Chapter 4

"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 obsession. I turn innocent, classical songs into sex craved scenes. It's exhilirating. 

I shake my head. "I can't, Iz. It's been years."

"Of course you can babe. I'll go up with you. We can do one of our dual acts. You know this bar hasn't seen one of those since you left right? I can't match these girls' energy, so I can't perform with them. This is for me just as much as it's for us. I miss putting on a show for needy men."

I slide off her lap, grabbing my scotch to finish what's left. When I set the glass down, she pulls my forehead to hers, making her lips brush against mine. I lean into her soft lips until I feel her mouth open enough to slide my tongue in. Her hands tangle in my hair, as mine slide up to her neck, a moan escaping my mouth before I can stop it. She smiles into the kiss, pulling back slowly. 

"I know how much better you perform when you're sexually frustrated. Let's go tell Thomas the changes."

"I've been sexually frustated for four years now, babe. I'm more worried about not falling on my face after drinking half that bottle. I'm not allowed to drink the heavy stuff at home." She stops her pace and shakes her head before moving forward again. 

"Thomas, we have a little favor." I say as we get close enough to the bar to speak.

"Ah, there's that lovely voice of yours. Anything for you two, what do you need?" He asks before he lets out a small laugh. "You're gonna get up there ain't ya?" I nod and his face breaks into a huge smile, one that makes him look more than a twenty year old than the forty year old he is. 

"Actually Thomas, both of us are going up." Izzy says, smirk in place. Thomas wasn't here for any of our dual performances. They weren't planned, just happened when it felt right. We usually had huge crowds in and needed something different if we wanted to stay fresh.

Thomas' blue eyes open wide before he laughs and moves behind the bar to open the door to the backroom. Izzy could have gotten us here just fine, but he's enjoying this so why stop him. 

"I can't wait to see what you two have in store. Put some of these uptight bitches in their places." He shuts the door behind us as we walk through, and memories fill my head. Me holding myself up on the pole upside down while Izzy licks me from front to back. The time Georgia joined in when we were soaking in the tub, the three of us in our own world, not knowing the big boss was watching us with the common area camera. We didn't find out about us putting on a show for the men until the bosses second hand came in himself one night, amusement written all of his handsome face. 

Now I'm flushed and my pussy throbs with need. It's a sad state really. I've never been denied good sex, yet I've gone so long without it, I'm drenched just thinking about past times. 

"What routine do you want to do?" Izzy asks as she flicks through different outfits. 

"Which one do you think will get the point across?" I ask as I run through some quick stretches. It's been too long since I've done this and I would hate to get a cramp half way through, or better yet while I'm stuck holding onto the pole. 

"This one." She pulls out the leather outfits, the ones we use for dominatrix scenes. I laugh, not surprised at all. We worked on this one, but never let it see the light of day. It's slightly dramatic, but slutty as hell and that's exactly what I need. I need to throw myself into myself, my ego is shattered, my pride broken. The only thing I can do is dance myself into oblivion. 

I pull on the leather triangles that only cover my nipples, loving the rough feel of the fabric against my skin. I miss these outfits, the acting that comes with being on stage. The leather thong isn't as comfortable since my ass is slightly larger than most of the other girls and it digs into my hips. Izzy hands me a different leather thong, one that has a little diamond that rests at the top of my ass. Her leather corset pushes her fabulous breasts up, practically spilling out of the top. Her long legs are covered in leather chaps, her bare ass and pussy exposed. She holds her whip, the one none of the other girls were ever able to hold onto for long, and hands me the flogger I prefer to use. There's more than one way to use it, and I incorporate it all into the scene.