Private Dancer (8 page)

        
"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.

        
The music stopped and the announcer warbled something to the crowd, which started a ruckus. She looked towards the stage to see the big fuss and a little spotlight was fixed on Cori. She fought the urge to turn away, even though it felt like she was looking at her own sister moving about suggestively in her underwear. Watching her best friend parade around shaking her parts almost made her angry, until she saw the amount of money she accumulated. Just then, Cori started to disrobe and Faith couldn't help turning away.

        
Oh man, I could never do that. I give her credit.
The crowd was cheering wildly and she peeked again. To her amazement, there was a small pile of bills on the stage and Cori was swinging around naked on the pole, her garter was completely full of money.
Holy shit...there must be a hundred dollars there!
she thought in awe.

        
*  

        
Meanwhile, Reece was on her way to her favorite place wondering what Cori meant by that last comment. "Why wouldn't she want me to tire myself out? What does she care? Unless...nah, she wouldn't want, but maybe her date..." She mentally slapped herself. "Cut it out, you need to get rid of this tension, she's right. You're going to explode, you predictable slut."

        
She started to think about what she was doing and this was bad. She'd hastily find a woman, be unreasonably hostile with the poor girl, and wind up having either a terrible time, or really rough sex. The latter not usually bothering her much, but with the images that kept popping into her head lately, this would never do. The last thing she wanted to do was manhandle her little fantasy woman, and it was bound to ruin her evening.

        
Shit! Now what?
This was bad, very bad. Not only had the blonde been slipping into her dreams, now she was letting her disrupt her real life. She thought about Faith, about approaching her, maybe seducing her. With an evil grin she thought,
Yeah, just do it. Just go up to her, tell her like it is, and take her to your office.

        
The tall, extremely frustrated woman started walking back towards the club.
No, I can't do that. Cori said she was better than that. Fuck, I'm not better than that, what the hell do I care? She
does
have the hots for me anyway.
She stopped walking, and felt something odd inside, a sick feeling when she thought of using Faith for her own benefit.
Man! I am losing my mind! Okay, let's stay predictable and go get laid.
She started towards the subway, changed her mind again and just started home, deciding a really long walk would do her good. She kept herself focused on a cold shower and a hot coffee, which was very hard to do since she had always thought with her crotch at times like this.