Romans de A.C. Rayne

The drive to Izzy's house is short, only two blocks from the club. When she found this little ranch on a dead end street she was so excited. Said it was exactly what she needed and she didn't have any nosey neighbors poking around so that was a plus. We don't talk, but it isn't an awkward silence, just two people thinking over their day. When we pull into her garage we keep the silence between us as we grab our bags and go inside. The mudroom is one of her favorite rooms in the house; one of the only ones she's finished since she bought the place. The walls are a pale silver, which I never knew even existed. The floor took her days to do, a dark night sky done in epoxy. It's beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Just like Izzy. Our bags hit the floor and shoes come off before I head to the living room and she heads to the kitchen. Hopefully to grab some snacks. I plop down in her oversized recliner and curl myself into a ball while I wait for her to come in here. The living roo

The last part of the show is when Izzy lays on the floor, the pole between her legs. I slowly slide up and down, twirling and playing with my own nipples. She sits there, unable to reach me with her whip, but still trying. I slide down and move back up before she reach me everytime. I throw one leg out, letting the other one stay wrapped around the pole as I spin around sliding down until I land on top of Izzy. I pin her hands over her head and trail kisses down her stomach until the lights dim, telling us our time is over. We walk off the stage, well more like stumble, behind the bar so Thomas can let us back in the room. The crowd erupts with claps, and whistles, making it sound a lot busier than it was when we got here. I don't dwell on that though. I just make my way through the room and wait to hear the door click shut behind up before I pull Izzy to me and our lips clash in a desparate, needy way.We finally realize, too late, the other girls that are in the room. We hear a few

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."We both giggle and walk towards him, all nerves leaving my body as it prepares itself for what it's meant to do. I push down any lingering fear and morph my face into the bad ass bitch I know I am. "You ready babe?" Izzy asks as she slaps my ass, then grabs a handful. "Jesus, it's better than I remember. I can't wait to shove my face in all that ass tonight." "Promises, promises love. Now, let's go show these girls how it's done."When we walk out onto the stage, the one right in the middle of the club, my favorite stage. Everything falls into the back of my he

"That girl on the stage in front of us, what's her name?" I ask, desparate to talk about something other than sex for once. "Stage name or real one?" She asks, as she slides my scotch closer to me and takes a sip of hers. "Either one. I just don't want to talk about her without knowing her name." Izzy laughs as I hit the last of the blunt before sitting it down in the ashtray. Old habits die hard. "Stage name is Starlight." I raise my eyebrows, not sure I want to speak on the similarity."Yea, I know love. Dangerously close to yours. Skyline still has a better ring to it though." Izzy says as he runs her hands up my thighs. "She's sloppy. She has decent form, but shitty transition." "You should show her how to do it then." Izzy says with a smirk and I just stare at her. It's been almost four years since I was on a stage. It's like riding a bike though, something you never forget how to do. It's in my bones. My years in ballet helped me develop a love for dancing that borders obse

Izzy lets me slide into the booth first, then holds up a finger before she walks away. She's back in seconds with a bottle of my favorite scotch and two glasses. A blunt rests between her lips and I sigh in relief. That's exactly what I need. I realized years ago that me and pills don't mix. Pain pills make me itch and get me way to drowsy and antidepressants make me so depressed I can't get out of bed. The only thing that's helped me in life is weed and liquor in moderation, of course. She fills both glasses and slides mine to me before lighting the blunt and hitting it a few times before passing that over too. I take a drink and let it linger on my tongue, missing the taste that fills my mouth. Jack doesn't like me drinking liquor, says it isn't what refined women do. I doubt refined women bounce on dicks in offices too, but I stop myself from going too far down that road. "What happened babe?" Izzy asks as I close my eyes and lean my head against her shoulder. I take another hit

I suck in air and try to steel my spine to go inside when the door opens and someone steps out. Not someone, Izzy. She stands in front of the door, head swiveling to all sides as she looks around. I open the car door and step out, one heel after another. My door slams shut and I stand there in my halter dress and heels, arms folded around me. I feel the minute her eyes register me. It's like being under a hot lamp, on display for everyone to see. "Sky is that you?" She asks, curiosity heavy in her voice. I nod but realize she probably can't see me. "Yea Iz, it's me. You got a second?" I ask."For you, anytime babe. Let me just go tell Thomas. Unless you want to come in with, for old time's sake?" I nod and follow after her, unsure if I should be going back through these doors. It took a lot of me to walk away from this life that I loved. I thought I was walking into something I loved more, my husband. I take Izzy's hand as we walk through the door and something deep in my bones set