Private Dancer (25 page)
"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.
