Author: Feather (Flightf)
Warnings: Spoilers all the way through Twelve Sharp.
Disclaimers: I own nothing…JE owns it all….I will return everything when I am finished. I am basing the strip aerobics on two programs Shelia Kelly's the S Factor and Carmen Electra's Aerobic Striptease.
Rating (K-M) M
A/N: The is the 1st story in my Pole Dancers Diary Series. Review's and comments always welcome.
Chapter 1: Merry Christmas Skinny White Girl
Twas' the night before Christmas and all through my apartment; not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
Well okay Rex was running in his cage and my T.V. was on but that didn't count in Jersey. Everyone knew that the T.V. was necessary background noise. I had just settled down for a long Christmas nap, sighing into my pillow and instantly falling asleep.
Ranger kissed my neck and slid the strap of my tank top off my shoulder. And then his hand was under my little knit top, his fingers skimming across my breast. He kissed me and our tongues touched, and his mouth moved lower and lower….and lower! Ranger froze in mid Kiss.
"Come on you skinny ass white girl! I know your home!" Lula yelled, pounding on the door, "Open this door! Santa Claus is visiting you a little early this year."
I groaned as I untangled myself from the covers, trying to shake off the tingling in the pit of my stomach. I had been having that same dream for the last four months. You would think by now my Hungarian hormones would let that August morning live in the past. But oh no, I grumbled as I stomped my way to the front door and lifted the security chain. As I opened the door, wishing that the light in the hall would burn out. Standing in front of me was a full figured black women stuffed into red stretch velvet with white fur trim mini dress that was at least 3 sizes to small. Her hair was in braids with red and white beads striped throughout.
"Hey girlfriend, you are looking scary tonight. I just thought that I would drop off your Christmas present because Tank has tomorrow off and we are going to stay in and spread some Holiday cheer. She said as she look pointedly at my hair and then walked passed me into the room carrying a huge gift bag. She walked over to the couch and sat down while I headed over to the little two foot pre-decorated tree that I bought at Walgreen's during a tastykake run. My brain was finally coming out of its sleep-induced haze and I gave Lula a huge hug.
"Merry Christmas," I said, and I handed her the small gift bag.
I watched as Lula opened the small bag and pulled out a small leopard print picture frame. Never in all the years I have known Lula have I ever seen her speechless, so when she just sat and stared at the picture of the two of them. "Connie took the picture last month, when she showed it to me and I fell in love with it. I just felt that it showed our friendship perfectly. If you don't like…." Lula turned to me and grabbed me by the arm.
"Damn girl you are going to make me cry!" Lula said as a tear slipped out of her eye. I hugged her again, feeling relieved that she loved it as much as I did. "Now you need to open my gift."
I gently picked up the tissue paper. I loved to open presents…well at least when I know they are from someone who likes me. Inside the bag was a black leather gym bag with a two-inch capital S embroidered in the top left hand corner. I didn't know what to say. I put on my best "I love it smile" "Ahh…Lula, I love it. Thanks."
Had she lost her mind? Not even Ranger health nut guru would've dared to buy Stephanie Plum a gym bag for Christmas. Damn, I thought. I think Lula just forfeited her girlfriend card.
"Girl! You've got to see what's inside the bag. Open it! I promise it's not exactly what you think." Lula nudged me with a sneaky smile.
I lifted the bag and it was surprisingly heavy. I took a deep breath and opened the zipper. The first thing my eye caught was a soft pink envelope with the same S in the middle. I opened the envelope and at the top in the same scripted writing was The Strip Factor. I quickly scanned the rest of the piece of cardstock. My eyes shot up to Lula's. I held her eyes in disbelief, for the second time today I was speechless.
Lula finally broke the silence, "A couple of weeks ago I was trying to decide what to wear for my nooner with Tank so I turned on the Channel 4 News. Well they had an editorial piece on a new health craze that is sweeping the nation, Strip Aerobics. So I signed us up for a level one six-week class. Merry Christmas Girl."
"STRIPPING….LULA…I can't strip!" Oh I could hear my mother now! Why me? she'd moan. Why must I have a child that insists on being a stripper! I thought it was bad enough that you found dead bodies, blew up your cars, lived in sin but now! Now you are stripping! I'd be disowned, I thought sadly. I'd never get cake again. "Lula, I just can't."
"Come on girl! It's in Princeton. Your mother will never know. Plus you have been complaining about the Holiday bulge. I really wanted to give Tank something special for Valentine's Day. The class is only once a week for six weeks. You can surprise Super Cop or better yet Batman. You haven't even got to the best part of the gift yet, wait until you see those six-inch heels. They are to die for." She said with a smile.
"Six-inch heels? You bought me shoes? "
"Yep, I bought everything we need for Level One." Lula took my hands into hers and pleaded, "Please, look I want to stay but I have to go. Just think about it. Nobody will know but us." She gave me a look from head to toe and turned towards the door, "and white girl, you had better do something about that hair, if one of your men drops by tonight, you'll scare the hard on right out of him. Wouldn't want to ruin your Christmas Cheer."
With a sigh I shut and bolted the door behind her, I started towards the bedroom and happened to catch my toe on the side of the gym bag.
"Damn it!" That hurt. I sat down on the coach rubbing my little toe starring at the bag. I couldn't bring my self to look at it anymore. I marched into my bedroom, with one last lingering look at the bag.
I sighed and shook my head. Tomorrow. I told myself. I would face the bag tomorrow.
From Twelve Sharp HB page 194
