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Asari Wine

Chapter 10

~ ~ ~ Rising to the Top ~ ~ ~

It was no more than a half hour later when the bleeding asari dancer, Kiara, was about to leave the Queen of Omega's private lounge that overlooked the club's dance floors, when she surprisingly heard a ruckus behind her. Rushing out of a narrow corridor behind the room were the two asari dancers that Aria had requested. The teal looking one, who was bawling was being earnestly comforted by the dark blue one. Ignoring the only other person in the room, the royal blue asari consoled her friend as uncontrollable tears streamed down her cheeks. Taking pity on her blubbering friend, the darker beauty stated, "Its ok. She doesn't really think you are boring as hell. She's just in a mood."

Staggering across the luxurious room, the crying maiden explained, "But I was doing what she asked Ceandra. Why? Why, didn't she want me to do what she asked?" The sobbing dancer's face had fully transformed from a beautiful aquamarine into a blustering indigo that nearly matched her co-worker.

Ceandra offering what assistance she could, messaged the girl's back as she spoke in a smoothing tone, "I'm sorry honey, I don't know why."

Erupting in another fit of tears, the teal woman cried, "Why did she send you away?" Her bottom lip quivering as she choked, "She is wrong in what she said. Ceandra, your hips and skin do not look like a turians." Glancing between the floor and her fellow companion, the distraught woman continued, "Why would she say such things to us?" The near lavender entertainer quickly ushered her friend out of the privy room and escorted her home.

Smirking under the soiled bar rag, for a moment perhaps longer, the bloodied nose dancer sat comfortably in matriarch's private chambers. Completely alone, the svelte asari donned a smug expression on her face as she listened to the music thump within her chest. Congratulating herself, the asari maiden chimed, Because I ruined her, to all but me. Just you wait and see.

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Later the next day Kiara expected to see a note on her locker, requesting her presence in Aria's bed chamber or at the very least her private lounge, but to her great dismay, there was no note. Slowly raising her long nibble fingers to enter the code key to her locker, the young maiden pondered, Perhaps it was placed inside so it wouldn't get lost. As soon as the long metal door swung open, the confident dancer was again mistaken. There was no note; not from Aria, not from anyone.

Mystified, the junior asari took her time getting ready for the evening's work. When the blue skinned beauty was finally dressed, or rather undressed, and was about to go out to the dance area, she privately looked at her hickey again. The site of the dark purple blemish made her feel sad; her only proof of her night in the incredible arms of Omega's Queen was nearly gone. Unhurriedly gliding a single finger over the last remaining bruise, the curvaceous woman felt like she was losing more than a small blemish on her skin. Despite her best efforts, the maiden felt like her dreams of becoming something great at such a young age, were beginning to fade too.

Among the other dancers, as they made their final preparations for entering the hopping club, Kiara felt a soft but firm hand on her forearm. Turning around to see who it was, the physically fit woman was mildly surprised it was Melia; the dominatrix's right hand girl. The blue beauty's mind immediately raced to wondering if Omega's Queen had sent her assistant personally. What an honor. How the other girls would look up to her now.

Stirring the girl from her dreamy thoughts, Melia sharply informed, "Aria wants you on the top stage tonight, pole dancing." Before the dancer's pride could swell from the extraordinary opportunity, the seasoned matron took hold of Kiara's chin and obliterated her self esteem with a single sentence. "You will not be turning on many patrons with a banged up face like that."

Goddess smacked by the empty hope of being invited to the supreme ruler's bed chamber was quickly replaced by the honor of dancing on the poles. But the opportunity was in turn quickly replaced by the reason she was put there in the first place; her badly bruised face. To the maiden's heart, it felt like an insult and a privilege all at once. She did not have the time to sulk before she heard the matriarch's aide urging her. With a firm sting across her ass, that felt oddly erotic, Melia commanded, "Go! Go!" Guiding her out the dressing area and behind the club's main bar, the matron stated, "Up the stairs you go."

The stunned asari's only physical reaction was to obey the orders she was given as she climbed to the highest platform in the establishment. Slightly taken by the extreme height she wasn't used to, the daring asari soon found herself blinded by the club's swirling strobe lights. Getting her bearing, it did not take long before the girl's sublime body found her designated pole. Gripping the metal rod tightly, the dancer's eyes scanned over the largely packed saloon. Sucking in a large breath of air before she released it very slowly, the physically fit woman mouthed, "A girl could get use to this."

A short time later, the trusted assistant strolled in the Omega Goddess' lounge and stood next to the one who entrusted her. The crossed armed club owner stared blankly out the large window pane allowing the vibration of her favorite DJ's beats to pulsate through out her. Scooting her way closer to the lavender skinned leader, the asari dressed in all white coughed, announcing her presence before asking. "Mistress, do you think she's ready?"

Glancing over her shoulder at the empty room behind them, the matriarch growled, "It's Aria, Melia." Realizing she was taking her frustration out on her most trusted, the great Omega Mistress softened her tone as she added, "I guess we are about to find out."

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Several days had passed, more than enough for the young dancer's face to heal, yet she remained on the prestigious platform. Melia had been forced to deal with several of the other dancer's whining and complaining about the subject. Nonetheless, time and time again, the faithful servant explained, it was not her place to question the matriarch, and the queen of omega did not make mistakes or over look such things. It was T'Loak's nature, her job not to ignore or dismiss even the smallest of details; her station and her life depended on it.

During the days, which had dragged by, the CEO of Omega had also done her best to make time go by faster. She summoned a number of other dancers to enter her chambers; including a human once, but like the sobbing asari from the week prior, they all came out greatly disappointed as they had been dismissed shortly after being summoned. And if they had been lucky, they were able to leave with their pride or self esteem still in tact.

Fulfilling the matriarch's wishes, Kiara continued to dance her ass off high above the club night after night. On several occasions, the exotic dancer swore she had seen Aria specifically watch her dance. However every time she tried to convince her co-workers of this, the other pole dancers assured her, it was because the supreme ruler was critiquing her dancing etiquette, or simply looking at the girl behind her.

It's really hard to see where exactly she's looking." One of the bright blue girls informed her. "Just keep moving and you'll be fine." The experienced maiden offered her advice right before smacking Kiara's tender blue ass making it sting more than she thought it would.

"How can you be so sure?" Chewing on her bottom lip, the hopeful entertainer muttered, "I swear I saw her staring right at me?"

Pushing her way through the crowd, one of the more veteran maidens blasted, "You really do think you are something special don't you kid?" Mocking her in front of the other girls, she uncaringly claimed, "Omega should knock that nonsense out of you in about… four months."

However, staying true to her convictions, the young dancer believed that if she could capture Omega's mistress' eye, it would only be a matter of time before she would be wrapped around the lavender skinned leader again.

But when the naïve dancer did not received the attention she longed for fast enough, Kiara decided to take matters into her own hands. And as everyone knows on Omega, that is not necessarily a good thing; especially when it involved the Queen of Omega.