Author: Feather (Flightf)
Warnings: Spoilers all the way through Lean Mean Thirteen. (I am sure at some point I will use Tanks name) I haven't read any books past 15…. I can't see the other spoilers coming in due this book taking place right 13.
Disclaimers: I own nothing…JE owns it all….I will return everything when I am finished. I am basing the strip aerobics on two programs Shelia Kelly's the S Factor and Carmen Electra's Aerobic Striptease. I may also reference some youtubeYouTube videos.
Rating (K-M) M Yep it's it's M for Adult language, adult situations, and maybe some real smut.
A/N: This is the 1st story in my Pole Dancers Diary Series. Sorry this chapter took so long. This story will not leave me alone, and I promise to do my best to finish it. Finding my voice after several years has been difficult and I hope that the characters have the same passion.
Chapter 14:
Greetings, a panic attack and a phone call
"White girl, I am hoping that isn't your money making pose. The goal is to make Batman want to tap that ass, not spank it." Lula commented and jerked me back into reality.
I pulled myself together and grabbed the nefarious panties and shoved them into my locker. I turned and smiled at the 3 ladies standing at the door, my face feeling hot with embarrassment. They were frozen in place with identical looks falling somewhere between shocked and amused with eyes locked on Lula. A petite redhead that couldn't be taller than 5'1" was the first to shift her eyes and attention to me when I did a little finger wave and introduced myself. "Hi, I am Stephanie and this is my friend Lula."
After a moment she started talking a little faster than normal "Uhh...Nice to meet you, I am Marion and these are my friends Alicia and Camille." Her introduction seemed to boost the other ladies into action and they quickly walked over to the end of the rows of lockers quickly finding M. Park, A. Echenvarria, and C. Marshall. As they unpacked their bags I closed my locker door and tentative as a baby deer started walking towards the door. I was pleasantly surprised on how easy it was to walk in the shoes. After taking 3 steps I lengthened my stride. As I reached the end of the lockers I decided to make a pit stop in the restroom portion of the locker room. I stumbled as I turned the corner, completely enamored with the sight in front of me. It was even more luxurious thenas the locker area. It had gwith gleaming tiles and frosted glass shower enclosures off to one side and with makeup vanities that every jersey girl dreams of. As I walked deeper into the room I spot the stalls in the back and make a beeline to the nearest one. My fingers found the zipper at the waistband and I shimmied them down along with the dancer thong. Right as I sat down Lula interrupted my thoughts.
"Giirrrl, I warned you of what I would do have to do if you if you tried to get out of this class, get your ass moving, we shake our stuff in 5 minutes." I could hear the other girls giggling as the tapping of heels and doors opening and shutting singnaled them heading into the studio. Music drifted into the air something instrumental deep and sexy just kissed the air. My breathing was speeding up and I could feel sweat starting at my hairline. Panic was threatening to overcome me. My mind was racing as I finished and stepped out of the stall. Panting, trying to control my breathing I went over to the sink. Turning on the water I caught my reflection in the mirror. I started to talk myself off the ledge. Where was a tasty cake when you needed it? Deep breath in, deep breath out. Okay Stephanie you can do this. Dancing was the only thing that every Burg girl did that you excelled at. Your mom will never find out and if she does Ella will make you cake. You put on two extra coats of mascara. You are an adult. This is fun. You will support Lula. My breathing was starting to even out, it was working so I kept going. You are a Jersey girl you know how to shake it. I worked the courage to scan my body. The mirror only showed from the waist up so I took a step back. The dancersdancer's bra and tank top made my girls look amazing. Okay I can do this. My stomach while not flat didn't look shabby either. The silver ring at the top of the zipper was winking in the light standing out against the black velvet. I turned to the side and noticed that the bottom of my ass cheeks were showing at the bottom of the shorts. The fit reminding me of my favorite pair of cheeky panties. Facing the mirror and squaring my shoulders . I was starting to believe that I could actually do this. Drying my hands I headed back towards the door. Forcing a smile (that I hoped didn't look like I had gas) I opened the
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The smell of jasmine and vanilla hit my senses as the sultry music brought me further into the room. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the lower light. All the other girls were on mats that were slightly thicker than yoga mats , that had been placed around the room. They also each were also each sitting on one of the pillows that had previously been scattered around the perimeter of the room. I found Lula right in the front row with an empty spot beside her, animatedly talking to another beautiful blonde. Unlike Heidi her hair was bone straight and hung to the middle of her back. She was smiled and tossed her head back with a throaty laugh. The soft clicking of my heels brought their attention to me. Green eyes meet mine and a slow smile graced her mouth. All the talking stoppeds in the room and I swear even the music stopped playing when I hear what what comes next, .
"So this must be the famous bombshell bounty hunter Stephanie Plum."
"It's not my fault." was all I could say.
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LestersLester's POV
Fucking Jersey traffic. I despise rush hour traffic. I have been sitting on the 295 for 20 minutes longer than it should have taken me to reach my destination when control calling popped on the screen of the SUV.
"Talk" was about all I could get out, taking every bit of my control to not shoot the douchebag in front of me that couldn't seem to put his cell phone down long enough to drive his damn car. Laughter resembling a hyena on crack filled the car. Ranger has definitely left the building if they were up to antics in the control room.
"If you assholes don't have anything better to do than crackle like a bunch of old ladies, I need to make it to Princeton without killing anybody." I barked out as I saw my chance to get around the grade a DB in front of me. I gunned the gas and made sure I caught his eyes as I passed him. I hope he pissed himself.
Cal finally stopped laughing enough to talk. "Lester, we have the preliminary report back from Silvo o on the location of Bomber. It is a business address that according to the business license is a fitness club. ". Sir, uUnless she falls from the pole Stephanie shouldn't be in any danger.", he breaks into laughter again.
"Pole? So help me God Cal, I am about to lose my shit. I have been in traffic for over an hour and you calling me and laughing, is are doing nothing but pissing me off. Unless you would like to help me with my frustration level on the mats this evening spit it the fuck out.", angrily makinges it past my control.
"Umm, the fitness club is registered as The Strip Factor and it is a pole dancing studio. When you dig a little deeper the club is registered to the Vexo Ccorporation. That is as far as the the preliminary report goes. Silvo said that a full report will be complete within the next two hours."
As the words registered in my brain the puzzle pieces start to fall into place. A slow smile graces my lips as the cloud of danger that had surrounded me loosesloses its grip on me. I put on my blinker and get off on the exit that was closest to me. "Put Hal on monitors and high tail your ass to Princeton and make sure our girl gets home. As you sit in bumper to bumper traffic it would be good to remember that no one laughs at Bbombshell without an ass beating."
I disconnected the call and pulled a U-turn and headed back onto 295. This had Lula written all over it. I put XM back on the 90's channel and headed back towards Steph's apartment. It was time for us to discuss what is more painful a bullet or a broken bone.