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Many thanks to the awsome scuby, we should all bow down and worship her!
Chapter 1: This One Time at Dream Doll's
1990
Sara sat down in Dream Doll's with the rest of her friends from Boston-- Jaime, Riley, Haily, Gena, and Tina. Sara had agreed unwillingly to come to Vegas with her college friends after they had all finished finals for the semester. Sara would much rather have stayed back in Boston or go home to LA to find a lab to tuck herself away in or to intern, but she had agreed to come with them anyway.
"Sara!" Jaime screamed over the blaring music, before pointing to the stage where, lo and behold, a strawberry blonde girl, that couldn't have been more then ten years older then Sara was gyrating on the stage. Sara made her way to the seats right around the stage and made her self comfortable. The woman on the stage was grinding on the shiny brass pole, much to Sara's delight. The woman was down on her hands and knees, right before Sara, swinging her hair and shaking her breasts for Sara to watch. Sara dug into her jean pockets and found 10 in ones and shoved them into the blonde's bra. The blonde got up and finished dancing to the song, 10 richer, and left the stage when she had finished. Sara sighed and got up from her seat around the stage and made her way over to the bar.
"What can I get you, hun?" a very pretty redhead asked.
"I don't think you have what I honestly want behind that bar. Besides, I am only nineteen, I don't think that's for legal drinking," Sara commented lightly.
"Yeah, not legal for drinking, but what is it that you do want?" the woman asked.
"That blonde that was just dancing, I want ten minutes alone with her," Sara said, half-jokingly.
"Give me one second and I'll see what I can do," the redhead said.
Sara watched the woman move toward the end of the bar and open a door. The blonde's head poked out and was listening to the woman. The redhead pointed at Sara a few times before the blonde disappeared again and the red head came back to Sara. "She said it's gonna cost ya."
"How much?" Sara asked a little uneasy.
"She said for ten minutes it's gonna run you 20." The redhead said, "She's an expensive woman. There have been a few people that paid a few thousand for an hour with her."
Sara nodded, considering whether it was worth it. After thinking it over for a moment, she nodded and handed the 20 over to the bartender. The woman nodded and took the money, and walked back to the end of the bar where she had conferred with the blonde the first time. The increasingly familiar blonde head poked out again and took the money from the red head. The blonde walked up to where Sara was sitting, pushed herself up onto the bar to sit on it, and turned to face Sara.
"So, Genie tells me that you want to spend ten minutes with me," the blonde said.
Sara nodded and smiled. "Can we go to one of the back rooms, or is that gonna cost me extra?"
The blonde giggled at Sara and shook her head. "No extra," she said, and jumped off the bar on Sara's side, took her hand, and led her to the back rooms. The blonde ushered Sara into the only empty private room and closed the door. Sara was happy for the silence of the back rooms and sat down in the chair facing the stage.
"So, what do you want me to do for your ten minutes?" the blonde asked.
"Talk to me, let me learn about you," Sara replied.
The blonde laughed and sat down next to her. "You know, you're a strange one."
"What do ya mean?"
"I have never been paid to sit and talk to some one," the blonde answered.
"Okay, let's make this easy, what's your name?" Sara asked.
"Cath or Catherine," she answered.
"Thats a very pretty name, Cath, I like it. Mine is Sara, 'cause you know there aren't eight million Saras in the world," Sara answered with a laugh. "So, next question, if I give you my hotel number will you call me sometime?"
"That depends," Cath answered.
"On?"
"Well, are you gonna be some stalker?"
Sara shook her head, "Completely your choice, if you never want to talk to me again, that's okay."
Cath considered this for a moment and then nodded, "If you give me your number, I will call you."
Sara smiled and took out a pen and paper and wrote the number down. "If you call me before you go in for your shift, I will take you out to dinner or breakfast, whatever you call it," Sara said, handing over the piece of paper.
Cath took it and kissed Sara's cheek. "Thank you for treating me like a real person, Sara," she said before getting up and leaving. Sara's ten minutes were up.
Sara smiled and went back out to the main room, where to her delight Cath was dancing again. Sara took a seat next to the stage and watched the last dance Cath did that night, shoving many ones into Cath's g-string.
Sara sat in the rented SUV with her friends dreaming about Cath until Jaime poked her.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Do you remember that blonde you pointed out to me? I gave her my number."
