Private Dancer (10 page)

        
The Lounge was pretty crowded when Reece arrived. She was feeling rather cocky tonight and decided to wander around the club, taking in the scenery for a while before locking herself away in the office. Monica noticed her first and she elbowed Debbie, who elbowed Honey, who in turn skittered off to the dressing room to tell the others. It was very rare that the boss prowled around the club like this. It reminded Monica of when Reece was a fixture at the bar, running collection errands for Frankie, or bouncing some asshole out on his ear.

        
The dancers loved her and she took full advantage of that, never at a loss for pussy. Monica swore that Frankie encouraged her to sleep with them, always disappearing into a secluded corner with a dancer, and sometimes not so subtly right there in your face. The tall, dark woman had a certain air around her. It was almost like you could see the electricity crackling off of her body. But it was her eyes that captured the attention. Some of the girls swore it was like being hypnotized; they never had a chance. She laughed a lot more then too.
God she was gorgeous when she smiled.
Monica grinned at her memories.

        
Since Frankie died, the spark was gone and the fiery blue faded to dull and sad. She had always kept to herself and, in those days, you could probably find her staring into space lips pursed in thought. But she was never sad. Since she became owner of the place, she was hardly ever out of her office, if she came in at all, and she never fucked the girls any more, either. Monica was silently hoping that this was her big chance to have the boss, never having the opportunity of being "picked" in the past.

        
*  

        
"Shit, Faith! We are so late! Reece is going to kill me!"

        
"She wont actually
kill
you, Cor. Calm down, we're almost there. Besides, how do you know she'll even be there yet? She's probably stuck in traffic anyway."

        
The dancer didn't look any less upset. "I'm going to call. One of the girls will have to cover for me. Oh, and she locked up the bike for the winter, so traffic isn't the answer." She dug into her backpack for a quarter.

        
"Oh, she did? Yeah, I guess you'd have to. I mean you can't ride in the snow."
Crap!
Faith really wanted to be on the back of that baby so she could wrap herself around that woman. After the dream she had this morning, she wanted so bad to work out the details of foreplay on a moving bike.

        
"What? Oh, man. Thanks." She hung up the phone and leaned her head on it.
Is she nuts? Can't she wait ‘til Faith gets there?

        
"Ew, Cori. You don't know what touched that receiver last. What happened?" The bartender ran to catch up with her.

        
"Boss lady is making rounds tonight."

        
"But you said she doesn't do that any more." Faith looked crestfallen "No, I don't think it's about that. The girls think she's prowling too, but I think there's something else on her mind, especially since she knows you're starting tonight." They turned the corner to the club. "Open that coat and let me look at you, girl!"

        
Faith made a show of flashing Cori, and inadvertently Sam, who blushed. "Oh yeah, you're going to knock ‘em dead."

        
Sam let out a wolf whistle, startling them both into laughter. "You ain't kidding!"

        
"Oh! Hi, Sam. Ya think so? ‘Cuz I have my sights set on an apartment with its own toilet."

        
Cori grabbed her around the waist, "C'mon, let's sneak into the dressing room before anyone else sees us."

        
*  

        
Monica had all but thrown herself at the club owner. She gyrated, humped, and bumped all over the place trying to catch her attention. Reece noticed the extra effort, but wasn't interested. Sure Monica was hot; long legs, dark hair...gorgeous...but not her type. The other girls vied for her attention, too, leaving Reece very amused. She knew her own reputation well and did nothing to change it. She liked what they were up to and it made her even cockier. She flirted with the girls, toyed with a few waitresses, even tipped one of the dancers, but it didn't feel the same. She wasn't the least bit interested in any one of them. Here she was, women falling all over her, but she couldn't find what she was looking for.

        
She noted that Cori wasn't around, and this disturbed her. What if Faith changed her mind? She got a knot in her stomach thinking about it. She also just noticed the waitress straddling her legs, just short of a lap dance. She put her hands on the girl's waist, lifted her up, and placed her aside as she stood up to leave. Suddenly feeling extremely frustrated, she immediately grew tense. "Shouldn't you be paying attention to the men?" she asked sharply, before stalking off to find out where Cori was with the woman who invaded her dreams.

        
Cori and Faith were just exiting the dressing room when they caught sight of a very agitated Reece storming towards her office. They were about to duck back inside when the ice blue lasers pinned them to the spot. "Uh oh," Cori whispered. Faith just swallowed hard. The boss stopped short when she saw the fear in the green eyes. She opened her fists and tried to stop her jaw muscles from clenching.

        
"Uh, hey. Great, you're here". She stretched her fingers unconsciously, but Faith saw an invitation and took it. Reece swallowed and tried to block the tingling feeling out.

        
"So, you're going to work the bar for the waitresses for now. Just until you get the feel of it, okay?" She didn't want to release the smaller hand and, if she could, she'd hold it all night.

        
The bartender wasn't complaining and she didn't want to let go either. Nodding in agreement, she never lost eye contact. "I'm a little nervous and a bit uncomfortable in this outfit, but I think I'll be okay."

        
The taller woman broke the gaze to take in the smaller woman.
Wow!
Her mouth fell open at the sight before her.
God, now I really know what she looks like half naked.

        
The blonde blushed scarlet with the attention, but she welcomed every ogle the beautiful woman gave her. Besides, it made her stomach do that thing.

        
Cori, silently taking it all in, was shocked yet thrilled to see the boss react in such a way. "Fierce, huh? I thought she'd look good in fishnets. How about the dress?"

        
The dress? Reece was still lingering at the garter. Looking up slowly, her mouth went dry as her eyes traced every curve the little Lycra dress clung to. She wanted to be that dress.

        
"Boss?"

        
"Umm, yeah. Unbelievable. It looks...you look great. Good luck tonight." She tore herself away and tried to act as casual as she could walking to her office. Which wasn't easy, considering she might have just experienced the first simultaneous heart attack/orgasm in the world.

        
*  

        
Cori and Faith stood there looking at each other, and then in the direction of the anticipated slam. After which, Cori ushered the new bartender to her place and ran down the list of faux mixed drinks as quickly as possible.

        
"When in doubt, improvise. But never make it a bright color." She puffed out her chest and deepened her voice in imitation. "Real men don't drink pink."

        
"Thanks, Cor. Where you going?"

        
"I got something to do real quick. I'll be back to check on you before my first set." She kissed her cheek and took off.

        
Knowing the boss, she had to hurry or Reece would be running out of the door in search of a quick fuck. She stood outside the office door and composed herself, thinking of the best way to approach this fascinating new development. The dancer never would have thought she'd bear witness to a crack in the facade. Snickering, she stood poised to knock when the door flew open, presenting a very high-strung woman, and she nearly fell on her face.

        
"You gonna stand out there all night?" It was more of a statement, with her eyebrow asking the question.

        
"God! I hate when you do that! Can I talk to you about something?"

        
"Make it quick, I gotta go."

        
Cori stood in the office while Reece leaned on her desk. The dancer took stock of the woman...her leg bouncing rapidly, twisting a pen like a baton. The boss was wound up tight, and this might not be a good idea. Her palms started to sweat and she was about to get up and leave when a hand on her thigh startled her.

        
"What? You can't talk all of a sudden?" Reese got up and began to pace.

        
"Um, yeah. No! I just was wondering...." she floundered.

        
Reece was getting agitated and stood in front of her with her arms folded across her chest. "You were just wondering. So what else is new?"

        
"Um, could you do me a favor?" Cori had given up on her original idea of teasing the boss about her weakness. Now she just wanted to get out of there and pick this up after Reece was less "edgy".

        
"Depends." The tall woman had her jacket and gloves on already and was walking towards the door. "What kind of favor?"

        
Cori had an idea, "Can I stay at your place today? I mean, I'm not too comfortable in that house by myself."

        
"That's what got you so nervous? She raised a skeptical eyebrow.

        
"Well, I want to bring company...." She cringed waiting for the explosion, but all the tall woman did was tap her foot and open the door.

        
"What, did you tell some chick that you lived in my place?" she snickered. "Need to impress someone?"

        
"No! I had plans with someone and, well, I can't break them now, and like I said, my place is...yeah, well I guess I don't really want to entertain in my shit hole, so, yeah, you're right."

        
"Not only don't I believe you, but that was so awful, I have to see what this friend is like. She must be something else if she's able to make you make an ass of yourself. C'mon, I got business to attend to."

        
The boss was sweating now.

        
"Thanks, Reece. You won't regret it."

        
She opened the desk drawer and tossed the dancer her spare house keys. "I think I already do. Go on, you're up in five minutes."

        
"Oh, and don't tire yourself out."

        
"Oh? What's it to you?"

        
"Nothing, go get laid before you explode."

        
"Thanks, I needed
your
permission."

        
*  

        
Faith was doing great at the bar, but she wished she could wait on the customers. As much as she hated the stupid chatter at The Tavern, she missed the interaction. It made the night go faster, and she was much more busy. Oh, the waitresses were sweethearts and shared the tips with her, but she was rather lonely. When she wasn't daydreaming about Reece, which she did often, her curious nature had her making up life stories and scenarios about the customers that came and went, and that helped her pass the time.