Crawling on the floor, my ass moves up and down as I push myself off and my knees slide taking me close to the edge. My skirt is up near my belly and all I’m wearing is a G-string underneath. I undo the buttons slowly, sensually, making it fall away from my body and into the puddle. My hands roam my round, firm breasts and I suck a finger into my mouth before I stand up. The beat of the music becomes stronger and soon my mind takes over my body’s movements. I don’t look over at them so I have no idea how they’re reacting, my body and mind concentrating only on what I’m doing.
It’s a magical place.
It’s somewhere I’ve missed.
I’m on the edge of reality and I know I will get lost in it easily.
My pink hair sticks to my face as I come down in a center split and I hear a cheer. Pulling my body forward, I crawl to the edge in an erotic, yet sensual pose. Whistles are becoming louder as the music comes to an end, and when I look up Benny’s staring at me with wide eyes.
Reaching for my skirt, I place it back on and climb down from the stage. When I look up, the guy who was outside is standing there in the doorway with a wicked smile, as he watches and my heart skips a beat before he turns and disappears. I blink a few times wondering if I actually saw him there, but then I notice him again by the door.
“What the fuck was that, Issy?” Benny questions while taking my hand.
“Who’s that?” I don’t answer his question. Instead, I nod toward the guy who’s leaving via the front door.
Benny looks, but shakes his head. “Issy, what the fuck was that?”
With a broad smile, I look back at Benny. “I danced.”
He throws his hands in the air. “Why didn’t you tell me you could dance like that? You just spring shit like that on me?” He shakes his head and I tap on his shoulder to calm him down. Benny seems like an okay kind of guy. He’s always respectful to us which we all appreciate.
“You’ve never asked if I can dance, Benny.”
Benny groans as a hand touches me from behind me and lies on my shoulder.
“Pretty one, feel like earning some extra cash tonight?” His hand makes me jump, and I instantly calm down when I know I’m not in danger, yet.
I turn away from Benny, and Ace’s hand drops in the process.
Benny has a look of concern written all over his face which I try to not decipher.
“Yes, of course.”
“Good, get dressed. You come with us.”
I quickly go out back to change. Keeping my wig on, I change into another small but slightly looser skirt and put on a shirt. This one comes up my belly and barely covers my tits, but ties in the middle. Just as I go to fix my makeup, Heather walks in, and her face shows shock, sadness, and it’s not something I think I can deal with right now. I need my head clear for what I’m about to do, and she can’t be making me feel bad.
“You… you know how to dance?” I nod putting on a fresh coat of lipstick. “Will you… will you teach me?”
“Heather…” I trail off.
She’s looking at me with such hope—who am I to crush that.
“Sure.”
Heather claps her hands and wraps her arms around me. “You’re my best friend, Issy. I don’t know where I’d be without you.” I tap her back, not one to cuddle and pull away. “You’re going with them, aren’t you?”
“It’s best you go home, Heather. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I successfully avoid her question.
3
Isadora
They take me in their limousine which is all white inside with champagne and crystal glasses neatly stacked on a bench. The guys all talk to themselves on the way over only glancing my way a few times offering me a drink which I decline. Leaving my busted-up crappy car in the parking lot. We continue to head to a high-class neighborhood and a mansion comes into view. Cars are lined up, and they’re not your average cars, these are Rolls Royces, Lamborghinis and whatever other high-end cars you can imagine. This place is luxury on steroids.
I glance down at what I’m wearing and cringe.
I’m not dressed for a place like this.
Holding my bag to me for cover and support, Ace steps around the car as a butler, or some shit, opens the door for me. Ace places a hand on my ass to guide me through the double French doors. My nerves are on tenterhooks, I’ve been preparing for this moment for so long, and to now be in their home and to have access to what I would never have had access to before, my body hums with excitement. Music blares and girls are walking around naked. Men are sitting on seats. There’s drinks or drugs in their hand as they watch on, all of them sporting some sort of hard-on tucked away inside their pants.