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The crowd's roaring in contentment, Liquid Summers is dancing. All the girls are good, but none can move like she does; she doesn't just dance, she feels the music, flows with it... Hence the ridiculous name she picked: Liquid. I just assumed it came from a certain trait of her, which has nothing to do with her flowing with the music. Overactive mind of mine I guess.
Across the place, I watch in wonder at a seductress who four years ago was just a girl. When she showed up at my door, I couldn't help but laugh at her. She was fit and good looking, but that's as far as it went. "Crowd will eat you alive, honey. This is not for you," I told her. She had this innocent aura, she still does, when she's not playing her part as my establishment's Prima Donna.
Just to humour my girlfriend at the time, I agreed to give her a chance and listed her among the contestants for the Amateur Night; if she was doing it for money, then five hundreds would help for a while, once she outdanced the other girls. And I felt guilt free knowing she'd get over this crazy idea once she experienced the real stuff.
Surprisingly, she did better than the rest, got the money and insisted on working for me. I was dubious but still accepted, I'm not greedy but her performance had doubled my income, having her around would be good for me. She was desperate I could tell, all my girls had been once to be honest; but I'm a fair employer and they get what they deserve, if possible some more.
One week later, after a few dancing lessons, she was a replacement girl.
I've asked her name so many times, and still she replies with a big smile and her customary "Just call me Summers." Oook, I just stopped trying and now she's Liquid.
She's with Zandria tonight. I love them dancing together and apparently so does the crowd, if their yelling and cheering are any indication of it. Zandria and Liquid are very much alike, they don't need much to have steam coming out from people's ears... Both hide under layers of make up and glitter; are college students, have killer bods and are very much in love with their respective significant others. They could even be twins, if Liquid went for the tanned look. They could have been a couple, if a certain blonde Cop Lady hadn't happened.
And speaking of the devil, she's here too; cheering along the drooling students around the stage. Rumour was that she and Liquid went way back, when she worked as Liquid's parole officer; and before that, she had been a respected, if conflictive, detective in LAPD.
Cop Lady and I had a chat some time ago, when she actually had the guts to ask Liquid out. I like her, she's rather nice, protective and loving with Liquid; it makes me forget about her butchy tendencies. She's a PI now; a good one I've heard.
Despite all my years in this business, I've never seen a weirder pairing than theirs; neither can I forget the look on the blonde woman's face when she realised it was Liquid dancing up there. It was a mix of rage and lust, tinted mostly of the first... She had a fit and dragged Liquid out once she was done. Screaming and swearing could be heard, along with the sound of a flesh meeting flesh... All of us thought she had hit Liquid, when it had been the other way around. My girl and I assumed Liquid wouldn't come back, but the next night she was dancing with the rest of the girls; Cop Lady sulking at the bar.
A change of pace announces their number is about to end, and Liquid will be left alone, just as she likes it. Their glistening bodies synched in a crescendo, from here I can tell the music is not the only thing going faster; and, if the look on Cop Lady's face means what I think it does... Being lonely sucks!
With a final twirl Liquid ends kneeling on the floor, facing Zandria. Then, playfully shoving the other girl, she's leaning over her, noses inches apart; both panting from exertion, beads of sweat adding to the beauty of their bodies. The crowd goes crazy and dozens of hands with bills reach out for their thongs. It's always the same. Now she goes solo, but Zandria, as usual, will peck her lips before leaving.
She picked a slow song again. When she dances, it's like she's making love to her audience, changing pace and moves depending on their responses. She can either go hard and fast, or slow and tender... It makes me warm in all the right places, but as I once heard: some women have all the luck. And this time, Cop Lady is the lucky bitch.
Her dancing style oozes sex, I must admit it affects me despite all the time she's been working for me. Each move, each turn, slide, shove or pass she does I know by heart; and still, my soul bursts into flames when she's up there. She was born to make us weak at the knees, that's for sure.
It seemed like she's going to pull Cop Lady on stage again, if this keeps happening I'll have to consider her in payroll. Nah, not really, she'd probably kill me if I hinted at it, but it's teasing material. Which I won't use unless Liquid is around, if living to tell is among my plans.
Oh, she brought the handcuffs, interesting. Cop Lady hates being cuffed to the pole...
One of the bouncers threw a glance at me, audience was not exactly under control; things could get ugly if we didn't act on time. I nodded, we needed to cool them off. Just like in that movie, Coyote Ugly, we throw ice and water at people. Believe it or not, it works. And as usual, Liquid and Cop Lady weren't aware of it; they're so busy flirting with each other to realise Liquid's number wasnt over.
Then, as we assumed, someone jumped on stage and started pawing Liquid while Cop Lady struggled to get free. Few seconds later, a huge hose showed up and the three of them were drenched. Cop Lady was furious, I'd be in her place. Music stopped, people yelled and the offender was pulled out; now Liquid tries her best to disappear the frown on her lover's face. Fortunately, it's working.
Well, that's just another night in a lesbian strip joint. Now, I'd better shoo those two out of here before their make up session causes another rumble.
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