Annie uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to grab her whiskey. While gently tilting backwards, she readjusted her arm on the armrest and carried her glass in the air, staring at it for long seconds while swirling it with a slow but elegant gesture of the wrist, the little finger raised. With her hand she drew small invisible circles, creating light amber eddies that made the ice cubes clash in the process. The small waves that spread through the drink had a hypnotic effect, so much so that the music, though loud, seemed distant. Annie was lost in thought, and part of her wondered why she had come back to this club alone tonight.

"Good evening, pretty girl," a silky voice suddenly purred in her ear.

Annie flinched slightly and looked up to consider the young woman standing before her: a beautiful redhead with hazel eyes, simply dressed in a set with corset, stockings, and garter belt in purple and black colors. She was hot. Really hot. Without the slightest hesitation, she sat down next to her on the sofa and wrapped her arm around her neck with great confidence.

"Would you buy me a drink ?"

"Uh..." Annie stiffened as she felt her scantily clad body press against hers, and that a hand took the initiative to go back and forth along her arm. She painfully swallowed her saliva, greatly embarrassed. To tell the truth, she was only there for one thing, and it was not this girl. No other, for that matter. "I'm sorry, but I'm just here to see the show..." she confessed in a guilty tone, uncomfortable with the idea of rejecting such a pretty girl.

"Oh." The redhead smiled at her. "No problem." She immediately stood up and pointed to the stage with a nod. "It's for her that you came, right ? I understand. In that case... enjoy the show. If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me." She winked at her and left to join other dancers chatting at the bar.

Annie watched her walk away with a touch of regret. She had just missed a great opportunity, but then again, that wasn't why she was there. She had just come to see the 11:30 show.

And then suddenly, all the lights on the stage went out and the music stopped. The bass that had once resonated in the heart disappeared and Annie stopped moving. She turned her wrist slightly to take a quick look at the time on her watch and swallowed with some trepidation. 11:30. It was about to start. Slowly, she looked up at the platform and brought her whiskey to her lips to take a sip.

In the half-light of the stage, she could nevertheless distinguish the slender form of a woman who seemed to prepare to invest the podium with her presence. Her heart rate accelerated. She replaced herself on her seat. A kind of smoky mist filled the stage and lights in white and blue tones lit up as a sign of departure. Then the dancer walked to the bar with a slow, confident step, and whistles went up in the room. The men seated in front of the podium waved and stretched out their arms, desperately hoping to touch her or, even more so, to get her attention.

With distressing outrecuidance, the dancer ignored them. She stretched her arm in a graceful movement, her fingers wrapping around the pole dance, and as the music resumed, her body suddenly came alive under the lascivious rhythm of the tune. There was no more noise, the whole room had the eyes riveted on her.

With sensuality, the dancer began by swaying her loins with her back to the audience. Her hip swings were slow, regular, hypnotic. Then, her other hand caught the bar, and she suddenly lifted her leg in a frank gesture to turn to the side. With great grace and flexibility, she gently bent over to stretch her rounded rump before crouching and spreading her thighs wide. Then carefully, she straightened up, throwing her ebony hair back, her body undulating lasciviously to the rhythm of the music that supplemented her choreography.

Annie stared at her, spellbound and... admiring. She let her eyes wander along her sculpted plastic, each of her movements emphasizing the curves of her perfectly drawn muscles. Her spirit was impregnated with her exquisite forms, embellished by the port of a set of lingerie which hid only her most intimate essence. Again, she felt this fascination which had transcended her by contemplating this woman for the first time. It was all this jumble of emotions which had pushed her to return here this evening, and even if this performance lasted only three minutes, it did not remain about it less an incredible sensory experiment.

The dancer held on to the bar again with both hands and lightly lifted her body with the strength of her arms, contracting her abdominal muscles. She spread her legs, pivoted to the side, and slowly let her body fall until her feet touched the ground again. She spun around, then around the bar, rising and falling like an aerialist. Each of her gestures was precise, controlled, and always so sensual. She didn't smile, but she didn't look austere for all that. The expression on her face was one of great concentration, but she would occasionally glance around the room during certain movements, as if to dedicate her dance to a few lucky clients.

Annie felt a slight frustration, envious. She too would have liked to be the recipient of this special attention, even if it was only ephemeral. But her condition as a woman made her doubt her legitimacy in this masculine universe, which made her feel uncomfortable, almost ashamed, to enjoy this show and to desire some attention from this woman.

Suddenly, some men whistled, visibly satisfied by the performance. The dancer had positioned her legs around the bar and was swaying, almost rubbing her crotch against the metal, like an Amazon proudly riding an indomitable steed. She waved her hair, her face slightly tense, giving the impression that she was simulating a sexual act with a certain pleasure.

Annie tightened her glass in an uncontrollable gesture. Her whole body was stiff, and she hadn't noticed that her jaw was clenched until she felt pain in her masseter muscle. Everything, in the gesture of this woman, transpired of a sensuality and an erotism which did not leave her indifferent. To look at it was sublime, captivating, exciting... She painfully swallowed her saliva, not used to react in this way in front of the body of a woman.

The dancer enchained the acrobatics and the indecent acts along the bar. She danced with voluptuousness and depravity, her choreography depicting as much sensuality as immorality in its execution. She leaned her body back and let herself fall to the ground. Her legs spread, her pelvis rose and sank, then she slowly rolled onto her side to lay flat on her stomach and resume her pelvic undulations in an obscene manner. The men went crazy, whistles flew from all over the club as the dance grew in intensity and eroticism.

She got up slowly, sensually, and turned around, with her back to the audience. While swaying her loins she bent over, exposing her bulging buttocks adorned with a lacy thong, then let her palms move up her thighs to her rump, where she stopped. She turned over then and her hands roamed along her belly to go up to her chest and, in a theatrical gesture, unhooked her bra that she threw on the scene of a provocative and teasing air. A wave of noisy reactions swept through the room again, and customers hissed at the sight of her naked breasts. Annie was stunned by her nudity.

The club had dozens of dancers, each one more beautiful than the next, but without any explanation, this was the woman Annie had chosen. She had only seen her dance once, several weeks ago, but it was the most captivating show she had ever had the chance to attend in her life, by chance, following Reiner in his ridiculous fantasies. With a guilty and not assumed pleasure, she had come back alone in these places to see her again, and she was not disappointed by the choice she had made this evening. She had however hesitated during weeks, but the image of this sublime Asian woman had not ceased to roam in her spirit since and had become unbearable. Then, a little forced by her obsessions, Annie stood today at the bottom of this strip club to sip a whiskey while looking at the object of her desires wiggling, naked breasts, on the scene.

"Come on, Mikasa, take off the bottom, now !" swung a man who was a little further back in the room. "We want to see everything, honey !"

But the woman ignored him and continued to dance. She was surely used to this kind of comment; no doubt she didn't react to it anymore. Always with a disconcerting majesty, she passed an arm above her head and clutched the bar to stick there her arched back, the half-opened mouth. Slowly, she let herself slide until she ended up crouching, her thighs wide open, and suddenly, her dark gaze caught the blue eyes that were watching her a little further back in the room. The two young women stared at each other for long seconds, and Annie instinctively tightened her thighs as her stomach knotted under the weight of her enigmatic gaze. It was as if every sway of her loins was dedicated to her. As if she offered herself to her without restraint, carnal and languid.

Annie was subjugated. She could not detach herself from this dancer with exotic beauty and so perfect body. She had so much presence... it was insulting for the female gender. She bit her lip. She wondered if this woman knew she had the power to bring anyone to their knees.

But then there was a split, and the lights suddenly went out above her, and the dancer's body became nothing more than a vulgar silhouette leaving in the darkness of the stage. The mixture of pink, green and blue lights were turned back on, and the electronic music started again. Everything was now over, the show had ended, but for Annie, the sensations still remained.

Frustrated, she redirected her attention to her whiskey, the heart swinging between two options: leave, or leave being a "gentleman" and leaving a tip. She sighed. Unaccustomed to this kind of environment, she didn't really know how she was supposed to do it. The dancer was sublime, her show was incredible, sexy, of a perfect control, and she had ended topless... that had to deserve a thank you for the energy provided and the respect of her nudity, right ? Annie sought the attention of the waiter and waved to him to come to her table. A tall black man with a well-groomed physique went instantly towards her.

The young woman took the opportunity to get closer to his ear as he leaned in. "I'd like to leave a tip for the woman who just danced," she said, speaking loudly enough for him to hear her despite the music. "Hm... I'd like to throw in a drink, too. Serve her whatever she likes best."

The man nodded slightly, and Annie pulled out eighty dollars, which she handed to him. He grabbed the money and headed back to the bar.

She watched him for a few moments. Part of her couldn't help but be suspicious of him. Was he really going to give her the money ? Wasn't he going to keep some of it for himself as a "commission" ? Then Annie sighed. She felt silly asking herself these questions and believing in these simplistic stereotypes that the girls who worked here were abused and forced to sell their bodies for a pittance.

She turned away and enjoyed the music while taking a last sip of her whiskey. It would not be long before she was gone. She was about to ask the waiter for the bill when a woman leaned towards her, a glass in her hand.

"Is this seat taken ?"

Annie looked up and came face to face with the source of her fantasies. When their eyes met, she felt her blood do a turn inside her veins and her heart missed a beat. Mikasa was a little more dressed than she was on the scene, her superb thong covered by a skirt quite as alluring as her underwear. It was short, arriving only below the buttocks, and a slightly indented bustier covered now her chest by compressing her breasts, which let appear a delicious cleavage.

"Uh. Yes. Well, no, I mean, no ! No, it's not taken !" she cried out to catch herself. She cleared her throat, confused, the urge to slap herself. "I'm alone."

The dancer smiled. Annie couldn't tell if it was out of sympathy or mockery. "Can I join you...?" she whispered against her ear, her chest standing much too close to her face.

The young woman nodded vigorously, straining to look away and keep composure. "Yes. Of course. No problem." She was panicked. This woman was even more sublime up close. And she smelled good, a blend of sweet fragrance and slightly fruity shampoo. "Please, take a seat..."

The dancer sat down next to her and crossed her legs. Her beautiful and long legs, perfectly depilated in bottom of which sat a pair of high heels covering her ankles of rising straps. It was very sexy. Very feminine.

"Thanks for the drink," she said, still leaning toward her ear to be heard over the music. "And for the tip. I'm not used to women giving me tips. I'm not used to dealing with women, by the way," she joked with a broad smile.

Annie knew that everything about the way she interacted was probably calculated to seduce her on purpose, but she couldn't help but feel proud to have her attention, and to brag about seeing her smile. God, how beautiful she was.

"It's true that I felt a little... lonely, tonight," she answered in an embarrassed tone, remembering the moment when she had been stared at by all the customers when she entered. She had really felt like an intruder.

The dancer had an amused expression. "I can understand that. Most of the women who come here are accompanied by their men, or they are inquisitive groups of girlfriends who want to experience the world of striptease," she explained, always accompanied by her smile. "Would you like me to keep you company tonight ?"

Annie grimaced. "Uh... well... I didn't really plan on the money for that and-"

The dancer placed one of her hands on hers to politely interrupt. "The money you left me more than covers the cost of a private show. Would you like to enjoy a more intimate moment with me ?"

Annie painfully swallowed her saliva. Her hand was so warm... Part of her wanted to accept, curious to find out what was going on behind the red curtains of the booths. But on the other hand, she didn't want to fall into the trap of seduction against overconsumption. She might not really know these places, but she wasn't naive. She knew how it worked in this kind of establishment. Besides, she didn't have the money for that. She sighed.

"Oh, no, and besides, that was just a tip," she said, shaking her head. "To thank you. For the show. It was... wow. Amazing."

The dancer squinted, a laugh in her dark eyes. "All right. And the drink ?"

"The drink...?"

"Why offer me one if you're not interested in my services ?"

"Oh. Uh..." Annie was breaking down in her seat. In all honesty, she didn't even know why she had done that. "So that... you could relax a bit ? I imagine it can't be an easy job..."

"Depends on the customers," she retorted while pulling her hand away, camouflaging her weariness with one of her countless smiles. She no longer counted the number of clients who pitied her by thinking that her job was horrible. "But overall, it's kind of fun. I like meeting people and I like dancing, so... I'd say I have nothing to complain about ?"

The young woman nodded, satisfied with her answer. "You're a pretty good dancer anyway."

"Thank you. You are a very pretty woman."

Annie felt her stomach suddenly knot up. Whether she was pretending to seduce her or not, she was not insensitive to her compliments. "Don't feel obligated to compliment me. I can assure you that you don't need that to gain my interest."

The dancer began to laugh. "I'm used to saying what I think ! And more importantly, to mean what I say. Sure, part of my job is to be nice and stroke clients' egos, but I think you're capable of recognizing when I'm being insincere. Am I right ?"

Annie just laughed and nodded, not knowing what to say. Quite frankly, she doubted her ability to reason at this moment, and she was beginning to understand why men lose their minds when they meet a beautiful woman. She felt completely overwhelmed by her hormones. She was in such an emotional state that she drank in her unsuspecting words, and a little made her smile.

She had to admit that this woman gave a much more glamorous and sympathetic image of stripping than the ready-made and degrading idea that people could have. Of course, she was beautiful and sexy, and she seduced anyone for money, but she seemed to be more than that. In any case, she gave off something else; a kind of finesse and intelligence that wasn't spoken of. A more... natural attitude. Less overdone. And she seemed to have an incredible skill in the field of dance. It wasn't nothing.

For the next ten minutes, they talked about a variety of fairly mundane matters, and neither asked for anything personal. The dancer seemed to listen to Annie talk with deep interest, and vice versa. The background was not really interesting, but the form was. Unlike the first stripper Annie had met earlier, Mikasa was not tactile. From the beginning, her physical approaches were very light and always seemed extremely controlled. She was close enough to hear without asking for a repeat, and far enough away at the same time to respect the request that had been made to her not to have her services. So, her hands were touching her own body, and she was only interacting with her eyes, which, in itself, was more than enough for Annie.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to go 'powder my nose' and let you go home," Mikasa finally stated, raising her hand.

"Oh. Yes... " Annie frankly didn't feel like it, but she knew that this pleasant moment was bound to end as soon as her glass was empty. And now it was.

Despite the pleasure and satisfaction she had derived from this moment, she still felt a deep frustration. The waiter returned to them and cleared the table, then collected the money Annie had left to pay the bill. As the dancer stood up, she imitated her, ready to leave.

"I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you again one of these nights," she told her with a charming smile. "I would really appreciate a more feminine presence in this club. Have a great rest of your evening. It was a pleasure."

Annie nodded her head in agreement. "Well, I don't know, who knows ? I had a good time... Anyway, cheer up for the rest of the night."

And she left the club, suppressing that absurd smile that threatened to stretch her lips.


A.N.

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