Free Private Dancer by T.J. Vertigo Page B

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.
            
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             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