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pussy inches from his nose. “If you come back tomorrow, I should be able to.”
He licked his lips, and his feverish eyes finally wandered up to her face. Then he chuckled and shook his head slightly, wandering off to the other side stage, where a girl the DJ had introduced as Desiree was dancing. Riel got back on her feet and heaved a sigh of relief, wondering how long she could use that excuse.
The departed man was replaced by a pair of drunken younger guys, but she was distracted from her customers by Laina taking the main stage.
Laina didn’t have a fancy costume on like some of the other girls. She just walked gracefully onto the platform wearing nothing but red heels. Riel could see her lean muscles moving under her pale, perfect skin. Her breasts were large and ripe-looking, her ass like a round peach, her belly perfectly flat. She didn’t have any tattoos or piercings to mar that expanse of translucent flesh, but Riel noticed the shiny slash of a scar below her ribs, and wondered about it.
Then she began to dance. It wasn’t exactly provocative; she didn’t jiggle or gyrate. She arched and twisted, twined her limber body around the pole like a vine. She exuded the ice-queen aura that she had when Riel first laid eyes on her, but as she contorted that fabulous body, she seemed to ache with need. Riel could see all the places on that body where she wanted to put her fingers and lips and tongue, and got the impression that, with just one touch, she could cause Laina’s cold exterior to melt into fire.
Riel suspected she wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Men crowded around Laina’s stage like hungry zombies.
Then a voice called her attention back to her own stage, and she realized she’d quit even trying to dance. One of the young guys was talking to her. “Hey, can I get a lap dance?” he asked, his unsteady eyes on her.
He smiled, his nervous, drunken cockiness lending him a sort of charm. For a moment, Riel considered taking him up on it. She wondered if she could make herself come, rubbing against him while watching Laina dance.
But then the song ended, and Laina left the stage. Riel wilted a bit. She smiled at the young guy. “Sorry,” she said. “It’s my first day and I need safety training. Come back tomorrow.”
***
At five o’clock another girl came to take her place, and Riel heaved a sigh of relief. Maybe I’ll get back in time for Evan, she thought, a spark of hope trying to kindle in her breast . She wrapped herself in a robe and went back into the dressing room.
Laina was at the vanity when Riel flopped onto the couch and unstrapped her heels, rubbing her sore feet.
“How are you feeling?” Laina asked, running red lipstick over her lips. Her silken dressing gown was draped across her creamy thighs. Riel’s eyes skimmed the length of her long, white legs, which were bent over the side of the chair, her bare feet curled together.
“Every part of me hurts,” Riel said, forcing her gaze to the walls and arching her back to stretch it out. She pulled on her jeans.
“It gets easier,” Laina said.
“I hope so,” Riel muttered. She caught Laina’s reflection watching her from the mirror with eyes full of pity.
“All of it gets easier,” Laina said.
Riel tried to smile as she hooked her bra and pulled her sweater back on. “You’re a really good dancer, by the way,” she said, heat rising to her cheeks. She saw Laina’s lips twitch in the mirror.
“Thanks.”
“Why…why are you here, anyway? I mean, no offense, but you’re too good for this place.”
Laina went still. Her eyes darted to Riel’s, then away again. “It’s not a bad job. The money’s good, and dancing is really fun.”
“You know what I mean,” Riel said. “You’re too good to be working for someone like Isaias.”
Laina winced slightly, and stared at her lap. “I…Isaias did me a favor in a low point in my life. It’s taking me a while to pay it back.”
Riel’s
He licked his lips, and his feverish eyes finally wandered up to her face. Then he chuckled and shook his head slightly, wandering off to the other side stage, where a girl the DJ had introduced as Desiree was dancing. Riel got back on her feet and heaved a sigh of relief, wondering how long she could use that excuse.
The departed man was replaced by a pair of drunken younger guys, but she was distracted from her customers by Laina taking the main stage.
Laina didn’t have a fancy costume on like some of the other girls. She just walked gracefully onto the platform wearing nothing but red heels. Riel could see her lean muscles moving under her pale, perfect skin. Her breasts were large and ripe-looking, her ass like a round peach, her belly perfectly flat. She didn’t have any tattoos or piercings to mar that expanse of translucent flesh, but Riel noticed the shiny slash of a scar below her ribs, and wondered about it.
Then she began to dance. It wasn’t exactly provocative; she didn’t jiggle or gyrate. She arched and twisted, twined her limber body around the pole like a vine. She exuded the ice-queen aura that she had when Riel first laid eyes on her, but as she contorted that fabulous body, she seemed to ache with need. Riel could see all the places on that body where she wanted to put her fingers and lips and tongue, and got the impression that, with just one touch, she could cause Laina’s cold exterior to melt into fire.
Riel suspected she wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Men crowded around Laina’s stage like hungry zombies.
Then a voice called her attention back to her own stage, and she realized she’d quit even trying to dance. One of the young guys was talking to her. “Hey, can I get a lap dance?” he asked, his unsteady eyes on her.
He smiled, his nervous, drunken cockiness lending him a sort of charm. For a moment, Riel considered taking him up on it. She wondered if she could make herself come, rubbing against him while watching Laina dance.
But then the song ended, and Laina left the stage. Riel wilted a bit. She smiled at the young guy. “Sorry,” she said. “It’s my first day and I need safety training. Come back tomorrow.”
***
At five o’clock another girl came to take her place, and Riel heaved a sigh of relief. Maybe I’ll get back in time for Evan, she thought, a spark of hope trying to kindle in her breast . She wrapped herself in a robe and went back into the dressing room.
Laina was at the vanity when Riel flopped onto the couch and unstrapped her heels, rubbing her sore feet.
“How are you feeling?” Laina asked, running red lipstick over her lips. Her silken dressing gown was draped across her creamy thighs. Riel’s eyes skimmed the length of her long, white legs, which were bent over the side of the chair, her bare feet curled together.
“Every part of me hurts,” Riel said, forcing her gaze to the walls and arching her back to stretch it out. She pulled on her jeans.
“It gets easier,” Laina said.
“I hope so,” Riel muttered. She caught Laina’s reflection watching her from the mirror with eyes full of pity.
“All of it gets easier,” Laina said.
Riel tried to smile as she hooked her bra and pulled her sweater back on. “You’re a really good dancer, by the way,” she said, heat rising to her cheeks. She saw Laina’s lips twitch in the mirror.
“Thanks.”
“Why…why are you here, anyway? I mean, no offense, but you’re too good for this place.”
Laina went still. Her eyes darted to Riel’s, then away again. “It’s not a bad job. The money’s good, and dancing is really fun.”
“You know what I mean,” Riel said. “You’re too good to be working for someone like Isaias.”
Laina winced slightly, and stared at her lap. “I…Isaias did me a favor in a low point in my life. It’s taking me a while to pay it back.”
Riel’s
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