was going to be the longest day in her life. She started to pace again. How was she going to stop her? "I can't stop her," she said out loud. "What am I going to do? Forbid her again? People don't own people. Period. Stop acting like you own her, idiot."

It was so hard. She was conditioned in only one way for so long, it was the only way she knew how to act. Even if she herself knew it was wrong, things just flew out of her mouth and she couldn't stop them. She tried to learn respect, having tasted it so briefly with Frankie. She can't demand and expect; she has to explain and accept. That's what she has to keep remembering. She gathered her things, and had an incredible idea when she opened her coat closet. "Hmmm, I wonder if it will work?" She shook the idea away. Spying will never work. It’s not like she would blend so easily. "Fuck." She set off to go to her club. Maybe she'd get so caught up in work, she’d forget all about it. "Ha!" It was a thought anyway.

***

By 7 PM, Cori was getting anxiety attacks watching her friend walk back and forth in the living room. She had given up trying to comfort her nerves a long time ago.

"You wanna go over the rules again?"

"Sure, Cor, anything."

"Okay, Rule #1: Find a target. The shy ones are the safest bet."

"Because they won't maul me."

"Yeah, something like that. Faith, if you think of it that way..."

"Sorry, I'm nervous."

"#2: Cleavage. Make sure you tease them with as much covered tit as possible. Anticipation is key. They'll be throwing the money at you just to take it off."

"You'll be there right?" she pleaded.

"Of course. Rule #3: Let them do all the work. Let the customers take off your clothes. They'll feel obligated to tip you."

"Okay, I know rule #4: Look like you just had sex. Give them eye contact, pretend you want them."

"Yep! And rule #5: Be blank. Never get flustered over a customer. And never let them know if you do."

"Thanks, Cor. I know I'm being silly about this whole thing. It’s just a titty club."

"Aw, you're not being silly. I threw up for an hour before my first show."

"Yeah well, if I did that, there would be some freak chain reaction in the locker room." She shuddered at the thought.

"That wouldn't be good. So, what do you want to do ‘til work?"

"I feel like I could run a marathon," Faith muttered, pacing around the room.

"Too cold…next."

"I actually think I'm hungry?"

"Ooo, big surprise. I bet you'll be eating while giving birth."

"Great image, Cor." She backhanded her friend in the stomach.

"Let's go eat. Grab your clothes; we'll separate from there. I promise I'll be there when you perform."

After eating and dropping Faith off at The Playhouse, Cori went to The Lounge, stopping to chat with Sam.

"Problem, Sarge."

"What kind? Need my help?"

"In a way. I have to get to The Playhouse at exactly 12:30. Help!"

"Oh! She's going through with it?"

"Yeah, I promised to be there. I have to be there. What am I going to do?"

"I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'll distract Reece. I'll think of something."

She threw her arms around Sam's neck and kissed her right on the mouth. "Thank you! I love you, Sarge. I owe you big time."

"Heh heh...how can I refuse?"

***

Reece was almost effective at distracting herself. Every so often she would be reminded of the hour as her watch pinged. 11:00. Now what? She contemplated what to eat for dinner, thinking Faith would be a delicious meal. Lost in that thought for a while, the next time she checked her watch, a half hour had passed. She stood and shook her head at herself. Figuring it would be a good idea to get out for a bit and get something, she grabbed her coat and split. Cori saw Reece and Sarge exchange words from her side stage waiting point. Sarge found Cori and made eating gestures at her after Reece had gone. "Yes!" This was perfect! She hoped the boss would be gone at least an hour.

After finishing her act, Cori ran like a woman on fire to the dressing room, threw her clothes on, and bolted out the door, saluting Sam on the way out. She found Faith nervously waiting to go on. There were already a couple girls on various parts of the catwalk.

"Hey, honey! Look, with the others up there, it won't be as bad, huh?" she mentioned encouragingly.

"I guess. Thanks for being here. How'd you get out?"

"Reece went out to eat! Believe it?"

"Lucky you," Faith chuckled nervously.

"AND NOW…STRAIGHT FROM THE LOUNGE…THE LOVELY...THE JUICY...PEACHES!"

Faith turned green.

"Oh God, Cori..."

Cori pushed her friend out on the catwalk and prayed for the best. She hooted and hollered for all she was worth. Faith was very awkward at first, but being as attractive as she was, the men didn't seem to mind. She loosened up a bit with Cori's encouragement and did very well. She made a pretty penny, too.

"You go, girl!" Cori helped Faith off the stage and covered her with her coat. No sense in letting them see it for free.

"Woo! I did it Cori!" she laughed.

"Come on, woman, let’s count your blessings. Then I have to jet." They laughed all the way to the dressing room.

***

After eating a dinner of two devil dogs and coffee, Reece was turning the corner to her club when an annoying flyer person thrust a piece of paper at her. She was going to wad it up and stuff it in his mouth when she noticed what it said. It was a picture of Faith, under the words..."Come to The Playhouse 12:30, and 2:00 and see how ripe my peaches are."

Reece nearly had a stroke right there. Unfortunately the innocent man suffered her wrath and was digging paper out of very odd places for days after. She stormed into her club, directly to the dressing room. Flinging open the door she shouted, "Cori!" Sam fell in behind her, wondering what happened, and just a little worried for Cori. "Boss, she went to get something to eat. What's up?"

"This!" She threw a wadded up piece of paper at the bouncer. Sam opened it up and winced. When she looked up, Reece was gone, and the slam was inevitable.

Cori ran into the club a few moments later and saw the exchange. Oh shit!

"Sarge? What happened?"

"Seems the boss doesn't appreciate this."

Cori's face turned sour. "Oh, Faith doesn't even know about this. How'd they get her picture?"

"They have a camera in the locker room. Keeps the girls on their toes. Musta took a still shot."

"Oh Jesus, Sarge! Reece is going to go in there and destroy the place!"

"You gonna stand in front of her?"

"No fucking way!"

"Then, let her do what she wants, Cori. It’s not like they don't have it coming."

"This isn't good. I have to stop her." Cori chewed on her lower lip, her mind spinning with plans.

"Cori, you are a very lovely woman," Sam told her gravely. "I'd hate to have to weep by your grave."

"Yeah, right…" She went towards Reece's office and the door opened.

"Hey, boss! Wait up. Listen, don't do anything that you'll regret!"

The woman merely snarled.

"Please! Think of the implications."

Reece just kept walking.

"Think about this! For Faith's sake!"

Reece turned around and started toward Cori, who had possibly lost control of her mouth.

"Look, calm down." The dancer held her hands up defensively. "Do you really want to go back to jail?"

"What does it matter to you?" Reece growled.

"It matters a lot, Reece! Listen to me, you're not thinking clearly. I swear! This is the right thing!"

The club owner closed her eyes and took a few heaving breaths. "What do you suppose I do then?" she sneered.

"You want to go there? You'll ruin Faith's big night. If you embarrass her, Reece...." She tentatively touched the high-strung woman. Very angry blue eyes popped open.

"But Cori, I want to kill that jerk off! Not hurt Faith. I promise." She bit out the last words grudgingly.

"Okay. I do too, but it’s not going to help any. Look, you're so angry you're shaking. Let’s just go into the office and calm down. Okay?"

"She can't do this. She just can't. They can't do this to her..."

"She can do what she wants. Unless she is convinced that she shouldn't, she will. Talk to her like a person, tell her how you feel."

"I think I love her, Cori." There. It fell out uncontrollably.

You could have knocked Cori down with a feather. Did she just admit that freely? Okay, so it was to the wrong person, but still an admission. "I know you do, hon. And her, you. Let’s go inside and think of something."

"She does?" Reece stopped all movement.

"I'm quite sure of it. So, you want to go there and talk to her? Or just check her out." The dancer wiggled her eyebrows. "You'll make quite a stir."

Reece's heart pounded furiously. Do I dare go there? Yes. I can't go the night without at least seeing that she's okay. She went back to her first idea.

"So, Cor, what if she doesn't know it’s me?"

"Hello? You're not exactly the average Jane."

"Yeah, but with a little help..." she smirked.

"Boss? Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" The dancer smirked right back.

"Cori, step into my office. I think I need your help."

"See now, isn't it better when we think before we act?"

"Don't push your luck, freak."

"Come on, boss. We only have so much time."

In the office, Cori was trying to find a way to effectively tuck the long black hair into the tall woman’s shirt.

"You need a hat, Reece. This looks like you have a hump."

"I have a helmet."

"Oh, that'll blend. Remember to keep your jacket zipped." Cori was looking around the room for something. She settled on one of those stress squeeze things. "Here, put this in your pants."

Reece just stared at her blankly.

"Boss, your pants are so tight, it’s apparent you have nothing there."

She looked towards her crotch and back at Cori.

"Look, the girls are trained to look at..." she pointed at the boss's crotch, "...it for a reaction."

Reece lifted an eyebrow.

Exasperated, Cori threw the squeezy thing at her. "You are pretending to be a man for christ’s sake!"

Reece caught the stress toy and squeezed it. "Hoo no! My dick would never feel squishy like this! No way!"

"Well, what do you suggest? Nothing else will fit in those pants," she said sarcastically.

"Plenty have fit in these pants." The club owner wiggled her eyebrows. "They're leather, Cor, they adjust."

"Well, unless you have a dildo laying around here..."

An evil leer cut her right off.

"You do? Why did I even doubt that," the dancer muttered, shaking her head.

"Yeah. Bottom drawer on the left."

"Perpetual hard-on’s are good. The girls will be falling all over you, Reece."

"Well, that's not the idea. I could go without it, but you seem to think it’s a good idea."

"It is, trust me, I'm a dancer."

"If you insist." The tall woman stood and spent quite some time arranging herself.

From behind, it was very amusing and Cori had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud. When Reece turned around, the dancer’s eyes bugged out. "How did you do that?"

Reece looked down and back up at Cori with a shrug. "Do what?"

"It looks so real!"

"Isn't that what you want?"

"Yeah, just ...never mind. Zip up, let’s take a look." Reece put on her sunglasses and stood tall.

"Good, boss. Now we just need a hat. A ball cap, so it can cover your face a bit."

"Sam has one."

"Good. I think you're all set, then."

The club owner took a deep breath, and looked at her watch. "1:40! Shit, Cor!" She ran out of the office, and through the club, snatching the hat off of Sam’s head on the way out, confusing the poor bouncer.

***

Reece was barely recognizable in her get-up and sauntered towards the bar to better scan the place. She was relieved to see they hadn't gotten rid of the 10-foot mirror behind the bar as she sat on an empty stool. Taking off her sunglasses, she ordered her drink and glanced into the mirror to survey the club. She was glad this was a topless only joint as she tossed back a shot of Jack, her eyes watering as it burned the back of her throat. Shit! My eyes! She quickly put the glasses back on realizing that her eyes were her one dead give away. There were a handful of dancers on the stage, which was a maze of catwalks and poles winding around most of the floor with stools lining the whole length. It was pretty crowded and she mentally went over the benefits of such a set up for her own club. She was lost in thought and didn't notice when the music changed signifying a new girl coming out to perform. It wasn’t until the guy next to her gave her an elbow to the kidney and mentioned what he'd like to "do" to this "broad" that Reece squinted at the stage to see what this guy’s problem was.

It was the strangest thing. All at once her mouth went dry, her knees felt weak, her heart was pounding in her ears—which would explain why the blood stopped flowing to her fingers—and like a moth to a flame, she couldn't stop walking towards the stage. She shoved herself into a stool and, despite the sunglasses, kept her head down.

Willing herself to peek upwards, she took in the sight before her. It was her, Faith, wearing the most incredibly sexy outfit and wiggling seductively around the stage to her intro. Reece shoved her cold hands in her pockets to stop the shaking. The music changed again, and it was time for Faith to start taking off her clothes.

The dancer was a lot more confident, this being her second time out. The first set had started as a nightmare for the blonde: she initially felt uncoordinated, clumsy, ugly, and way too short. But thanks to Cori, once she got warmed up it was much easier to let go. Letting her hips sway to the beat, she looked around to find a man to "assist" her in her task of disrobing. In the beginning it was a little embarrassing to have all these men waving money at her, but counting the profits afterwards changed that. Working her way around the twisting stage, she spotted her victim.

Oh, look at that guy. He can't even look at me.

Reece started to sweat. Faith was dancing right towards her and if she came any closer, she was sure she'd die. Suddenly feeling fingers under her chin, the customer obeyed and lifted her head.

Calves, knees, thighs, cleavage. Reece was riveted.

Faith was bending at the waist, her tits level with the customer’s head: Rule #2. Reece swallowed hard. Surely she can see my heart beating in my throat! The dancer dropped into a squat and dropped her hands behind her and thrust her crotch up into the horrified face in front of her.

Reece, knowing where this was going, pulled her hands out of her pockets and quickly shoved a bill in front of her. Maybe she'd take it and go away.

The dancer was having way too much fun though. God, this guy is so shy! Gotta loosen him up! She got to her knees took his hands and wrapped them around her back, pushing his face into her cleavage and wiggling.

The customer groaned into her flesh and Faith felt the familiar tingle in her stomach. What the…? She was taken aback and let the man go. He immediately stood up and Faith's eyes widened when she noticed the reason for his discomfort. She grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back down on the stool, whispering seductively, "Did I do that?"

Reece could hear the hoots and whistles of the others and wanted to get as far away from the stage as possible. If she left completely, it would surely make Faith feel terrible. Then again, if she thought real hard maybe she could disappear.

The dancer went and collected her tips but found herself inexplicably drawn to this man. On her hands and knees, she crawled back to him and took the money from his hand, touching his lips, which elicited another massive stomach tingle and a visible shudder from the customer, and then placing the money between his teeth. Noticing it was a twenty, she had an excuse to give him a good show. She stood up and danced for him exclusively, noting how hard he was breathing excited her in a strange way. She turned around and squatted again, letting him know he was to take off her bra.

Reece hesitated, but the proximity of Faith's flesh was doing her in. She had never been more excited in her life! She was trembling when she opened the clasp, and in a split second her face was surrounded by soft warm skin, enveloped in breast.

The dancer squeezed her breasts together, plucking the money from the paralyzed customer’s teeth.

Ohgodohgodohgod! Reece wanted to run, but couldn't move. Faith had her hand on the back of her neck and was mashing her face into warm, sweet smelling flesh. She was sure she was drooling down the blonde’s cleavage.

The dancer couldn't believe how turned on she was by this man! This was breaking rule #5. She begged silently for him to run his tongue over her skin. He was shaking and sweating and she was sure he would have a nice wet spot in his leathers to match the one she currently had in her thong, which was surprising her to begin with.

Reece could smell Faith all around her. She was getting lightheaded, and struggled to get free before she did something she would regret. She closed her eyes in relief when she was released.

The dancer let go of the man and again squatted down in front of him, reaching out and removing his sunglasses. Piercing blue eyes popped open, disoriented. Faith gasped. This was not what she expected, but a sense of relief washed over her, along with a little pride in the reaction she provoked in the woman. Seeing the expression in Faith's green eyes, Reece was shocked into stillness, her chest the only thing moving in time with her near panting. Without even thinking, the dancer moved in and brushed her lips across Reece's, replaced her sunglasses, and casually strode away.

The boss was grateful that her cover wasn't blown, but the rest of her feelings at this moment were indescribable. She waited until the blood flow returned to her limbs and stood as best she could on her rubbery legs. She saw Faith turn, run her gaze up and down her tall frame, and shoot her a very wide smile. Why is she smiling? She can't possibly find this funny. She looked down at her own crotch and couldn't help the grin that appeared on her own face. She noticed all eyes on her, and so she did the only thing any man would in this predicament. She adjusted her penis and winked at the blonde.

Faith laughed out loud at Reece, and watched as she left, receiving a few encouraging slaps on the back and comments on the way out.

***

The cold night air did nothing to suppress her body heat. She removed her cap opened her coat, and made her escape back to The Lounge. Reece was wound tighter than ever.

To be continued...


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