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Title: A Day In The Life Of A Stripper
Author: CleoChick
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Two women have sex. If this bothers you, you shoudl go somewhere else.
Summary: You are a stripper. You meet Sarge. Boinking ensues
Disclaimer: I don’t own her, and *sigh* I never will :)
You see her as soon as you step onstage. She is sitting in a corner, drinking nothing. As you prowl seductively across the stage, wearing only a bra and loin cloth, you make note of her blond hair, her brown eyes, her beautifully toned body.
As you gyrate, to cat calls from all the male members of your audience, you keep your eyes on her. She moves a bit, and her cloak falls back. You catch sight of her gauntlets and smile. She is a warrior. You've always loved warriors. You continue your seductive dance, eyes never leaving the blond haired beauty.
As the music quickens, so do your steps, and you move over to where she sits, her eyes now burning into yours. You lean in close and whisper "wait for me outside my rooms." Praying fervently that she will do so, you finish your dance, the whistles following you backstage.
Aria, your friend, congratulates you. "That was great!" she says. "I'm not sure any of the guys out there are still standing. A few more dances like that and you won't be working for common scum any more." She smiles widely before giving you a tight hug.
"Aria," you gasp, sure you can hear your ribs cracking.
She smiles and lets you go. "So... that blond chick out there... old friend?"
You blink. "Um, no, but... I'm hoping." You grin and wiggle your eyebrows.
She grins back and slaps you on the butt. "Go get her, girl!"
You enter your change room, grumbling about over enthusiastic friends.
Ten minutes later, you hear a soft tap on your door. Smiling nervously, you open it and admit the blond woman into your room.
You barely have time to gasp before her lips are on yours, closing the door behind her with her foot. You open your mouth to her probing tongue, meeting it with your own. She pushes you onto the small cot which your change room contains, pulling her top off as she goes. "Wanted you," she gasps. "Wanted you from the moment I saw you."
You can only moan in response as she pulls your shirt off and sucks on first one of your nipples, then the other.
"Now," you mutter.
She ignores you and continues her ministrations on your nipples.
"NOW!" you shout.
She grins and pulls back. "Say please."
You grumble a bit, but finally, "please."
She smiles and pulls of the remaining clothing on both your bodies before, using her talented fingers and mouth, she guides you over the top, letting you fall into your orgasm screaming.
And then it's your turn.
Smiling wickedly, you taste every part of her, slowly pulling her to the crest of her pleasure until her orgasm hits her violently.
You lie in her arms, smiling contentedly
"I'm Sarge."
"Mmmm?"
"You don't know my name. It's Sarge."
You grin. "Such a perfect name for a warrior," you say.
She smiles wryly. "It's not actually my name, but it seemed more fitting, you know."
"So..." you trail off.
"So," she says back. "Did you bring it?"
You nod, reluctantly getting up. You crawl under your bed and pull out a small case, which you hand to her. "All six of them."
She opens the case and counts the energy cells. "Good." She closes the lid with a snap. "Here's your stuff." She hands you a small package which you open quickly.
You go through the documents and letters. "All here," you say thankfully.
"Yes, now I have to be going. We'll contact you if we need your services again," Sarge says.
You nod, wishing she would stay but knowing she won't. "Well, okay then," you mutter. "Bye."
She raises an eyebrow at your tone, but doesn't comment on it. "Goodbye." And she slips out the door.
