Free Private Dancer by T.J. Vertigo Page A

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.
            
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             "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."
            
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             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