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Chapter Four
"The after party is at Alice's club," Jasper announces as we drive out of the lot.
"Can we stop by the house first? I find myself suddenly broke."
"Yeah, me too. No problem."
"Thanks."
"That was fun though, right?" he asks.
"It wasn't torture." I chuckled at the memory of all the skin I have taken in.
Once I'm at home, I decide to change out of golf clothes. As I stand in my boxers in front of my closet, I am lost in thought. Recalling the sight at the last hole makes my dick hard and I decide to take matters in my own hand before heading to the club.
I stroke quickly as visions of the angel's tongue lapping at my shaft float through my head. It's the fastest orgasm I've ever had, and I am thankful as I sigh. Jasper is impatiently waiting on me. I can hear his thoughts. Hurry the fuck up. I want to be there before Alice gets back.
I throw on the first pair of jeans my hand lands on along with a t-shirt from the many Alice has stocked my dresser with and head out with Jasper toward the club.
Jasper and I sit at one of the small tables in front of the stage. The club is packed and there is no room at the bar. A moment later the DJ makes his way to our table.
"Hey Jasper. What's up man?"
"Nothing much, just waiting for the girls to get back. John, this is my brother in law, Edward." Jasper nods at me.
John offers his hand. "Nice to meet you."
I shake it briefly. "Likewise."
John sits and immediately starts raving about what he saw at the golf course. I wonder whether he could have afforded a ticket to the event, but then look between Jasper and myself realizing we don't look like we could have afforded it either.
"...how about that show on the last hole? Liz was really something." John has a lustful look in his eye.
I hear commotion at the front door and turn in time to see a parade of girls make their way in. They head one by one to the man in a suit waiting at the bar. Each is giving him a bundle of cash that I assume is their take from the event.
"Well, that's my cue." John stands and makes his way to the DJ booth. I turn back to watch the girls, looking for the angel and Liz. They are at the very end of the line, and I can't help but stare at the angel wrapped in a latex mini dress and boots.
John's voice comes over the speakers, "Let's hear it for our girls." The crowd roars as the ladies disperse throughout, thanking guys personally. They mill about for a while. Some leave. Alice comes to sit with us.
"I made four thousand dollars!" She announces excitedly.
"Good for you baby." Jasper grins at her.
I turn to watch the angel and Liz follow a couple of other girls to the door marked 'Staff Only'.
"That's the dressing room?" I ask Alice.
She nods.
"Yep. Some of the girls are working tonight. The rest of us were supposed to hang out with the players, but I guess some of these tarts couldn't be bothered." She looks at the door.
The place is filled with loud chatter for a long time before the house lights dim. The stage lights up from underneath and a light fog rises from around the back. I can hear the beginning of 'Sin' behind the DJ's voice. "Gentleman," the crowd doesn't seem to need the introduction. They are already moving towards the stage. "Liz and Izzy," he announces as Nine Inch Nails rises through the air.
I am transfixed on the stage, unable to rip my eyes away. "Holy fuck." I think I've said this out loud because Alice giggles.
House lights in every color are swinging over the two on the stage. Liz is on her hands and knees, prowling down the stage. Her hair is in a thick braid and it hangs off the side. She is wearing a collar, and I follow the leash with my eyes until I see the angel, Izzy, behind her.
Instant hard on as I look over her form. She is wearing more clothes than I have ever seen a stripper wear, and it's the most erotic thing. Her tiny body is encased tightly in shiny black material. It goes all the way up her neck, stopping just under her jaw. Even her hands are covered. The fabric shows every line of her body right down to her hard nipples.
But for the show she is trying to pull off, the face of an angel betrays her. Perfect porcelain skin with high arched dark brows. Long dark lashes and blood red lips. Her hair is wrapped in a tight perfect bun.
I didn't even notice the whip until her wrist flicks out and it snaps in the air. A hush falls over the crowd as everyone stares at the pair.
Izzy jerks lightly on the chain and Liz leans back sliding her hands across the floor towards her center. She runs her hands up over her body, around her neck and pulls her braided hair off the ground. Then she leans back slowly as Izzy steps over her, legs spread to allow her room to lay flat.
It's then that I take in the thigh high boots Izzy is wearing. Once Liz is flat on her back, Izzy makes a slow decent to the floor by way of the splits right over Liz's face. Just out of reach she stops and Liz's tongue flicks out toward her hovering partner.
Izzy snakes her body just over Liz's and quickly her feet come together as she rolls forward. In an instant she is back on her feet, and turns to face Liz who is sitting on her heels waiting.
Izzy releases the clip on Liz's collar and drapes the chain around her own neck. There are unspoken words between them and Liz lifts the hem of her red flowing mini dress offering the fabric to Izzy. Izzy pulls it roughly over her head and discards the fabric on the floor. Liz is left sitting in nothing but red bottoms and matching heels.
It looks as if Liz is praying, her hands clasped in front of her, looking up at Izzy. Izzy puts her heeled foot on Liz's thigh and nods once. Liz smiles devilishly as she releases the zipper of the high boot and slides it off. They remove the other in the same fashion.
Liz licks the last boot once Izzy has stepped out of it and the whip cracks again, next to her. Liz doesn't jump, but bows her head again, and sets the boots aside. Izzy hooks her finger in front of her and Liz stands to face her, with her hands tucked behind her back.
The music shifts, and I can tell this is perfectly coordinated. 'Crazy Bitch' starts with a scream and the whip cracks again as Izzy points back to the pole. In three quick steps, Liz has made her way to the pole and bounds off her feet catching the pole to climb it.
Izzy turns to face the crowd again, and I forget about Liz. Izzy stomps down one of the catwalks, undoing her zipper from her throat down to her navel. The chain that is dangling in between her still covered breast sways as she moves. She drops the whip, pulls the chain off, and wraps it around some lucky asshole's neck at the end of the walk. She tugs on the ends and he leans forward, only to be met with a glare from her smoldering eyes.
He pulls money from his pocket and drops it on the stage. She smiles and drops the chain letting it hang on his shoulders. There is a flurry of activity from the men around the stage as they all try to comply with her silent order, dropping bills on the stage.
If the pull I felt last night was strong, this was torture. I have to get closer to her, and before I realize what I am doing, I feel like I am floating towards the stage. There is no open seat at the stage, so I tap on someone's shoulder. He spins and eyes the bills in my hand
"For your seat," I say. He grabs the money and vacates the seat.
The man with the chain is two seats down from me, and Izzy is working in front of him. I stare in amazement as she bites the fingers of her gloves, tugging and removing them.
I am aware that Alice has appeared behind me but I can't turn around to see what she wants. Her tiny hand places two, one hundred dollar bills on the stage in front of me. I hear her thoughts, 'Get her tiger!' And then she is gone. I realize Izzy is aware of this exchange, as she is watching Alice walk away.
Izzy steps further away from us and her knees slam onto the floor. She slithers her body back and forth and pulls the zipper the rest of the way down. She pulls the opening wider to expose perfect breasts topped with hard nipples. Then she folds the fabric over her shoulders and down her torso. The muscles in her stomach are pronounced, and I watch in amazement as they ripple while she stands.
She walks back down the floor, grabbing her boots along the way, towards Liz who is dangling upside down from the pole. She is within two steps of the pole and drops the boots. In a fluid movement she is on her hands as her feet swing up and over, touching the pole. Liz reaches out and grabs the swaying fabric of her outfit, tugging gently. It slides up over Izzy's hips and to her knees, revealing her perfect ass. It's at that point that Izzy's feet come off the bar and, while Liz holds the fabric, Izzy slips completely free of it landing in a split in front of the pole.
Everything goes dark and the smoke rises. No! I scream in my own head. That can't be the end of it. I can make out the movements at the end of the stage just barely. There is smoke, and I try to wave it from my face.
The ten seconds the lights are out feel like an eternity. Finally the lights come back, even if they are dim. The two girls are poised at the beginning of the catwalks. Izzy has put her boots back on. Nice.
They stomp in a matched rhythm, and swaying hips, down the cat walks and I am thrilled to see Izzy coming down towards me. Something wicked this way comes, I think as a grin spreads across my face.
She drops to her knees right in front of me, and her tits bounce in the movement. It takes all I have to suppress the groan trying to escape my lungs. Her hands fall to the floor a scant foot away from me and she bows her head. She lingers only a moment before reaching up behind her head and pulling a pin. Her hair falls in a wave and she shakes it out as she raises her head. Oh god I want to grab that hair.
She leans up and rests her ass on her heels. She is wearing an evil grin as her knees pop open and I am face to face with her black fabric covered sex. My eyes travel over the fabric. There are no sides, instead two thin cords hold it to her body as they snake up her ribs around her tits and disappear behind her shoulder. All I can do is blink at her.
She licks her lips and leans forward.
"You'll do," she purrs. It's then that I realize I have not taken a breath since I sat down. I inhale so that I have the air to ask her what I'll do for. I freeze and grip the sides of my chair. Her smell smacks me in the face. Strawberries, sex and blood. I have never wanted to fuck and kill something so badly in all my life.
I hear the low growl erupt from my chest. I guess I have a dumb look on my face, or maybe she's reacting to my growl, because she tosses her head back and laughs.
Alice grabs my shoulders.
"Time to go brother!" she says frantically. I hold my breath as I let Alice drag me from the stage. I allowed myself one backwards glance at the devil, and see her walking back down the stage, holding the hundred dollar bills over her head.
The song only mildly does her justice. 'Crazy Bitch'. She has no idea how close to meeting her maker she has come tonight.
A/N:
So...did you know, the play list for this fiction is up on my blog? Well, now you do. So head on over to tmjfanfiction (dot) blogspot (dot) com and click on the Liz and Izzy page. Oh yeah, and there is a video there, too!