Colored lights flashed and a moderately paced beat thumped from the club speakers.
Jewell bounced.
Mary watched.
Debra and Sandee bounced too.
At first it looked like dancing was all about the bouncing.
But then Jewell wiggled. And then she somehow managed to gracefully get face down on the floor and slither. From her low position she juggled her cleavage in a man's face, and when she stood back up there was a piece of green paper between her breasts. Then she was back on her feet, spinning around the stage pole. After that, there was some more bouncing.
Bounce, wiggle, slither, juggle, stand, spin, bounce.
Next came some sexy hair tossing, and then Jewell did a split. Mary wondered if she herself were still capable of doing a split. She hadn't exercised much since her basketball days had ended, and she wasn't sure how flexible she would be.
Jewell somehow flipped her legs, whirled around and ended up close to the edge of the stage. A man approached her with a folded bill in his hand, and when she saw it she took her leopard-print top off and shook her breasts in front of him. He politely placed the bill into her garter and sat back down at his table.
Bounce, wiggle, slither, juggle, stand, spin, toss the hair, split, flip, whirl, shake.
Then Jewell twirled, daintily holding onto the pole. The first song ended, and Mary counted that Jewell had already earned six dollars.
She and Debra and Sandee switched places onstage for the next song. In front of a new group of gentlemen, Jewell bounced and wiggled and went through another routine. She earned another three dollars. And for the third song, on the other side of the stage, she made quite a bit more.
About halfway through the song, a slightly wrinkled, slightly gray forty-something man in a tan jacket and blue tie approached Jewell with a small wad of cash in his hand. Jewell smiled and stopped her routine to approach the man. She began talking to him, all smiles.
At the end of the song, she stroked the man's cheek and Mary could read her lips, "Wait here." Then she approached Mary on the side of the stage and said, "Follow me."
Mary complied, following her off the stage into the club. "Where are we going?"
"Mr. Simpson asked for – and paid for – a private dance. So now we're going to escort him to the VIP booths." Jewell approached Mr. Simpson and said, "Sir, this is my friend Mary. She's new at the club and I was wondering if it would be alright if she watched me dance for you."
Mr. Simpson took one quick head-to-toe look at Mary and enthusiastically blurted, "Oh-ho, my, yes! In fact, she can even join in if she wants to!"
Jewell laughed. "Now, now, Mr. Simpson, Mary's new and she's kind of shy, so she's just going to watch, OK?"
Mary put on her best demure face and blinked coyly at the man.
"Oh, I love the shy ones," he responded. "Are you sure you won't dance with her, Mary?"
Mary shook her head back and forth timidly.
"I'll give you a hundred dollars if you both dance together."
"OK, I'll dance with her."
Jewell, slightly taken aback, whispered to Mary, "You don't have to do this if you don't feel ready."
Mary looked into Jewell's eyes and, with firm resolve, said, "Honey, for a hundred bucks? I'm ready."
As the ladies led Mr. Simpson to the VIP booths by hand, Mary took a moment to reflect upon her feelings. She didn't feel too nervous. It wasn't a stage dance, so there wouldn't be too many people to boo or ignore her. Plus Mr. Simpson seemed like he was going to be an easy audience, and Jewell would be there to help her if she needed it. Everything felt right.
They reached the booth, and Mary noticed that a firmly built bouncer stood at the entrance to the VIP area in case anything got out of hand. It was reassuring to know that Clive had not been lying to her about security.
Jewell gently pushed Mr. Simpson down into the seat of the booth. Her top was still off from the stage dancing, so she juggled her breasts in his face for a bit, squeezing each one tenderly. Then she carefully grabbed Mary's hand and led her into the booth. The two danced playfully for a bit, spinning each other around and laughing like schoolgirls. Mr. Simpson looked as if he were enjoying every nanosecond of their girlish, giggling giddiness.
Then Mary fell into Jewell's arms, and Jewell whispered, "I'm going to take your top off now." Mary swallowed and nodded, and suddenly she could feel air breezing across her chest. Jewell stood Mary upright again and asked Mr. Simpson, "So, do you like what you see?"
"Oh, yes!" he nodded enthusiastically.
"Well, I need the rest of the hundred dollars from you now. Would you like to pay cash or credit card?"
"I've got the money right here," he waved a wad of bills in front of Jewell. She took it and counted it. Satisfied, she stuffed it into her garter. Mary was impressed at how Jewell had gone from play to business faster than fingers could snap.
"Now, normally, a hundred would get you four private dances, but since there's two of us we're only going to do two. Is that OK?"
"That's fine," Mr. Simpson nodded.
"Alright, just remember to keep your hands by your side at all times. Here goes!"
The song playing at the time sounded familiar to Mary. It might have been by Christina Aguilera or one of those types of singers. Whatever it was, it had a good beat for dancing, and Mary found herself shaking back and forth quite naturally to the rhythm.
"Oh yeah, look at my girl go!" Jewell shouted with glee. Then she joined forces with Mary and the two bounced and shook together.
About halfway through the song, Jewell moved away from Mary toward Mr. Simpson. She placed her arms on the booth above his head so that her breasts were directly in his face, then she began gyrating her crotch onto his chest, occasionally bouncing it down toward his lap. Mr. Simpson looked like he was in heaven.
Unsure if she should join in, Mary continued to bounce. She realized, however, that Mr. Simpson's attention had been completely diverted from her onto Jewell. Feeling like she probably ought to start earning her half of the money, Mary stepped up behind Jewell, put her hands atop the booth next to Jewell's, and then began bouncing on Mr. Simpson's knee. A blissful laugh escaped the man's lips.
Before Mary knew what was happening, Jewell reached behind Mary's neck and guided her face in for a kiss.
"Oh my God, this is incredible!" Mr. Simpson shouted, having just witnessed the girl-girl kiss from inches away.
Mary pulled back from the others and, trying not to look phased, started bouncing again behind Jewell. Meanwhile Jewell began bouncing up and down atop Mr. Simpson even more vigorously than before. Then she stood up, turned around, and tickled his crotch with her fake cat tail. This was becoming too much for Mary, who bounced further and further away from Jewell and Mr. Simpson. After all, dancing was one thing, but crotch rubbing and lesbian kissing were another entirely.
Next, Jewell began to slowly lift her black skirt to expose her panty-less ass to Mr. Simpson. The man looked like he was about to jump from his seat to find the nearest cold shower.
Mary noticed that the song had changed to an upbeat dance club-style song.
Jewell began slapping her ass in front of Mr. Simpson to the beat of the song.
Standing in the shadows of the booth, Mary stopped moving almost completely without realizing it.
Meanwhile Jewell went for broke and dropped her skirt to the floor.
Mr. Simpson turned his eyes to the ceiling, as if thanking a higher power.
"You want to give him a dance too, girl?" Jewell encouragingly asked Mary.
"I don't know," Mary answered with a queasy feeling in her stomach. She folded her arms across her cold, exposed breasts.
"It's OK," said Jewell nonchalantly. "He's not going to hurt you. Go ahead." Jewell gently grabbed one of Mary's hands and led her over to Mr. Simpson. "Just dance in front of him a little."
"OK." Mary started to move her hips a little bit to the beat.
"I like that," said Mr. Simpson encouragingly. "I like that a lot."
"Yeah?" Mary asked.
Mr. Simpson nodded reassuringly. "Keep moving. Don't stop."
"OK." Mary turned around and vigorously shook her bottom in his face for a bit.
"I like that too!"
"How about this?" Emboldened by the man's encouragement, Mary jumped up onto the seat of the booth, placing one foot on each side of his lap. Her bikini bottom was at his nose level, but his gaze was directed straight up at her face, her beautiful silky hair, and her ample exposed bosoms.
Mary found the strength within herself to grab the top of the booth for support, drop down, then bob up, then drop down again, repeating with every other beat, and putting on quite a show for the man.
"Alright, Mary! Work it girl!" Jewell screamed. Then she began smacking Mary's ass to the beat. Mary was a bit less surprised by Jewell's antics this time, and she decided not to let them bother her in front of their customer. But she also decided that she would definitely have some words with the girl later, in private.
Soon, Jewell joined Mary atop the seat of the booth, and the two danced the rest of the song inches away from the man's face.
Then, in an instant, the song ended and Jewell put her clothes back on, politely thanking Mr. Simpson and pointing him to the exit of the VIP area. Mary couldn't believe how everything had happened so quickly.
"Woo hoo! Girl, you got your first lap dance, and you earned fifty in your first twenty minutes on the job!" Jewell picked up Mary's bikini top and twirled it in the air to celebrate the occasion, shouting another woo-hoo in the process.
"Well," Mary thought out loud. "That was pretty wild."
"Honey," said Jewell, leaning in close to Mary. "You ain't seen nothing yet."