Private Dancer

part 3

by Vertigo

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.

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.


The ride home was pretty much uneventful for the two women. Reece had insisted they go to her house. She had a guest room and privacy. The injured dancer feigned protest, but she really wanted to be there. It was all she thought about on the ride through the tunnel. The place was gorgeous. Some things were a bit tacky, but what do you expect from a titty club owner. It was two floors of decadence. There were two huge bathrooms, three bedrooms, a den, the kind of kitchen you see in magazines, and a living room to die for. You could rent out the hall closet as a room. It was bigger than her whole apartment.

Cori lived in Brooklyn all her life, knowing she'd never be able to live in Manhattan. Especially this area. Shit, she had to have roommates where she was now! As soon as she was able, she moved to Park Slope, using the excuse that it was closer to Manhattan, and really, it was the next best thing to being there. Truth be known, the neighborhood was nick named "Dyke Slope" and Cori just had to live there.

Turning off the West Side Highway, she got a childlike thrill of anticipation. Her nosy disposition was killing her. She heard the rumors that Reece had inherited the place from Frank as well, but the club owner made it clear that she didn't want to talk about Uncle Frankie. So Cori never got the whole story. Now she figured, with this little love fest she was feeling from the boss, it wouldn't be as hard to get her to open up as it had been. So many things the dancer wanted to know. So many blanks to fill in. She smiled, always loving a challenge.

Her smile faded as they rounded the corner on Bank street and Cori thought she saw the pretty bartender from last night Is that her? Is she crying? The bike circled the block again for a spot and Cori yelled to the driver, "Just drop me in front of the house. I'll wait on the stoop for you." Knowing there was a glare aimed at her behind the sunglasses, she continued. "I promise, Boss. I'll just sit there. You go get a spot. I don't feel much like walking." The bike came to a stop in front of #12.

That is her! What the...? She waited for Reece to pull away. "Faith? Is everything okay?"

No response.

"Hey." She smoothed the blonde's hair. "What's wrong? Don't cry."

The blonde looked up at the only person in the world that cared. Cori opened her arms and Faith fell into them with a loud sob.

"Oh Cori...I'm so sorry...." she hiccupped. "I don't know why this happened...I just can't stop crying."

The dancer pulled back and looked into the swollen green eyes, which widened when Faith noticed the bandage and rapidly bruising eye.

"Oh God, Cori...what happened?"

"It’s nothing. I'm okay. It’s you who I'm worried about."

"No dodging, you're hurt! What's up?"

"When dye jobs was a horrible thing." She mock shuddered. "Please, tell me why your sitting here crying." She lifted the blonde’s chin.

Knowing when to back off, Faith answered, "I guess it’s all hitting me at once. You know, what we talked about this morning. I just..."

Reece drove by again and paused. Upon seeing Cori's thumbs up and smile, she drove away on her quest for space.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Faith asked, "Who was that?" Cori hesitated.

Reading the pause all wrong she stood quickly. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interfere, I'll get going...I'm such an idiot."

"No wait! Faith, don't make me yell...please." It hurts. Cori grabbed for the blonde.

"No, I feel like such a moron. I should have realized..." She saw the tall figure approaching from the corner. "I'm okay. Really. I gotta go."

"I'm coming to see you at the bar...Faith!"

Shit! Cori must think I'm mental. I am so embarrassed. And her boyfriend...just imagine what she's going to tell him! She groaned. Oh, that's just some loony tune bartender I met yesterday...Please Cori, don't show up at the bar tonight. The bartender saw the time just then. She'd only have enough time to take a shower now.

The club owner raised an eyebrow in the direction of the blonde, who was walking away at a rapid pace.

"That was the bartender I met yesterday." Cori followed Reece into the house and locked the door.

"Oh? She looked kind of upset. I figured that's why you wanted off the bike. Break her heart?" She smirked. "Coffee?"

"Absofuckinlutely. And down girl, she's just a friend. Straight as a pin. Aahh." she sunk deeply into the couch. "This is heaven. Marry me?"

"HA! In your dreams. Isn't this the one you said would be right up my alley? A hysterical straight girl?" The tall woman disappeared into her bedroom.

"I could divorce you and get half. Yeah. I know it looks bad, but...she's adorable, has a hard little body, and incredible green eyes..."

"Is she a freak, too?" Reese popped her head out of the doorway to meet the pillow head on. "I'm taking a shower. If you want, you can have a bath in the guest room."

"No, she's quite the loaf of Wonder." Cori stood up and got a little dizzy. She fell down into the couch.

"Whoa there. You all right?"

"Just a bit woozy. I think I'll have that coffee before I move again." She opened her eyes to a naked goddess hovering over her.

"Sweet Jesus!" Holy shit! She's beautiful!

"Jesus? Cor? You goin' God on me?" she joked.

"No, but I just had an epiphany." She couldn't take her eyes off the boss' nakedness.

"I think I could sue you for some kind of sexual harassment." Reece grinned, and walked slowly back to her shower.

"Like you'd turn it down. Hey, why you walkin' like you're sexy?" Thinking a cool bath was a good idea after all, the dancer stood cautiously and headed towards the guest room. "Fuck!" Rubbing her shin. "Who buys a table like that?" she shouted, then heard a chuckle from the other room.

Later that afternoon, the two sat swallowed up in the couch and talked. Well, one talked the other nodded on occasion and kept an eye on the TV.

"...and then Mothra descended on the bar and casually ordered a Shirley Temple."

"Mmm hmmm."

"By that time, the cute blonde bartender was gyrating naked on the soda tap..."


"You know, you could at least make it appear you are listening to me."

"Who was naked?"

"No one, pig. I was trying to get your attention. Now that I have it, you wanna know what I think?"

"No. This is the best part...they're going to cross the Bog of Stench." Reece broke into guffaws as rude flatulent sounds came out of the TV. In stereo.

Cori, not getting the humor, shook her head in wonder. "So if I sat here and farted, you'd listen to me?" she pouted.

"Aw c'mon...that's funny!" she snorted on the inhale.

"Ooo, that's attractive. Do your ho's get to hear that? Or do you save it for your close warm personals?"

"Apparently I'm not going to watch this movie without you yapping." She flicked off the TV and turned around to stare at Cori in mock awe.

"Stop that. I can't concentrate when you do that. It's like looking into a hot flame."

"Well, I'm listening. So talk."

Averting her eyes from the blue gaze, she started to tell her about the bartender. "...and I think it might be a good idea to ask her maybe to work at the club." She looked up, hopeful.

"How do you do that without breathing?'

"Really, what do you think?"

"Well, you said she's a mean bartender, and feisty. We need feisty." She thought about it.

Cori started a nice shoulder massage on the tall woman. "She's real cute too. I bet she'd turn out a lot of repeat customers."

The boss' head fell forward and she groaned. "Mmm, we do need another girl behind the bar on weekends." She had already made up her mind, but hell if she was giving up this massage.

"Coax me more."

"You fuck head. You taking advantage of a sick woman?"

"Okay, bring her in tomorrow. Since there's no work for you ‘til Friday, it'll give you the opportunity to get Little Miss Hardbody with the green eyes into your bed."

"I..." She slapped Reece in the back of the head, " not a pig like you. Besides, I have the wrong parts. But I'm sure you can work around it," she teased.

"Well, just bring her in. I have no more room for toasters."


Cori was having a magnificent dream. It was this afternoon again, but this time the scene played out differently. The tall, muscular, naked body was moving on top of hers...she could hear the sounds of sex loud and clear. She bolted upright at the sound of the crash.

"Fuckin' ay!" Reflex caused her to curse her roommates. Her pounding head caused her to flop back into the pillow. "Oh man" she whined. After realizing she was in the guest room at the boss’ place, she froze at the moan that accompanied a loud thud. "Shit Reece!" Still disoriented, and a bit pissed that she was roused out of a much-deserved sleep, not to mention the dream, she stumbled to the door. The sight that confronted her took a while to filter through her sleep fogged brain. What the fuck is that? Ok, that's definitely Reece, but...OH! She blushed furiously.

The boss had grown an appendage in the shape of a woman—a half naked, gyrating woman—whose legs were wrapped tightly around the taller woman's waist. By the looks of things, she was about to be mauled right there against the wall. Oh god...I shouldn't be watching this... she thought, still wound up from the images in her dream. But when it came time for her feet to move...they wouldn't.

Reece had started towards the stairs, then turned and aimed for the couch. No, go upstairs, inwardly groaned the dancer. The tall woman growled and assisted the body around hers in its movement.  I'm supposed to sleep NOW? she thought. She watched as Reece sat with the appendage still firmly attached, and buried her face in breasts. Heavy breathing filled the room, Cori's included. Then the woman threw her head back and groaned loudly, obviously on the receiving end of a talented tongue. Reece dug her nails harder into the humping ass and grunted. The tall woman then swept a booted foot across the table, clearing it of its contents. She leaned forward, depositing the flavor of the evening on her back, apparently not the least bit worried about waking her houseguest.

Gee thanks, boss lady. You're a gem.

At this time, the club owner was aware of the voyeur and, for her benefit, started going on in detail about what she was going to do to the woman. The appendage shuddered and groaned in anticipation. Cori did too, in sympathy. The tall woman shot a very lecherous glare at the dancer.

"Gonna stand there all night?"

Mortified, Cori slapped her in the back of the head. "Geez, didn't anybody ever tell you its rude to talk with a nipple in your teeth?" and she stalked off to the guest room. She heard her boss chuckle. It would seem the appendage was oblivious.

Morning saw the two women sitting across from one another. One fidgeting and staring into her coffee, the other highly amused at her friend’s discomfort.

"Get any sleep last night, Cor?"

"Fuck you, animal."

Reece chuckled. "No, I fucked her like an animal. I knew I'd find a use for that table."

"Yeah, so I heard." Cori got up to leave the room. "I'll never be able to look at that table the same way."

"You jealous?" She clicked her tongue piercing against her teeth. "I heard you too, you know."

"What?" The dancer quickly turned back around.

"When we came in. I heard you, moaning and such. You were having some dream, huh?" She wasn't going to tell her she heard her saying her name. Cori would never look at her in the eye again.

"No, actually I felt sick to my stomach. And I don't know how you could have heard anything other than that tramp you were carrying around." The blush was betraying her, so she hurried to the guest room. "I'm jumping in the shower so I can get home. I'm gonna stop by the bar tonight and talk to Faith about the job. Oh, thanks by the way."

"What, for last night? My pleasure."

"You're so fuckin' full of yourself, you know that?" she yelled from the bathroom.

A bit later, while standing under the hot spray, a teasing voice wafted through the room. "The shower massage detaches, horn dog."

Blushing again, Cori thought about it. She never did finish that dream, and after listening to those two…. "What the hell." She took full advantage of the situation.


Reece was well into finishing her allotted work for the evening, when there was a knock on her office door. "Go away," she bellowed. She had every intention of celebrating her accounting skills by going home, ordering Chinese, and sitting like a lump in front of the television. No one will ruin my party, she thought. The door opened and a purple head appeared.

"Woman, you're gonna be bald come Thursday. What do you want?"

"I, um, I brought a friend...okay?"

"Ooo, for me?" she wiggled her eyebrows. "You gonna watch this time, too?"

Cori shot her a glare that said "BE NICE!"

"You know it took me a lot of convincing today to get her to come here. I actually had to tell her you were nice."

Reece rolled her eyes and waved her hand in the air. "Yeah, yeah...come in." She stood up to walk around her desk. "Does she do bookkeeping? I could use a bookkeeper..." She was struck speechless by the woman standing in front of her. Shit! It’s her! Shitfuckpiss!

Faith looked up at the sound of the sexy voice. Then kept looking up and up, until she reached a sea of blue. God damn! She is gorgeous!

Cori, extremely amused by the two women staring slack jawed at each other, took their hands and clasped them together in a handshake. They both jumped at the contact. Faith blushed furiously at her very unusual reaction. Reece cleared her throat and shook her head as if to shake the feeling loose. It didn't work. She had been looking for this woman for as long as she could remember. And it took Cori, her freak, to find her.

Finally Cori spoke. "Um, Reece Corbett, Faith Ashford. This is the woman I met at the bar."


"Boss? You were going to talk to her about employment opportunities?” She stressed the last two words to get the tall woman’s attention back to earth.

"Yeah, the bartender." She blinked a few times. "Sure, um, so..." What happened to my tongue?

Faith just stood there silently. There was a strange feeling in her stomach and she had no idea what it was. She was also a little embarrassed. This striking woman was obviously in some sort of trouble and she was beginning to think it was her.

"Why don't I go show her around the place first. You can meet us by the bar, boss lady." Cori could not, for the life of her, remember seeing Reece so uncomfortable before. If she didn't know better, she'd swear the boss was smitten.

Reece sat down on the edge of her desk. "What the hell was that?" she wondered. "A woman steps out of my dreams and into my office and I become an asshole?" She pounded her leg with a fist. "Get a grip!" she scolded herself.

The great Casanova was about to fall.


Walking through the club, Faith was more than a bit surprised. So this is what a strip joint looks like, she thought. It was nothing like she assumed. It was far from sleazy or dirty. The customers were wearing ties, and the girls looked healthy enough. She began recognizing faces. Ah... She now put two and two together from the first night at the bar.

"So, is Cori your real name?"

"Yeah. But I'm the only dancer who uses my real name here." She smiled at the blonde. "Let me take your coat and I'll introduce you to a few people."

Cori saw her boss when one of the moving lights caught the crystal blue gaze. Following its path, she smirked when she saw Faith meet the stare and shiver. Oh boy...this is gonna be good!

What the heck? Faith felt all the hairs stand up on her body and instinctively turned towards the source. God...why is this happening to me? She was getting worried. Maybe she was getting sick. No, she felt wonderful. Maybe she needed sleep. Yeah…that's it. Sleep. Like that was going to happen anytime soon. The pipes in her building were banging so loud now, it wasn’t even funny, and the new neighbors played speed metal all day.

"...hon? Are you listening to me?"

"Oh, Cori, I'm sorry. I am so tired, I must have zoned out for a moment." There it was again! Blue eyes averted their gaze and the tall woman disappeared in the darkness. "So... She owns this place? Unusual for a woman, isn't it?"

"Sure, but we don't consider her a woman."

"Oh? So tell me about her. What's it like working for her? Is she nice? Does she treat you well?"

After answering all the questions, and being bombarded by more, all about Reece, Cori could have laughed out loud. Well, I'll be damned...she has it bad. Poor thing. If only it wasn't Reece. She couldn't let her get anywhere near the cute, little blonde. She would chew her up and spit her out. Think of the devil...

The club owner was making a rare appearance at the bar. Faith took stock of the woman as she approached. Long, strong legs wrapped neatly in black denim and thick, square-toed boots. A silky looking cotton turtleneck, maybe Egyptian cotton, she thought, covering well developed but not bulky arms, nice lean abdomen, perfect breasts... Perfect breasts? I'm looking at her breasts? That way? I'm not a lesbian! But this woman, and butterflies in my I?

Cori followed Faith’s eyes...raising her own eyebrow at the bold appraisal. She glanced at Reece who had also noticed the green eyes and where they were paused. Her nipples hardened under the scrutiny...she began to blush hotly. Cori's mouth fell open and both eyebrows and the ring were nearly in her hairline at this reaction. Reece? BLUSHING? No fucking way...

The club owner caught the incredulous gawk aimed in her direction. Fuck... Not ever feeling quite so ill at ease before, she really didn't know how to act. Joking is always good, she thought.

" Cori playing nice? Or should I fire her?" She followed it with a smile when the green eyes looked at her in disbelief.

"Oh, no. Actually, she was singing your praises, Ms. Corbett."

Cori nearly shot soda out of her nose.

"Reece, please, it’s Reece." The tall woman narrowed her eyes into a very menacing glare at the purple haired dancer, who immediately stopped laughing. If there was one thing she could not tolerate it was people laughing at her. She'd blinded people for a mere chuckle.

Faith felt the danger in that look and subconsciously backed away. "Sorry...Reece," she stammered.

"Oh great, boss, scare her half to death why don't you." Cori turned to the blonde and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Here, I'll introduce you to the other girls. She's harmless really. A pussycat if you stroke her right." She shot a look at her boss, who was feeling a cross between regret and shock at hearing how Cori described her.

"A pussycat? I'll show you a pussycat. FREAK!" And she stomped off to her office. You could hear the door slam even over the music. Everybody winced.

To be continued...Part 4
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