"Give it up for Kara!"
And they did. Bills rained down beside me. Some larger than the usual singles that usually were offered after a performance. Picking myself up off the floor, I collected what was closest to me, leaving the rest for the next dancer.
"Holy shit," she said as I passed her.
"Thanks." I gave her a small smile as I headed for the stairs. The amount of lust in the club was almost overwhelming as I drank it all in.
"You were more than magnificent." Michel's voice caressed me in places it had no business being.
"More than magnificent?"
"Perfect." He offered his hands to help me down the three steep steps.
"Thank you."
∞ ∞ ∞
"Are you ready to do this?"
"You bet your ass!" Sage squealed in the passenger seat next to me as I pulled into the parking lot of the studio. "Seriously, Kara. I can't thank you enough for doing this. It's like a dream come true."
"Say that after you see the tiny ass apartment over it."
"It could be a shoe box, and it would beat my last place. Every time a jet took off, I swore it was going to come plowing through my wall. And don't even get me started on the crackheads next door."
"Well, you're in the burbs now, bitch. Nothing but craft beers and beards as far as the eye can see."
"First thing I'm gonna buy is a friggin' jacket. It's freezing."
"This is actually warm. Buy a really thick jacket. Can't have you freezing your titties off."
Shutting off the engine, we got out and walked around to the front. Once we were inside, she gasped and smiled as she twirled around and took in the hardwood floors, gleaming brass poles, shades on the front windows, newly replaced acoustic ceiling tiles, and fresh coat of paint.
"Silhouettes?" She motioned to the name splashed across the back wall.
"Silhouette Dance Studio, to be exact, but Silhouettes for short."
"Pretty name, but why?"
"Accident, actually. See the blinds on the front window?"
She nodded.
"When they're closed, the lighting ended up being perfect. You can't see the dancers, just their shadows on the front window."
"That's kind of awesome."
"And free advertising." I grinned.
"As long as nobody falls…"
"Yeah. Watch Karen. She's cute, but has all the coordination of a five-legged giraffe."
"How cute?"
"Very." I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
"So, you seeing anybody?" She grinned at me and put her hands behind her back, leaning against the wall behind her.
"Yep. You'll meet them tonight."
"Them?"
It was my turn to grin. "Stay away from the two hot guys and the sister…"
"Holy shit, Kara." She stared at me open-mouthed. "You finally over Ryan?" She wasn't being insensitive. In fact, she whispered the question.
"No. I never will be. But it was time to move on."
She nodded. "I'm happy for you."
"Thanks. Go get cleaned up. Class starts in thirty."
She grabbed her bag from the floor and headed up the stairs. I thought about giving her the tour, but she'd find everything on her own. It was her place, I decided to let her enjoy it. I needed to get all the membership forms out and the iPad register up and running anyway.
Stepping behind the counter, I sat on the swivel stool and grabbed the folder with all the forms I'd be needing and powered up everything else. Turning on some music, I had just turned it up a tad, when the bell over the door chimed.
"Love what you've done with the place." Brady's sister walked through the door, took one look around and smiled at me shyly.
"Alana! Congrats. You're my first customer."
"So, where do I sign up?" She set an exercise bag down by the wall and walked over to the counter.
"Right here, but tonight's class is complimentary. Sign up after if you like it."
"I'm sure I will." She grinned saucily and leaned over the counter, giving me a small kiss hello on the cheek. "There was only one car in the lot, I thought your new instructor would be here?"
"She is. Her car is parked at my house loaded up with all her stuff. We took my car."
"Oh, is she staying at your place?"
I wasn't sure, but I thought I detected a note of jealousy in her voice. "Nope. I gave her the apartment upstairs." I pointed up. "She's moving in after class."
"Oh. Good."
"Why is that good, Alana?" I knew the answer, I could smell it on her, but I wanted to hear her say it.
She blushed. "Because."
"Why. Tell me why, Alana."
"Because, I like you."
I grinned at her. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
She was practically hyperventilating. "Speak for yourself."
I crooked my finger at her. "Come here."
She walked around the counter, cautiously and approaching me slowly. "What?"
"So, you have no problem with me dating your brother and his best friend, but you don't want me to see other women?"
She shook her head.
I stretched, standing, she was a little taller than me on my stool, and I gently kissed her on the chin, just below her bottom lip. "I'm good with that."
"With what?"
"Not seeing other women. I find them attractive, but there is just something about you. Probably the same thing I see in your brother. Do you want to date me, Alana?" I traced her jaw with my lips after whispering in her ear. She shivered in front of me, her legs giving out slightly.
"Yes."
"Why? I'm not a very good person." In fact, I wasn't a person at all.
"You're beautiful."
"So, you're just attracted to me."
"You didn't let me finish. You're confident. You can be sweet, but you're stoic. You see everything around you and you're above it all. I love the way you smile evilly when you think nobody is looking. I absolutely adore the way you sm…sm…" She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence.
"Smell?"
She nodded. I touched her hips lightly with the tips of my fingers, letting them slide over the small patch of exposed skin between her leggings and her top. She shivered even harder, leaning forward and practically begging me to touch her more. Alana might have a dominating personality, but not in a relationship. She was pure bottom.
I let my lust leak out a little more, and she mewled as she inhaled, letting her face move a little closer to mine. "Do you want me, Alana?"
She pulled back and nodded shyly. "More than I've ever wanted anybody in my life," she whispered back.
Just as I was about to kiss her, the bell over the door chimed again and Karen and her friends walked in. Shocked, Alana dropped low and slipped under the counter. "What are you doing?" I whispered my question.
She pleaded with me only using her eyes. Everybody knew she was a lesbian, but she didn't want to get caught in a precarious position. I patted her on the head in sympathy.
"Hello, ladies. Welcome to Silhouettes." I grinned at them, not getting up from my seat.
"Oh my God, Kara. I absolutely love the place!" Karen squealed and headed right up to the counter, gripping my hands in glee. I was forced to turn my stool toward Alana in her hidey hole.
"Hi, Kara," Cindy and Allison both said from a safe distance by the door. Out of all the other parents in the neighborhood, they were the nicest. That wasn't saying much. I didn't ever see us hanging out if Karen wasn't around, but they were tolerable.
"Hey. Welcome to my studio. Do you guys have any experience?"
They both nodded.
"We all used to go to the one that was here before they closed down. I'm so excited! Where do I sign up?" Karen was rubbing her hands together excitedly.
"Well, let's get through this first class. See if you like your instructor, and then we'll talk."
"Did I hear my name?" Sage walked back out into the studio, smiling at the three girls.
"Everyone, this is Sage. We used to work together."
They started talking excitedly when I felt a pair of hands touch my knees and gently spread my legs apart. Glancing down, all I could see of Alana under the counter was said hands and her knees as she settled herself on the floor in front of me.
Leaning as close to the counter as possible, I whispered, "What are you doing?"
Her soft, almost musical laughter was all I heard in response.
I leaned over the counter and put my chin on my hand, feigning interest as Sage introduced herself and struck up a conversation with our first students. I managed not to gasp as Alana's fingertips started making slow circles over my spandex covered mound.
Distracted, I didn't notice Karen break away from the pack and lean against the counter in front of me until she spoke my name.
"You okay?"
"Yep. Just a little distracted," I managed to stammer as I uncrossed my eyes.
"Are you going to be showing us any of your moves tonight?"
I started to answer her, stopped, and started again three times before I finally managed a breathy, "No."
I blinked as the back of her fingers pressed against my forehead. "You look flushed, but you're not running a fever."
"I told you, I'm fine." Alana's lips pressed against me, kissing my lips gently beneath the countertop. I wanted to push her away. Or half of me did. The other half wanted to pull her closer and trap her with my thighs. Normally, I wouldn't have batted an eyelash, but she didn't want to get caught, and I didn't want to shock my first customers on the very first night. "Y-y-you better get over there. Sage is starting, and you don't want to p-p-piss off your t-teacher."
"You're sure you're okay?"
"F-fine," I managed to stammer as Alana's lips were replaced with the tip of her finger as she trailed it up through the narrow channel on the front of my yoga-pants.
"Okay. I'll be right over there if you need me. She waved over her shoulder at me as she walked away.
I put my elbows on the counter and held up my head. Alana must have heard Karen. As soon as she was gone, she spread my legs further and started nibbling at my flesh through my pants. Her teeth, her lips, the warmth of her breath were almost too much to handle, and I focused on breathing and the pleasure that was assaulting me.
The bell over the door chimed once more, and in walked Brady and Daniel. I managed a weak smile and motioned toward the class that had already started.
"Sorry we're late," Daniel said to Sage as he and Brady took two of the empty poles behind Karen and her cohorts.
"Is that Daniel and my brother?" Alana whispered beneath me.
I sat up and looked down at her grinning mischievously from between my thighs. "Yes…"
Her grin widened and took on a wicked curve. She reached around me and started pulling the back of my yoga pants down. She wasn't going to get very far with me sitting on the stool. "Lift your butt up?"
"No." I laughed at her absurdity.
"Awww. Come on. Nobody will see you."
"No. But they might hear me…"
"It will be fun. And hot."
"And wet. No."
"Please," she whispered, practically begging.
It was the please that did it. I could hear the desire and want in that simple word. I could also tell it was the last time she was going to ask. With a sigh, I put my feet on the ground and lifted myself up off the stool like I was adjusting myself. It was quick enough for her to slip my pants over my ass, and she pulled them down over my knees as I sat back down. The chair was quite cold, but I had a feeling it wouldn't be for long.
"Happy?" I ran my fingers through her hair as I leaned on the counter with one elbow.
"You have no idea…" She slipped one of my shoes off and tugged my one pant leg over my foot, rendering me practically naked from the waist down. Hopefully, nobody would be needing me in the near future. There was no way I was getting them back on without being spotted. The excitement of the situation only heightened my desire.
Karen slipped from the pole and landed on her feet. The soft screech of fear drew my attention toward the class as Alana spread my legs and kissed the hair above my lips, trailing her lips over my hood and gently suckling me into her mouth. I wanted to ask Karen if she was okay, but it came out as a muted groan. The class turned around and stared at me. Even Sage cocked an eyebrow in my direction. "Are you okay?" I managed to stammer concernedly at Karen.
"Yeah. I'm fine. You?"
I nodded and smiled as Alana let go of me and let her tongue travel my groove. I put my feet behind her back and used my legs to pull her against me. "Fuuuck," I whispered as everyone turned around, continuing with their stripperfication.
"Did you like that?" Alana slid her hands over my thighs and used her thumbs to pull me apart.
"What do you think?"
"I think you did." She chuckled and let the tip of her tongue dip inside me. "You taste fucking amazing."
I couldn't even formulate a response as she tackled the task at hand. Groaning as softly as possible, I leaned back against the stool and pushed myself forward in the seat as she made love to me with her mouth. I used my fingertips to comb through her short blonde hair as she lapped away. When the tip of her finger trailed through my wetness and circled my entrance, my eyes widened in fear and anticipation. "Don't you dare," I warned.
"You don't like it?"
"Too much," I looked up to see if anyone had heard my overly loud response. They were focused on Sage, but she was looking at me, a knowing smile on her lips as she continued with her instruction.
My admission was enough for Alana to slip her finger inside. My hips began bucking involuntarily as she clamped her mouth over my clit and teased me again with her tongue. I gripped the counter with my hands and let the orgasm sweep through me like a freight train. I bit my lip, trying not scream her name, convulsing as silently as possible.
Which, apparently, wasn't as quiet as I thought. Six sets of eyes were staring at me as I pushed myself back into my seat and tried to compose myself, while Alana chuckled softly as she tried to dress me from her perch and plant little kisses over my thighs.
Chapter 16
"Thanks for covering for me," I said with more than a little bit of embarrassment in my voice.
"No problem, Boss." Sage grinned from the passenger seat. "So, that was the sister?"
"Yep."
After everyone had turned around to see what my cry of ecstasy was for, I played it off as having twisted my back and was in pain, but I didn't think anybody bought it. As soon as Alana had my pants back up, I walked around the counter, wincing in pain. It was a stellar performance on my part, but pain and pleasure are distinctly different noises. Usually.
Sage, on the other hand, walked around the counter and sat down before I could stop her, giving me a knowing smile and blocking anybody from seeing Alana tucked away in her hiding spot. Only after everybody had left, did she finally come out and refuse to look Sage in the eye.
To me, she apologized and tried to run out of the studio before I stopped her, kissed her, and told her to meet me after class on Friday for a date. Then she was all smiles and elbows, grinning as she tripped over herself to get out of the studio.
"She was gorgeous," Sage said with a smile.
"She is. Looks just like her brother."
"Isn't that going to get a little weird, dating both siblings?"
"Well, it's not like I'm going to do it at the same time."
"Them, you mean."
"That's just gross. No. Plus, Alana doesn't like men, so it's not like I'm going to invite her to party with me and Daniel, either."
"As I said, things are going to get a little weird. Did you talk to Daniel and Brady about it?"
"Of course. Beforehand."
"Before mouth, you mean."
I laughed and slapped Sage in the arm as I pulled into the drive thru of the one Dunkin’ Donuts on the way back to my house. "Coffee?"
"You gonna be okay moving in by yourself tonight?"
"You saw my car. It's books and clothes. I think I'll manage. Thanks for furnishing the apartment above."
"My pleasure. Don't worry, I'm going to work you to the bone. Especially with all the noob strippers Michel is going to be sending our way."
"Stripper Academy. Whoda thunkit?"
"That sounds way better than Silhouettes," I answered with a chuckle. "Plus, the shock factor might have gone over a little better with the soccer moms. Made 'em feel a little bit naughty."
"They do crave everything outside of the mundane. They have their world. We have ours. You always want what you don't have."
"Like a normal life?" I elbowed her in the ribs and ordered our coffee through the staticky speaker. I hoped they could hear me better than I could hear them.
She grinned and nodded.
"Normal is overrated."
"Says the girl who had everything." She hadn't meant anything by it, but her past tense hit home and my heart ached. My face must have darkened. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry, Kara. I didn't mean it like that."
"I know."
She reached over and put her hand on my arm, flashing me an apologetic look.
"Don't worry, Sage. It's all good."
Her eyes drifted to the side, like she was pondering something. "Think I should drop the stage name? I've gone legit now."
"Up to you. I know your name is Chrissy, but you'll always be Sage to me."
"Yeah."
"Plus, there might be thirty Chrissies and Christinas in your classes. Easier if you stand out."
"True story," she agreed.
We pulled up to the window, and I paid for the coffees that the bored looking blonde teen handed to me while she ran my card. I was chugging scalding hot goodness when she handed it back to me along with the receipt.
"Never understood how you could chug that shit. It's too hot for me to even sip."
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