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Stripper’s Move

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There were five people jammed into Tori’s little red Honda and everyone was drunk except for her. That was usual for a Friday night, but they weren’t usually in this part of town. If it weren’t for Jo volunteering them to pick Shauna up after work, she wouldn’t be here at all under any circumstances.

“Where the hell is this place?” Tori asked, as she cruised along the street called Broadway on the map and the pussy mile on campus.

“Shauna said you couldn’t miss it,” Veronica Goings offered.

“Yeah, well, this is our third time up the street. If we don’t find it soon, I’m heading back to the dorm.”

“Don’t be a stick in the mud, Tori, we’ll find it,” Candice Ford replied.

“Yeah, take a hit of this and chill out,” Joann Taylor said, passing a blunt to the front seat.

Joann was her best friend. They had known each other since grade school and roomed together in the upperclassman dorm. They were thinking about getting an apartment after this semester and she knew Tori didn’t smoke. Tori should have been mad, but she wasn’t. Jo was like that, always pushing her to relax and as she put it, “live a little.”

“Get that shit away from me,” Tori snarled as Monica Riley tried to pass her the joint.

Monica inhaled deeply and blew out a cloud of the reeking smoke right into Tori’s face.

The car exploded into a fit of giggles as Tori coughed and choked. She desperately wanted to roll down a window, but in this area of town her innate caution overcame her desire.

Hookers ranged up and down the sidewalks, many accompanied by their pimps. Strip clubs and adult book stores decorated the rundown facades in garish neon light. College students prowled along in groups, egging each other on and getting drunk. The occasional beat cop and his partner could be seen, as well as a few black and whites parked in warehouse loading docks. Hotels advertised rooms by the hour with free XXX feeds. Dealers had their corners staked out and junkies could be seen in every possible recess.

“There it is,” Veronica said, pointing to a rundown building with a ‘girls girls girls’ sign flashing in red and gold.

A larger sign proclaimed The Harem in red lettering, but the sign was almost burned out with only the small ‘a’ still lit, explaining how they had missed it.

Tori rarely drank and never used drugs. She was the straight arrow among her friends. Her slightly prudish demeanor was tolerated because she was Jo’s best friend and because she didn’t mind being designated driver. She had a contact high now and found parking to be difficult in the narrow alley behind the place. The lines seemed uneven, but she wasn’t sure if that was just bad city planning or the way her head was spinning.

They all piled out and made their way to the front, stepping through a doorway covered only by Persian beads. Inside the door was a small foyer with Arabic murals and some very explicit photos of the dancers. A small, greasy man in black leathers sat behind a bank teller style grill with a money box.

“Ten dollar cover, two drink minimum,” he declared, apparently unfazed by their gender.

After they paid, they made their way into a large, open room, with a main stage in the middle and two smaller stages at each end. The décor was a pathetic attempt at an Arabian harem, with pillows and silk wall hangings. Plastic scimitars hung on the walls and the waitresses all wore gauzy pants and pointy-toed slippers that reminded her of Jeannie from the old TV show. Each table had a small candle burning on it. The place reeked of marijuana and stale beer.

It wasn’t very crowded and they found a table near the main stage. A few of the male customers gave them curious looks. One table had a bunch of frat rats and they seemed to be paying them more attention than the other patrons. Tori had the idea they were egging each other on to see if the girls wanted company, but nothing came of it. Soon a topless barmaid appeared.

She was an older woman, with sad, tired eyes and a listless manner that bespoke of extreme exhaustion. Tori noticed her breasts were large and very firm, obviously implants.

“What can I get you?” she asked.

Everyone ordered exotic sounding drinks, except for Tori. She was still flying from the weed and wanted to try and clear her head.

“Do you have coffee?” she asked.

“Ignore her,” Candice said, before the woman could answer.

“Yeah, bring her a pink panty pulldown,” Monica cackled.

“I don’t…”

“Be cool, Tor. It’s only two drinks and we’re staying till Shauna gets off. You’ll be plenty sober by then,” Joann said reasonably.

“Sweetie?” the woman asked, with a tired, but apparently genuine smile.

Normally, she would have demurred, but she was feeling strange from the weed and she couldn’t really make sense of her thoughts.

“All right, I guess,” she said.

“So, when’s Shauna gonna be on stage?” Veronica asked excitedly.

“Probably be a while, they work in rotations. She’ll get a main stage introduction, then work the side stages, then the floor, then a break, then main stage again,” Joann said.

“You sure seem to know a lot about strip clubs,” Monica observed.

“I worked at T & A’s two months last summer to pay for the cruise.”

“Really? Make a lot?” the perpetually broke Veronica asked.

“Oh, yeah. It’s really good money if you have a body or can dance. Even better if you will work the back room.”

“The back room?” Tori asked.

“Yeah. Girls take guys to the back rooms for private dances. If all you do is dance, it’s thirty bucks, half going to the house, but if you’re willing to give him a hand job or blow, you can make a mint because the house only takes ten more for extra services, no matter how much you make.”

“So, did you blow a lot of cute guys?” Monica asked.

She was a great person when sober, but when she started drinking she became really mean and snide. Everyone was used to it, so Joann took no offense.

“No, I was making over two hundred a night in tips. I didn’t need to run any extra risks.”

“Two hundred a night? I was wondering why Shauna was doing this,” Veronica exclaimed.

“She wants that Mercedes pretty bad, but Mommy and Daddy are in a snit because her grades sucked so they won’t get it for her.”

“How much do the waitresses make?” Tori asked.

“Not much. They’re usually older women and don’t look all that good anymore. A lot are single moms. These places rack up most of their profit on the weekends. The big earners usually only work two nights a week, so most of the waitresses you see on Friday and Saturday night are the dancers Monday through Thursday.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah, it’s a double dose of shit. They have to wait tables on the busy nights and when they are working there are fewer patrons so fewer tips.”

“Why do they put up with it?” Candice asked.

“Most of them don’t have any other option. I mean, it’s one thing for me or Shauna to do it for a short while to get some extra cash. It’s another thing entirely when your family depends on you doing it. It’s fun and exciting and all that for a while, but the only reason it’s like that is because we can walk away anytime we choose. It’s a pretty crappy job when it’s all you have.”

“Think Shauna will rack up, she has pretty big boobs,” Candice asked.

“No, she’ll do all right, but she hasn’t got the mentality to really make money at it,” Jo said thoughtfully.

“What do you mean?”

“The trick to it is to make every guy thinks you’re interested in him. You hook ’em, then lead them on through the night. Shauna might do that with a cute guy, but she won’t do it with every guy. The cute ones are usually the ones with the least money, they are guys who count on looks to get them in with women. You want to make money, you make nice with the dorks and geeks and losers. The poor bastards couldn’t hope to get your attention in a bar or at a party. Once you smile at one, he’ll follow you like a puppy, tipping heavily, ponying up for table and private dances, maybe you come out on break and sit with him, let him buy you a drink or two, whatever.”

“That sounds so cold blooded,” Tori said.

“It’s like any other business, Tor, you’re here to part the customer from his cash,” Jo said.

Tori was flying now, the smoke in the club was at least half reefer and she was having trouble marshalling her chaotic thoughts. When the waitress returned and served their drinks, she fished into her pocket on impulse and dropped a twenty dollar bill on her tray.

“I don’t have change, sweetie, you have to go to the bartender to get ones.”

Tori colored and stammered as the others laughed like a pack of hyenas.

“She didn’t want change, she was just giving you a big tip,” Joann said with a smile on her face.

“Thank you,” the woman said with an obviously heartfelt smile.

“You’re welcome,” Tori managed.

“Be careful with that,” Joann warned after the waitress had moved out of earshot.

“Careful?” Tori asked.

“Yeah. I know you’re just a sweetheart and were trying to be nice, but this is a cutthroat business, like I said before. Word gets around fast. Big spenders are always given special attention and I don’t think you want that.”

The house lights dimmed and a spot lit the stage. A DJ’s voice boomed over the PA system.

“Ladies and gentlemen, all the way from El Paso, Texas, put your hands together for Lilith!”

A dark haired girl in white cowgirl boots, a little white Stetson, tight short shorts and a white vest with red fringe came out on stage as everyone clapped. She had long legs and a big chest, which the vest barely concealed. Tori thought she was a little older than herself and pretty, though by no means a knockout.

Tori sipped her drink, finding it to be very fruity and not as harsh as many drinks she had tried. The girl did a slow strip tease and guys came up, stuffing bills into her red g-string. Monica ran up waving a bill and did the same as everyone at the table cheered. Before her dance was done, all of the girls had given her a dollar except Tori. Try as they might, the others couldn’t convince her to do so, even when the girl smiled invitingly and stood still for a moment at the end of the stage.

When she finished, she gathered her clothes, took a bow and, as Joann had predicted, moved down to the stage at one end of the place. A few guys followed her to that stage, predominantly the ones she had danced close to while on center stage.

“Jeeze, Tor, you could have at least given her a buck,” Joann said.

“Yeah, get with the program,” Candice added.

“Now she thinks you didn’t like her,” Monica said.

“It’s not that!” Tori exclaimed.

Before they could do more than laugh, the DJ’s voice came back on.

“And now, from way up north, we bring you, Bunny! Give her a big hand.”

She was blonde and tanned, with a massive bust and wide hips. She wore faux fur stiletto boots, lederhosen and a little white top, with a ski cap. As she danced, Tori was mildly aroused. That was embarrassing, but no one seemed to notice. She didn’t tip this one either and soon she gave way to another girl.

After that one, the DJ called again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, from the Caribbean and performing for the first time on stage, put your hands together for Chiquita!”

Everyone at the table went wild cheering when Shauna came out. She had her hair up and dressed with tropical fruit and wore a tiny halter top and a long skirt with a slit up to her hip. As she danced they kept up a steady stream from their table to the stage, stuffing her g-string with bills and laughing. Even Tori managed to get up the nerve to go up several times.

When she finished, she was gathering up her things when the DJ called again.

“That was Chiquita, ladies and gentlemen. Don’t forget our two for one beer specials and remember to tip your waitress. Lilith is now available for table dances, so guys, get those bills out. Our next dancer is fresh off the reservation. Put your hands together for Comanche!”

Everyone was starting to rise to follow Shauna down to the smaller stage, but when Comanche stepped on stage, Tori found herself stuck fast in her chair.

Her hair was long, braided with a feather and reached down to the small of her back. Large, full breasts were held back by a faux buckskin bikini top. Unlike the first performers, they were in perfect proportion to her wide shoulders and hips. Her legs were long and sleek, the short, triangular buckskin skirt barely hiding them. Instead of the high heels most of the girls wore, she wore moccasins that laced up and covered most of her calves.

Her face was classically beautiful, with high cheekbones and forehead, sensuous lips and an aquiline nose, but her eyes really held Tori. They were brown, intelligent and unbelievably intense as they scanned the crowd. They stopped on her table and the girl smiled.

“Come on, Tori,” Monica called as she and Candice and Veronica walked off.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Joann said in a quiet voice.

“She’s incredible,” Tori mouthed.

“Wait till you see her in action.”

The music started and she moved sensuously about the stage. She didn’t seem to be a trained dancer, so much as naturally graceful and fluid of motion. Her copper skin glistened under the light and Tori felt the room get hot and stuffy. She had always kept her attraction to a certain kind of girl well hidden, but now it was all she could do not to drool.

When Comanche turned her back and undid the clasp on her top, Tori felt her breath catch in her throat. Comanche turned back, holding the garment over her breasts and danced a moment longer before tossing it off stage. The guys all cheered and clapped, but Tori was oblivious to it.

The girl’s breasts were incredible. They were proud and firm, capped with large areolas and thick nipples. Tori couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of them. They swayed and bounced gently as Comanche danced. Tori was so enthralled she didn’t even hear Joann speaking. It was just a minor buzz in the background.

When the dancer bent over and slowly pushed her skirt down, Tori felt like she had been kicked in the stomach. She couldn’t seem to breathe at all as the soft expanse of the girl’s beautiful ass was revealed. She wore only a tiny black g-string and Tori could easily see where it clung to her fat mound.

The girl stepped out of her skirt and began to move slowly around the stage, holding her g-string out for guys to stuff bills in, or presenting her ass, which they all took the opportunity to run their hands over. Tori was barely cognizant of Joann stuffing a bill into her hand. When she noticed it she blushed crimson and stared at the floor.

“Go ahead, Tor, you know you want to,” her friend encouraged.

Tori stood hesitantly and walked mechanically toward the stage. She felt like every eye in the place was on her and she nearly fell when her feet moved from the carpet to the tile surrounding the stage. When she looked back up, Comanche was staring at her and Tori felt her face flush.

As Tori approached, Comanche moved to the end of the stage and gracefully squatted down. She spread her long legs and hooked both thumbs into her g-string, pulling it outward. Tori could clearly see her thick black pubes and the coral colored lips peeking out as she shakily placed the bill inside.

“Thank you,” she whispered in a seductive voice that somehow drowned out the music and cat calls.

“Y..y…your welcome,” Tori stammered.

The girl smiled and winked before rising in a fluid motion and gathering her things. Tori made her way back to her seat and sat down.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Joann said with a smile.


“Shhh. Don’t say anything. You aren’t a good liar and you can’t lie to me even if you were, I know you too well.”

Tori wondered what she was talking about, but let it pass as the others came back by.

“What are you two doing?” Veronica asked.

“Holding our table. Place is filling up and if we leave, we won’t get it back,” Joann said quickly.

“Oh, cool,” she replied as they breezed down to the other stage.

Joann crammed another bill into Tori’s hand.

“Go on, Tor. She’s at the other stage.”

“Jo, I…”

“Shush. Take your drink for some courage, but get moving, the song’s already starting.”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the DJ called, “Direct your attention center stage for our featured performer, Pinky Pumpkins!”

A roar went up from the crowd and most of the patrons crowded towards the center stage. Tori ignored them, ignored everything as she gulped down the last of her drink and took a seat by the smaller stage. She was the only one on this end of the club as Comanche glided out from behind the curtain.

She was still wearing only her g-string and moccasins. Tori couldn’t believe how toned her body was or how beautiful. She was just staring when the girl smiled directly at her and began to dance. This song was different than the one she had performed to center stage, it was more frenetic and allowed her to show off her strength and stamina rather than accentuating her grace. When she held the hips of an imaginary lover and bucked her hips as if fucking her, Tori thought she would die.

Comanche whirled and twirled, working up a good sweat that bathed her skin and caused the light to glitter of the soft curves of her body. The music slowed suddenly, and became soft as it flowed into a sensual acoustic interlude. Comanche fell to her stomach a little to Tori’s left and then rolled over twice, so she was lying on her tummy with her feet pressed against the gilt work rail at the edge of the stage. She pushed up, in a single languid motion, spreading her legs and raising her ass, while pressing back.

Her pussy was directly in front of Tori, only inches from her face. She knew it had to be her imagination, but she swore she could smell the delicate aroma of the dancer’s arousal. Comanche had her torso flat on stage, but she glanced back and pulled her g-string to one side, leaving her pussy bare.

Her mound was fat and fleshy, but the lips were delicately formed and gaped open just enough to reveal the darker pink of her inner folds. Her pubic thatch was strange, seemingly starting from a central line and growing outwards. The heady scent of her arousal and exertions was now obvious.

“Thanks for sticking with me, I hate going before the feature act,” she said in an exotic whisper.

Tori wanted to reply. She desperately wanted to say something, but her tongue seemed cloven to her palate. The girl smiled, rolled over so she was sitting with her legs still spread and thrust her pelvis towards Tori.

“You’re a shy one, I like that. If you want to tip me better do it now, the song’s almost over.”

Tori nodded mutely and extended her hand with the bill Joan had given her. Comanche glanced left and right, then dropped to her back. With one hand she grabbed her g-string and pulled it aside. With the other, she grabbed Tori’s wrist and guided the shaking girl’s hand to her pussy.

“Thanks, babe,” Comanche said as the song ended.

She sat up quickly, pecked Tori on the forehead and was gone. Tori wandered back towards their table totally lost. She could feel the girl’s wetness on her fingertips, but was unsure if it was sweat or something else. She absently held her fingers to her nose and the heady scent left no doubts. She drifted past the table and down towards the other stage, oblivious to her friends calling her.

Several patrons had gathered around, but Tori still got a seat at the middle of the small stage. She dug another bill out of her pocket and waited tensely.

“Ladies and gentleman, that was Pinky Pumpkins! She’ll be back in half an hour. Right now we have Boobarella center stage. Camille and Comanche are on the side stages and Bunny, Lilith and our new girl, Chiquita are available for table dances. If you really want a treat, remember to ask about the private dances, only thirty bucks for three songs, until midnight.”

Comanche came out and while she smiled at all of the men around, she gave Tori a wink before she began to bump and grind to an old Motown hit. Tori was watching, spellbound when Comanche passed very close to her.

“Tilt your head back,” she whispered.

Tori didn’t even think not to and she was stunned when the girl leaned forward and rested her tits on either side of Tori’s head and shook them. They were so soft and the skin was so silky, Tori felt a contraction in her deep muscles. It was only then that she realized how aroused she was. Her nipples were poking out and she could feel her pussy twitching.

Comanche was looking down at her and Tori colored furiously at she men hooted and made cat calls.

“Stand up and put a dollar in your mouth,” the girl whispered.

Tori did so, feeling foolish, but not caring. Her blood was pounding in her temples as Comanche reached back and grasped the gold pole that stood upright through the stage. Her hips were right in front of Tori’s face and they sensuously undulated. Comanche smiled, leaned back up and caught the back of Tori’s head with one hand, while pulling her g-string aside with the other. She pulled Tori’s head between her thighs, until the bill was lying flat against her skin. As the song ended, she let the g-string snap back, trapping the dollar.

“Thank you,” she cooed, before collecting the few bills on stage and darting back behind the curtain after a quick bow.

Tori could feel the men staring and pointing, but she floated back to their table without her feet ever once hitting the floor. At least, that’s how it felt. She had barely sat down when the waitress showed up.

“Can I get you girls another?” she asked.

Tori nodded while the others placed orders. She noticed Joann ordered a diet coke and again wondered about her friend’s strange behavior. Jo usually drank them all under the table. When the waitress returned with the drinks, she took everyone’s second ticket, but when Tori tried to hand hers over, the blonde just shook her head slightly.

“Keep it, honey. I go off in ten and you can use it to get something from Tara,” she whispered.

“Well, seems like you’re making a lot of friends,” Monica said.

“Monica, stow it,” Jo said.

Jo’s voice was soft, but it carried that deadly edge Tori recognized as the calm before the storm. The dark haired girl was taken aback, but managed to laugh it off.

“Sure, sure, I was just joking.”

“No, you were being a bitch.”

“Jeeze, calm down, I was…”

“You were being a bitch,” Jo said in that flat tone.

“Well, excuuuuse me!”

Tori was afraid there was about to be a fight. She pitied Monica if there was. Jo would kick her ass soundly, of that she was certain.

“Jesus H. Christ, we’re here to have fun. Knock it off, both of you,” Candice shouted.

Jo smiled and took a sip of her coke while Monica managed not to put her foot in her mouth and let it go.

Tori barley noticed the next two girls on stage. She was in her own little world as Shauna came over and plopped down in Jo’s lap.

“What did you think?” she asked excitedly.

“Great! How much did you make?” Veronica asked.

“Almost fifty, but at least half of it was from you guys,” she said, taking a swig of Jo’s coke.

She stayed and they all talked while a girl named Raquel danced on the stage. As the song was ending she stood up.

“Gotta get to work, be back later,” she said as she hurried over to a guy waving to her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, on center stage it’s Strawberry. Dixie and Raquel are on the side stages and all of our girls are available for table and private dances. Two for one beer specials are available at the rear bar or through your waitress and remember to tip these girls.”

A new waitress came by and everyone ordered drinks. Tori wasn’t paying a lot of attention to the girl on stage, a trim black girl with fire engine red hair. She was half watching Bunny, bumping and grinding in a big black man’s lap and half watching Strawberry when Comanche suddenly plopped down in her lap.

She had changed outfits, now sporting a blue satin bra and blue micro mini with matching stockings and black stiletto heels. Having this incredibly sexy girl in sitting in her lap was the strongest sexual thrill she had ever known. It would have been perfect, except for the laughter and comments of her friends.

“Feel like a dance?” she purred in Tori’s ear.

Tori was shocked, embarrassed as could be and utterly at a loss. The others were all laughing, and urging her to do it.

“How much for a private dance?” Jo asked.

“Thirty bucks for three songs.”

“Come on, everybody kick in,” the tall girl said, tossing a twenty on the table.

The others quickly tossed bills in the pile and Tori felt herself flush, though she wasn’t sure it was all embarrassment.

Comanche scooped up the bills, stuffed them in her bra and stood up. Grabbing Tori’s hand she led the nearly petrified girl back past a grinning bouncer. Comanche held her hand firmly while trying the first two doors they passed, the third one opened and Comanche stepped in, pulling Tori along behind her.

The room was painted a dark green and lit with subtle lighting. Tori was astounded to see one wall was composed of a two way mirror that looked out on the main room from behind the center stage. Comanche gently pushed Tori down into the single furnishing, an overstuffed chair.

The music from out front was being piped in over speakers concealed in the floor.

“Get ready, baby, I’m going to knock your socks off,” Comanche said as the song faded and another began.

She locked eyes with Tori and her hips began to sway to the music. Tori couldn’t move as she watched Comanche remove her top, letting her breasts bounce free. She moved closer and turned, bending at the waist as she pushed the short skirt down. Tori wanted so badly to touch that silky expanse of golden skin, but she was too afraid to move.

Comanche stood, turned around, placed her hand on her hip and cocked her head.

“I come in here ten times a night usually, with guys that make my skin crawl. I don’t begrudge them their little fancies, but I finally come in here with a cute little fox and you sit there like a statue. What gives?”

“I don’t know what I can do,” Tori said at last.

“Whatever I decide you can,” Comanche laughed.

She put a knee on either side of Tori’s hips and slid into the chair, until their pelvises were pressed together. When Tori didn’t move, the tall girl placed her hands on Tori’s wrists and gently guided them to her behind.

Tori was still unsure, but her hands seemed to know what they were doing as she stroked and squeezed the soft, yet resilient skin of Comanche’s ass.

“Yessssss,” the girl hissed in Tori’s ear.

Her hips were working in time to the music, and her breasts were pressed into Tori’s. She had her head down and was nibbling on Tori’s neck. She sat up quickly and again looked into Tori’s eyes.

Tori couldn’t break eye contact. She saw amusement in those eyes, but also compassion or concern or something. It was so hard to think.

“You’re like a kitten,” she said softly.


“Yeah. Soft, small, curious but scared and so very cute.”

Tori blushed. This whole evening had been so strange and now she couldn’t tell if she was being complimented or insulted. The drinks and grass obviously had something to do with her state, but she knew this beautiful girl’s attention would have rattled her wits even without them.

“Well, kittens love milk, so lets try this,” Comanche said, catching one of her breasts and guiding the nipple to Tori’s lips. She gently rubbed the hardened nipple over Tori’s lips. Tori was beside herself. She didn’t know what to do. All of her secret fantasies and even her imaginings from her reading hadn’t prepared her for the moment when she could act on them.

“Come on, all babies love nipples. You look hungry and Mommy’s here with your dinner.”

Tori shuddered as her desire spiked wildly. She hesitantly parted her lips and Comanche pressed her torso forward, pushing her nipple and areola into Tori’s mouth.

“Mmmm,” she growled, when Tori cautiously rolled her tongue around that thick, golden nipple.

Her skin was salty, but sweet and it just got sweeter as Tori pulled at the nipple in her mouth. Her hands were still stroking the soft skin of Comanche’s ass as the girl rotated her hips in Tori’s lap. She could have just stayed there forever, but Comanche pulled back. The nipple leaving Tori’s mouth made an incredibly sexy popping sound.

Tori looked up at the girl quizzically, causing her to laugh.

“Other one is feeling neglected,” she said in that sexy whisper, before guiding it to Tori’s lips.

This time they parted unhesitantly and she greedily sucked, rolling the nipple and puckered areola under her tongue as she sucked.

Time lost all meaning as her world shrunk down to just her and the soft, salty, sexy girl in her lap. Comanche’s mound, bumping and rubbing against Tori’s pussy was driving her crazy. She barely noticed when the girl sat back and slowed her pace.

“Just about out of time, kitten. Be a good little girl help mummy get those jeans down.”

Comanche’s hands were already working on her fly as she was speaking and the only help she needed was Tori raising her ass. Comanche left the jeans around Tori’s ankles and slid back into her lap. She pushed her hand between their bodies, burrowing under the waistband and into the steamy confines of Tori’s red panties.

Comanche expertly found her entrance and curled two fingers into her tight passage. Tori was so wet she experienced no pain, only a wild thrill. Comanche pressed her mound to her wrist and began that rolling motion Tori has so loved earlier. Except now, with each stab forward Comanche drove her fingers into Tori’s molten sex.

Two thrusts and Tori was moaning. In ten she was biting her lip and fighting back the rising tide. Comanche seemed to be taking her cue from the driving rhythm of the music. Somewhere between halfbeats, Tori’s body stiffened and on the downbeat she felt her pussy quiver in delight.

Pure bliss raced through her system like a runaway freight train and slammed into her mind in an explosion of sparks. She saw starbursts and heard a rushing wave like the ocean in her ears as the pleasure carried her away. Her cry of pleasure was eclipsed by the shriek of a guitar and the pounding blast of the drums as the musicians reached their crescendo.

Comanche slid down her body, pushing her legs wide. She wrapped one hand around Tori’s thigh and used it to pull her pussy open. Tori opened her eyes in time to see Comanche push her nose into Tori’s pubes. At the first contact of her tongue on Tori’s exposed clit, she came again.

It was unreal, the explosions of pleasure from her pussy coming again and again, seemingly timed to match each swipe of that silken tongue over her clit. Her back arched, she whimpered and found it impossible to breathe as her body convulsed again and again. When she felt a long finger slide into her passage another blast of unreal euphoria tore through her already quivering body. Again and again and again the waves of pleasure assailed her mind, until she lost all connection with reality. She was totally absorbed in it, oblivious to all else.

When she regained some semblance of reason, she found Comanche already had her top and skirt back on. The dark headed girl helped her to her feet and watched in amusement as Tori tried to get her pants refastened.

“Thanks babe,” she said, taking Tori’s face in her hands.

Comanche kissed her then, not a peck but a deep, tongue swirling, toe curling soul kiss. When it broke, she opened the door and escorted Tori back to the main room.

Tori’s legs were like rubber bands and she stumbled towards the table. Jo was at her side instantly, with a strong arm around her waist.

“Must have been some dance,” Veronica laughed.

“You okay, Tor?” Jo asked, the concern in her voice cutting off further comments.

“I’m a little dizzy,” she managed.

“Gimme the keys,” Jo said theatrically.

Tori looked into her friends eyes and knew with certainty that Jo knew. She knew, too that Jo was covering for her, giving her the out of letting the drinks explain her flushed face and disorientation. As she handed them over, a secret smile passed between them. The kind that only the most intimate friends ever shared.

“Waitress, another round!” Monica hollered.

“Yeah, Tori’s getting blasted!” Veronica enthused.

Tori decided she couldn’t fight it, so she gulped down another drink as her friends egged her on. It would be okay. Jo would look after her.


“Oh god, please,” Tori groaned after another round of dry heaves passed.

Jo laughed as she picked her smaller friend up and deposited her in the shower. Jo turned the taps on hot and closed the curtain. Tori groaned as the hot water hit her skin and feebly tried to crawl out of the shower. She gave up when her stomach lurched and just laid down at the back of the stall.

After several minutes, her stomach calmed somewhat and the pounding in her ears subsided to a dull throb. Jo helped her out and dried her off with a big fuzzy towel. Tori was used to Saturday mornings doing this, but she was used to being on the other side of the towel.

Back in the room, Jo had coffee made and Tori managed to choke down some ramen noodles. She slept most of the day and when she awoke, the room was dark and still. Jo was sitting at her desk with only the computer screen casting a weak glow on her face.

“How do you feel?” she asked when she realized Tori was awake.

“Awful. I won’t ever do that again.”

Jo laughed softly while closing her laptop down.

“We all say that. Hopefully, you’ll be like the rest of us and break the vow before too long.”

“I don’t think so,” Tori said, feeling her stomach lurch when she tried to sit up.

“Best get a move on, we’re already late for the party at the Alpha house.”

“Take my keys. I’m not up for anything right now.”

“Ya sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Jo was watching her and Tori felt herself blush. She knew something needed to be said about last night, but words failed her. She knew Jo knew and she regretted not telling her sooner. Best friends didn’t keep such secrets from each other.

“Jo, I…”


“Don’t what?”

“Don’t tell me you’re a dyke. I know you feel the need to, but don’t. It’s all good.”

“You sure? I mean…”

“Let it drop please,” Jo said, standing quickly and grabbing Tori’s keys.

“All right,” she whispered as her friend breezed out of the room.

Tori cried then. The hurt in Jo’s voice and posture had been so evident. She felt terrible, but had no clue how to fix things.


Jo stayed out Saturday night and all of Sunday. She came in long after Tori had fallen asleep and left before the crack of dawn. Tori spent all day trying to figure out how to make things right. She finally decided she would have to brave the storm and say her piece, even if Jo tried to stop her. It was a daunting prospect, but when she saw the light was on in the room when she got in from her late lab she was determined to do it.

“Jo, I…” she began as she opened the door to her room and walked in.

When she saw Comanche sitting there with Jo, she froze. Jo laughed, stood up and walked out the door. She paused in the hall and looked back in.

“You two have fun, fuck, whatever. I’ll stay out till you give me a ring,” she said before pecking Tori on the cheek and firmly closing the door.

Tori just stood there until the silence became awkward.

“You might as well sit down, Kitten,” Comanche said in that same soft voice she had used in the private room.

“What’s going on?” Tori managed.

“Well, it’s a long story. Can I get you a beer? Or better yet some wine? I brought a bottle of Chardonnay. Jo said that’s your favorite.”

Comanche rose and turned her back on Tori, taking a chilled bottle out of the small fridge she and Jo shared.

“How do you know Jo? I’m so confused.”

“I met Jo in her freshman year. I was TAing one of her classes.”

“You’re a student?” Tori asked incredulously.

Despite her confusion, she could feel tendrils of desire coiling in her tummy as she watched Comanche moving. It wasn’t the calculated eroticism of a dancer, just a naturally sinuous and fluid motion, but when paired with such a gorgeous body, it was highly erotic.

“Grad student. Working on my masters in social anthropology, with an emphasis on Native American customs and religion.”

“Why do you work at a strip club then?”

“I do come from a reservation,” she said as she sat back down and handed Tori a glass of wine, “that isn’t bullshit for the crowd.”

She took a swallow of her beer before continuing. Her eyes locked with Tori’s.

“It pays good, for one thing. For another, it’s a night job and I make more two nights a week there than I would at any other job in town. I’ve got a grant, but it leaves very little to live on, much less money to send home every month to help my folks out. I’ve got three sisters and they’re all sharp as tacks, but finding the money to send them to college is tough for my folks, so I get by on my grant money and send what I earn back to them for the girl’s college funds.”


“Surprised?” she asked with an enigmatic smile.

“Why didn’t Jo act like she knew you?” Tori asked, not feeling comfortable answering the question.

“Well, Jo knows I’m a dyke. I put a move on her before she told me she didn’t swing that way. Embarrassing, to say the least. We laugh about it now though. She knows my steady graduated and took up with some guy in Hollywood who promised to help her advance her acting career. I’m pretty sure he’ll get her into porn and I hope she chokes on all that dick.” she said vehemently.

When she noticed how Tori flinched, Comanche blushed.

“Sorry. I guess you can tell I’m still hurt, huh? Anyways, I’ve been down in the dumps and Jo was worried about me. She was also upset that Shauna was considering dancing. That girl ain’t the brightest bulb in the chandelier and Jo was worried she would end up at one of the real dives. So when Shauna decided she was going to go through with it, Jo asked me to put in a good word for her with Maurice. No sweat, he’s always looking for new girls and I picked up a fifty buck bonus when she started work. Arabia ain’t the best club in town, but Maurice is retired and just runs it for something to do, so he isn’t out to fuck anyone over and he’s a nice old fellow. Kinda gets sweet on his girls and looks after us well.”

“All right, but that still doesn’t explain…”

“Patience, kitten, I’m coming to that. In between worrying about me and worrying about Shauna, Jo’s been worrying about you.”

“Me? But why?”

“You don’t go out. You don’t date. You’re depressed a lot. She’s a really great friend and she really cares about you.”

“I know.”

“So she started to wonder if you were les or bi and just afraid to approach anyone. She found your stash, by the way.”

“Oh my god,” Tori exclaimed, blushing beet red.

“I’m her only dyke friend, so of course she came to me for advice. I’m not going to lie to you, after she told me all about you and showed me some pictures, I was determined to meet you, but things just never worked out. Jo was afraid I was too hard assed for you.”

Tori was still blushing, imagining Jo going through her collection of lesbian books. She thought she kept them in a safe place, but apparently not. Especially embarrassing was the knowledge that the bindings would fall open to her favorite passages in most of them.

“That changed when she saw some of your porn,” she said, grinning when Tori shook her head.

“She still wasn’t sure though, so we came up with getting you to the club. If you showed an interest, great, it was up to me to land you. If not, no embarrassment for Jo or hurt for me or you.”

“So if I hadn’t shown an interest?”

“We wouldn’t have even met, except for maybe me trying to get you to get a table dance. Of course Jo was going to pay for a private dance when I did, that was part of the plan.”

“That stinker!”

“Go easy on her. If you aren’t interested, I’ll walk. She’s just your best friend and she was a little hurt you had never told her. I told her just a few minutes ago you were cherry, probably having a lot of issues with it, so she felt better.”

“I’m not angry. I love her even more for introducing us, even if it was sneaky.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that. You’re hotter than hell, but damn, you sure made me work for it.”

“I’ve never been so nervous,” Tori admitted.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous and shy is very sexy on you. It was all I could do not to throw you over my shoulder and take you home.”

“I wish you had.”

“Well, don’t know you well enough to do my Conan routine on you,” she said with a smile.

Tori didn’t know what to say to that. For a long while they just sipped their drinks and looked at one another.

“Now what?” Tori asked.

“Depends on you, Kitten. I won’t lie, I’d love to get into your pants, but I’m not too caught up in sex. If you need time, we can go slow. I’d like to date you, not just be fuck buddies. I’ve had enough of that shit.”

“I don’t know what’s best, but I know I’ve been dreaming about you and I’m dying for you to fuck me again,” Tori said, blushing madly.

“I haven’t fucked you yet darling,” Comanche said with a crooked grin.

“You haven’t?”

“No, but I will, if you want me to. I came prepared,” she said, standing again and thrusting her hips forward while sticking her fingers in the belt loops of her jeans and pulling them tight.

Tori’s eyes got big as she stared at the large bulge where she would expect to see a camel toe. In her imagination she could see the exotic girl between her legs, fucking her silly like her favorite characters in her books did to their girlfriends.

“What ya say, Kitten?”

“Coman…say, what is your name?”

“Linda Smith, believe it or not,” she said with an ironic cocking of an eyebrow.


“My ancestors were civilized,” she said, holding up both hands with two fingers to indicate quotes around the word, which came out so full of disdain Tori could feel it.

“I’m sorry,” Tori said.

Linda laughed deeply and moved around the desk, pulling Tori to her feet.

“No need for you to be sorry. You didn’t do it. I’m long past blaming people, though I’m still an activist for recognition of the wrongs done to us. That doesn’t bother you does it?”


“Good. Now, are you ready for Conan, cause I’m just about to go crazy wanting you,” she said seriously.

“I’ve been wanting you since we left the club,” Tori replied after a moment’s hesitation.

She didn’t know what to expect, but the next thing she knew she was upside down, thrown over the tall girl’s shoulder. Tori squealed in surprise and again when Linda tossed her onto the upper bunk. The tall girl climbed up and threw herself on top of Tori with a sexy growl.

Tori felt Linda’s hands rip her blouse open, the spray of buttons making hollow sounds as they hit the floor. Linda’s mouth was on her neck, sucking so hard it was sure to leave a mark and occasionally nipping. She pulled Tori’s bra down beneath her breasts and began to roughly massage them, pinching the nipples and pulling them out from her body.

Tori made a noise that she had never made before. It was part moan, part groan and part whimper. It seemed to set Linda off as she slid down Tori’s body and captured a nipple in her mouth. Her teeth were small and sharp and send shivers through Tori’s body as the dark headed girl nipped and sucked. Linda’s hands found Tori’s belt and quickly undid it. In short order, Tori felt her button and the zipper yield to those nimble hands. Linda sat up suddenly, pulling Tori’s jeans and panties down her legs.

Tori raised her legs and allowed Linda to pull the jeans off. She lost a shoe in the process and kicked off the other as Linda tossed her jeans to the floor. While still on her knees, Linda opened her fly and pulled out a wicked looking dildo. It was black and fat and drooped under its own weight. Tori felt her insides go all quivery at the sight of it.

Linda fell back onto her then, her mouth again licking and sucking Tori’s sensitive nipple while her hand roughly massaged her pussy. Tori groaned when Linda thrust a single finger deeply into her, it was joined almost immediately by a second. Sparks of pleasure shot into her head as those fingers sawed in and out. She arched her back and mewled in pleasure as Linda chewed on her left nipple.

The tall girl sat up abruptly, and caught one of Tori’s legs. She heaved it over, forcing the smaller girl to roll over onto her tummy. Linda’s hands grabbed her hips and pulled upwards.

“On your knees, bitch,” she commanded.

Tori readily complied. Her whole body was quivering with desire and the rough words seemed to twist the knife of desire she felt in her tummy. Linda pushed Tori’s legs outwards with her knees and grasped her cock. She rubbed the head up and down Tori’s lips.

“Tell me you want it, you hot little bitch.”

Tori wanted to speak. She wanted to parrot the words like her fictional heroines did, but she couldn’t make her mouth work.

“Tell me you want this big fat toy jammed up into that sweet cunt,” Linda demanded.

The sound of Linda’s hand smacking her ass was like a shot in the small room. Tori yelped as the hot pain flared and subsided to a penetrating warmth that suffused her cheek.

“See? You can talk. Now tell mummy what you want in that filthy little fuck hole of yours.”

The words! They were killing her. Setting her blood on fire and fueling an all consuming need in her pussy. She had no idea how Linda could know, but she didn’t care anymore. She just had to get fucked.

“Ohhh, please,” Tori groaned.

“Tell me, do you want this nice fat cock?”

“Yes, please” Tori whined.

“Take it!” Linda barked, driving the dildo into Tori with a strong thrust.

She was so wet and ready the toy met little resistance. Tori felt stuffed, and her body jerked as more and more of it was jammed into her. Linda had her hands digging into the flesh of Tori’s hips and she was soon pounding into the shuddering girl with abandon.

Tori was in heaven. Her body was responding to the stabbing thrusts, her hips throwing herself back onto the thick toy. Her mind was fogged by a lust she had only dreamed possible. When Linda’s hands left her hips and wound into her hair, Tori’s breath caught in her throat. The Indian girl pulled back hard, raising Tori to her hands and then bending her back. She used Tori’s hair like reins, pulling her back to meet the thrusts as she picked up speed.

The only sounds in the room were the slap of Linda’s hips on her ass and the juicy, squishy sounds of the big toy methodically sliding in and out of her sopping pussy.

Tori’s body was so tense she felt like every fiber of her being was being stretched to the limit. Tension built in her stomach and lower back until she felt she was about to explode.

“Cum you little slut,” Linda gasped.

Tori just fell apart as a massive contraction in her pussy was followed by rapid fire tensing and releasing. Each pulse sent signals to her brain that were so impossibly sharp and pleasurable she had trouble coping. She heard a screeching scream of animal pleasure, but couldn’t reconcile that feral sound with anything she could make. Another blast from her pussy sent her reeling off into a place of fantastic shapes and colors and sensations.

She wasn’t sure how, but Linda had rolled over on her side. She was holding Tori’s leg up and still driving into her pussy. Her free hand had slid to the top of Tori’s slit and was grinding on her clitoral area in time to the thrusts. Another orgasm took her with even greater intensity than the first. She was barely coherent when another massive contraction blasted her with pure bliss.


The room was warm and dark. Tori had been lying on her back, her head resting on Linda’s arm as she contentedly suckled from one of Linda’s big breasts. Linda was smiling and gently stroking her head, brushing stray hairs from her eyes.

“That was incredible,” Tori managed at last.

“Better than your books?”


“Good. I wanted it to be the best for you,” Linda said softly.

“I had no idea you were so butch.”

Linda laughed softly and gently pulled Tori’s head back to her nipple.

“I like it hard sometimes. I like it soft, too. It depends on my mood and my partner’s needs. So I can play the top, the big bad butch, or the bottom, it’s all good.”

“You were just perfect,” Tori said dreamily.

“I should think so. I got Jo to show me your stash,” she replied, laughing when Tori sat straight up.

“Relax, baby,” Linda said, gently pulling her back down to the bed.

Tori was mortified, but Linda held her close and smiled.

“There’s nothing wrong with liking it hard. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone has their own little kinks, I’m just glad yours was one I could accommodate.”

“It’s strange,” Tori said finally.

“What’s strange?”

“Well. This was perfect, I mean just like I had always imagined it would be. But…”

“But what?”

“But, I really enjoyed it at the club too. I’ve never had any fantasy like that.”

“There’s a whole world of variations, kitten. Some you’ll like, some you won’t, some will be take it or leave it. You never know till you try them. Don’t set limits without giving things a try. Just stay honest with me and I’ll stay honest with you and we can explore any you wish.”

“I’m just…”

“You’re just afraid you’ll want to try something and I’ll think you’re a freak,” Linda said with a grin.


“Baby, we’re all freaks, every one of us, in our own way. Now I need to go.”


“Because you and Jo need to talk and I don’t want to get in the way,” she said as she climbed out of the bed and stuffed the toy back into her jeans.

“When will I see you again?” Tori asked.

“Tomorrow, if you want to go to dinner with me, I’d love to take you out.”


Tori was sitting on her bed, when Jo let herself into the room.

“Have fun?” she asked as she took her jacket off.

“She knocked my socks off,” Tori replied.

“Good for you,” Jo said as she laughed and got a beer out of the fridge.

“Thanks Jo,” Tori said quietly.

“If you had told me, you could have been having wild monkey sex all semester.”

“I didn’t know for sure and it was so embarrassing, ya know?”

“Sure,” Jo said.

Tori could feel the discomfort slipping in and she wasn’t going to allow it.

“I really didn’t know.”

“It’s cool.”

“No, it isn’t cool. I hurt you and I’m sorry.”

Something in her words made Jo look up and their eyes locked. Jo searched her face and then a smile split her lips.

“It’s okay, Tor. You don’t have to say anything else. I don’t need it. I was hurt, but I really didn’t have any right to be, I just assumed there was nothing we couldn’t say to each other. I just now realized there were some things you couldn’t say to yourself and I should have known that. Friends forever?”

“Forever,” Tori said, smiling as she lay back on her bunk.

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