One month. It had been exactly a month since she had first arrived in her new home and started to settle in. Bruce hadn't been kidding when he told her that work was close by (a mere five minute walk), and so she hadn't explored much of her new town yet. Days had been spent teaching, and then lounging on the private beach behind her home. Usually, a few other people littered the shores, her neighbors and their friends – but she had found at dusk that it was mostly hers; and so the nights had been spent on the sand, or skinny dipping in the ocean.
This was satisfying enough for a while, but as she neared the end of summer, the nights grew cooler and she found herself standing on her balcony, eyes staring in the direction of the bright cluster of lights instead of the ocean.
Things had been simple, easy, and comfortable – but Harley was growing bored, and more pressing perhaps, lonelier. What few attempts she had made at making friends had been awkward at best. There just didn't seem to be anyone in the neighborhood who got her sense of humor. So, on this particular night as she stared at the city lights, she resolved herself to go out, explore, and try to find a friend.
A red dress was selected from her closet, thigh high skirt and exposed back, she put the straps in place and once accented with a pair of red heels, she stepped out into the night.
One short bus ride later she found herself in the middle of the great sprawling city. She marveled at the bright lights which peppered every corner, inviting all to grace this casino or that bar, to see this show or buy that product. The city seemed to glitter, and all the while she could still smell that fresh sea air.
She made her way to the nearest bar, dropped in for a moment, bought a drink and when finding no one to talk to, made her way back onto the street; only slightly tipsy.
She moved along like this for some time, making small talk here and there, stopping for drinks or a quick gamble. Inside one casino she gaped at the colors and lights, nearly blinded by the splendor – but she quickly moved on after blowing 50 bucks in one shot.
Oh well. C'est la vie.
She was just beginning to stumble and admit she was buzzed when she passed an unusual place. She looked up at the bright glowing letters which hung above the magnificent looking entrance.
Crazy Horse Cabaret* the sign read. Hmm, what was this? Slowly, Harley pushed open the door, stepping into a brightly lit and colorful room.
Oh! Harley's eyes went wide a she realized where she was. Beautiful long legged women moved gracefully from table to table, serving drinks while garbed in costumes which left little to the imagination. In the center of the room was a stage, three large poles fixed from ceiling to floor. On each individual pole was a bare breasted beauty, sliding and grinding, gyrating their hips and blowing kisses to wide eyed men who pushed money towards them.
"Hello, welcome to Crazy Horse. Can I get you a table, Miss?" The voice appeared from besides her, and Harley turned quickly, coming face to face with a lovely young thing with long red locks. She was taller than Harley, curvy with hips like a goddess, and wore nothing but a small lacy white skirt which barely hid the soft curve of her buttocks. Harley stared.
"Uhm, I-ah…" She shifted those wide blue eyes back towards the stage, her heart giving a little leap. There was so much... excitement in this place. Looking back at the redhead, who was smiling coyly, she gave a sheepish grin back.
"I'm sorry, I'm new in town and didn't realize where I was…" She trailed off, pausing as her eyes flickered over the woman's form.
"Oh, new to A.C., huh? I just moved here myself a year ago. It was so hard at first getting my footing in this town. It took me a while to find friends. If you ever want someone to show you around…" The redhead watched her with twinkling brown eyes. She extended a hand. "My name's Heather; around here they call me Heaven. What's your name?"
Harley took the woman's hand, giving it an awkward shake. Her heart was racing.
"I'm Harleen. S'nice ta meetcha!" She said before taking her hand back and scratching the back of her head. "So uh, how'd ya end up makin' friends round here anyway?" She asked.
"Well, I got this job." Heaven replied. "People here are really nice. It sort of became my second home."
"Gosh, that sure is lucky." Harley said, a subtle pout on her lips. She still felt so utterly displaced in this town, it would be nice to feel at home.
"You know," began Heaven, her eyes trailing Harley up and down, "if you're interested in a job, I could get you an audition. Do you have any experience dancing?"
Harley's eyes grew wide. An audition? To work here? The thought hadn't occurred to her and now it brought a deep blush to her cheeks. Yet, something about the idea excited her. Life had been so dull, so boring; it sure would be great to have a change of pace. Her eyes wandered back to the stage, where the women were now collecting all that green. Hmmmmm…
"I mean… not dancing per se but I've been teaching gymnastics for years…" She offered, surprised at the wide grin that overcame the redhead's face.
"Gymnastics? Oh well I'll bet you're a natural. Wait here, okay?" With that, Heaven was gone through a back door. Harley waited awkwardly, fiddling with her hands, wondering what she was getting herself into. A moment later, the redhead returned, a dark Italian looking man behind her.
"Ray, this is Harleen. She's a good friend of mine who just got into town. She's a gymnast and would love to audition for a job." Heaven was at the man's side, cooing into his ear, her hand at his chest. The large man towered over both women with broad shoulders, a squat chin and black slicked-back hair. He lowered his dark eyes towards Harley, she shuddered.
"Hmm. A gymnast?" He asked, and stepped forward; boldly placing a hand under Harley's chin and tilting her blue gaze up towards him. She looked at him, eyes wide.
"Uh-huh." Was all she could stutter, and he began to walk around her, like a shark circling its prey. She stood, frozen to her spot with eyes fixed on Heaven, who smiled at her and gave a subtle reassuring nod, followed by a playful wink. Harley's heart jumped.
"Well, you've got looks kid. Since you're a friend of Heaven's, I'll give you a try. You ready for your audition now?" He was standing in front of her again, after coming full circle, those dark eyes set on her.
"N-now?" She stammered, eyes flicking back and forth from the man and the redhead. "I mean, ahm, sure." She pulled herself together, summoning courage from the shots she had been drinking all night.
"Good. Heaven, show her to the room." With that, Ray disappeared. Heaven came and hooked her arm through Harley's, giving her a big grin.
"He must like you! He's usually more of a hard-ass than that." She began to lead Harley through the back curtain. They stopped in front of a door.
"So uh, w-what's this audition, entail anyway?" Harley asked, and Heaven grinned.
"Just do your thing, Harleen. Put on a show for him." She leaned in then, her voice dropping an octave. "An' don't hold back nothing. If you want this, you gotta let loose." With that, she leaned in and gave Harley a soft kiss. The touch startled her, and sent chills through her all at once. She watched as the tall redhead straightened up, a coy smirk on her face. She winked, and then was off.
Harley turned towards the door, took a deep breath in, and entered.
The room was small and dimly lit. Music from the club played over a loud speaker in the corner. One side had a small personal bar, blue lights illuminating the glasses and liquor. The other side had a long, luxurious couch, upon which Ray now sat; his arms stretched along the back of the sofa, his legs were parted and wide. In the center of the room, not far from where he sat, was a single silver pole.
What have I gotten myself into?
"Close the door." He commanded, and she listened. "Would you like a drink?" He asked and motioned towards the bar. Harley nodded gratefully and helped herself to a potent cocktail. She was going to need it. After downing it in a few impressive swigs, she took a deep breath and turned, facing the pole.
"No need to be nervous, Harleen. Begin whenever you're ready." He said, his eyes locked on hers in a devious and inviting way. His tongue flickered over his lips like a snake. Harley's heart was racing in her chest.
No going back now…
Slowly, in a manner Harley hoped was fluid, she approached the pole. Her hand reached out and grabbed the cold metal. She began to circle it, watching the man, her heart racing nervously. She stopped when she was facing the pole, her back to him, and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, feeling her head swim, summoning something within her. Her mind drifted back to that gentle kiss in the hallway…
Harley began to move her hips to the music, bending her knees generously and sliding her hands down the pole, sticking her rear out. She continued to dance, and then suddenly, in one swift move, she curled a single leg around the pole and flung herself around it, left arm and leg stretched wide as she moved along the cold metal, putting her gymnast training to good use. She climbed up, tilted her torso back, and while still clinging with her thighs she slid her hands up her form, taking the red garment she wore and throwing it on the ground at Ray's feet. Her eyes flickered to him for just an instant, seeing his predatory gaze gliding over her form, stopping on pert breasts which were now exposed to the cool air. She pulled herself back up, and gracefully slid her way back down the pole, all the time trying to keep in time with the music, moving her hips, throwing her blonde locks around, she danced. Now in only a black thong and those sharp red heels, she slid her hands up her form, cupping her breasts and then whipping back around the pole she began to grind it. Her eyes ventured back towards the slick man, and she saw him lift a hand, one curled finger gesturing her forward.
She gulped.
Slowly, coquettishly, she made her way over to him. She swayed her hips, turning around and bending over mid dance, gyrating and writhing, she lowered herself to his lap, slowly pressing her rear against his hardened groin.
Well at least he likes it. She thought dryly as she continued her sordid lap dance. Suddenly she felt his hands gliding up her thighs boldly. She jumped slightly, but his right hand wrapped around and grabbed her tit, pulling her down on his lap hard. His other crawled up her thigh without hesitation, pulling her thong to the side, fingers groping her.
"Mmmm. Yes, you're a talented dancer, Harleen." He moaned in her ear, his hot breath dancing along her skin. His fingers caressed and felt around to her entrance, penetrating her suddenly and without warning. She gasped, his grip on her breast tightened.
"I think you'd make a fine addition to my club, as long as you prove yourself adequate in the final test." His lips fell to her shoulder, teeth nipping along her skin, up her neck. Suddenly, he released her, pushing her forward. She stumbled, tripping on awkward heels and fell to the ground in front of him. She looked up just as he unbuckled his belt.
No going back now…
* You can't make this shit up; that being said:
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