LOGINWe 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 head as we take our places in the dark, the lights won't be on for the first part. We both climb the pole and straddle it, our legs intertwining to hold us in place. My mouth lays little kisses around her neck, trailing down before the music kicks in and dim lights come on. The outside noise from the customers die down as they realize this is something new. She throws her head back, giving me better access as we both slide down the pole slowly. She pulls her legs free and falls into the splits, her whip coming up to slap my ass allowing me to move on the pole. I bend backwards, my lips meeting hers as the hand with the flogger comes down to tickle the crack of her ass. She slowly peels her lips from mine as we make eye contact and she leans backwards to spread her legs. I stick my tongue out and lick her clit slowly, savoring the sweet taste of her I've missed for far too long. I hear groans and people moving in the crowd, but that only excites me more. I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking loudly before she squeals and I pull away. She slaps my ass with her whip again, and I pull myself upright, slowly pulling myself up the pole, away from her. She slaps my ass again with her whip and rips my legs from the pole, spreading me wide.
I try to hold in the moan when her tongue hits my pussy, but I'm so pent up I might explode from need. My head falls back and the moan leaves my lips as she teases me with light kisses and slowly sticking her tongue in and out of me. My arms start to shake and she can tell I'm close so she pulls back and smacks me with the whip again. I wrap my legs around the pole to give my arms a break, and let my palms hit the stage floor. My body is stretched out with the pole, on full display as she loosens the strings to my top and my breasts fall out. Low whistles break out in the crowd, as she trails the whip down my body, making shivers course through me. The little leather strands hit my throbbing clit and it does nothing to stop to growing ache.
She slaps my ass again, but this time I twerk the pole between my asscheeks and slowly bend backwards removing myself from it. Izzy slaps my ass with her whip and I turn to her, grabbing her by her throat and pushing her into the pole. It settles between her ass as I pull on the string of her corset, needing her nipples in my mouth. It's one of my favorite things about Izzy. She has the most perfect pink nipples. It pools at her feet as I tease her nipple with my tongue. My hand releases her and moves to the pole as I grip above her head to pull myself over her. Once my pussy is right in her face, she dives in, no longer holding back. I whimper and start to let go before I realize it and tighten my grip. I didn't cum yet, but I'm close enough that I need to move. My pussy is soaked and I use that to my advantage as I dip my fingers from my free hand into my pussy and pull them out, shoving them into Izzy's mouth.
Her eyes open wide, this wasn't exactly part of our routine, but I needed that to stop myself from cumming. She seems to sense that tho and moves from my clit to my ass, burying her face in between my cheeks like she promised. Her whip meets my ass again and she moves to the bottom of the pole, wrapping her legs around it and slowly twirling as I do the same from my spot above her. I slowly slip down the pole until our bodies meet and we're borderline scissoring on the pole.
"Fuck." I hear her hiss before she slows her pace on twirling and starts to move herself from the pole. I reach out and grab onto her, pulling her by her hips towards me. I stay suspended sideways on the pole while I grab a handful of her breasts and bring it to my mouth. I circle her perfect little nipple with my tongue and her eyes roll back in her head, as I bring my other hand down to play with her clit. She widens her stance, letting me in as I lightly stroke her pussy, fingers drenched with her juices. She slaps my ass with her whip and I slide down the pole, dropping into the splits as I pull her close and drop down between her legs, mine wide open for all to see my dripping wet pussy as I devour hers. She cums before I can stop her, her wetness dripping down my face. I turn to face towards the crowd, letting them see her cum drip from my face. I slowly pull myself up using the pole, until my legs meet together around her and I can pull her into a kiss. She slaps my ass with her whip before we get to heavy into kissing and I climb back onto the pole, ready to finish the show.
A man heads towards us, no older than twenty, wearing the uniform of the staff. He doesn't look familiar though, so he must be new. I come here pretty often; their food is some of the best I've had. The drinks are just a plus. He picks up two waters from the server station and brings them over to our table. "Good afternoon, ladies. Your server will be right with you, could I get anything started for you?" He asks, his dark hair falling into his eyes. "That depends." I say as I look over to Izzy."Are you old enough to serve us liquor?" She asks in a more polite tone that I could have managed.He chuckles and nods his head. "Just turned twenty two last month, miss." He says, a smile on his handsome face. He's good looking for a young man, just needs a little more confidence. "Good. Can you get us two Mimosas please?" Izzy asks to which he nods and turns towards the bar."We can't fuck with him, can we?" I ask. I always ask because in this day and age something that was meant to be
I drive home in my trusty toyota, windows half down so my hair doesn't get ruined, radio at full blast. I am enjoying the last little bit of peace my brain has allowed me to have. What people don't understand about me, is that I do have all the same emotions as everyone else. I just don't show them or really know how to process that. My parents made sure I was a shell of who I could be while I lived with them. I really didn't become who I was until I went to college. My house sits at the end of the street, right next to the little playground the community pitched in for long before we moved here. The porch light is on, which irritates me since it's the middle of a beautifully sunny day. The house is dark though and Jack's car isn't in the driveway, so maybe I'll be able to put this off a little longer. I pull into my regular spot, not in the garage; never that. The garage is "a man's domain" even though Jack has never done any physical labor a day in his life. Wouldn't even know wha
We drink our coffee in silence, neither one of us ready to face today. I'm not sure what Izzy has going on today, but she has something on her mind and doesn't want to share yet. I need to face reality and see what's going on at my actual home and see if my husband has noticed I haven't been there. I almost would rather start all the way fresh somewhere new, but that just isn't realistic. It is the one thing I've always wanted though. Complete separation, just like my older brother. He comes around at Christmas, if he feels like it, and doesn't give a damn about how that makes my parents feel. I love that for him and have always envied him for it."You gonna handle your life today?" Izzy asks before sitting up and adjusting her robe."Yea. I can't keep putting it off. I still have three days off work, so I have time to figure out the rest of it, but I do need to see what's been happening at the house that holds my name on the deed." "Don't let him gaslight you babe. He literally add
I wake up on the balcony, laid out in the lawnchair Izzys tans in out here. She says since it's so high up she gets better attention from the sun up here. The sun hasn't fully shown it's face yet, but the sky is bright with orange and purple hues. I'm grateful I'm allowed to sit here and witness this; for it to be the first thing I see this morning. My soul really needed that. I don't hear Izzy moving around yet, and since I don't want to wake her I just sit here, letting the cool air brush across my face and stare at the sky. I should have known Jake was cheating on me. There were signs, plenty of them. But a prideful woman doesn't admit those things. A "refined woman" doesn't speak those words out loud. She doesn't cause a scene, doesn't yell or scream. Doesn't throw things and demand he choose a side. No. A "refined woman" takes the scraps her husband throws at her is is grateful for them. She takes the verbal abuse, the condenscending demeanor of the man vowed to love her. She a
By the time we pull into Izzy's garage, I am mentally and physically exhausted. Everything from the last few days hits me at once. I don't cry, I'll give myself that, but I do stare at the plain white garage wall for longer than I need to. "You ready?" Izzy asks. The ding starts as soon as she opens her door and it brings me back to the here and now. "Ready as I'm gonna be tonight." I answer, opening my own door and stepping into the humid space.As soon as we get inside Izzy drops her bags and starts stripping clothes off. It takes less than one minute for the shower to kick on and fill the empty silence. My stomach is screaming at me for food; something I've pretty much abandoned for the last couple of days. I dig in my purse for my phone and finally turn it on, something else I've been avoiding. "Food's already on the way!" Izzy yells from the shower. Sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself. I have missed this time with her, the only time I can really be myself
I stand there, too stunned to move. I really shouldn't, but I can't help myself, the words come out before I can stop them. "Oooohhh, so I'm the main character in your dreams. Tell me." I pause for effect, then continue."What do you do to me in these dreams?" I ask in the voice that comes out whenever it feels needed. His breath hitches, just enough for me to catch it."Careful, there. Might not want to find out." He says, his voice deep in the silent space."Or maybe I do." I say, again before I can stop myself. Shit, this isn't good. My lack of filter and common sense is really not helping me out right now. Before either of us can talk again the man with Malaki clears his throat before walking towards Thomas. I can't hear what he says to him though, just hear his laughter and a minute later feel Izzy grabbing my arms to drag me to her. The loss is immediate, but more importantly, the fog in my head is clearing, finally letting me think straight again. Damn it, I forgot all about
"That isn't all I've found that looks suspicious." She slides over another stack of papers, this one with both of our names at the top. There's a few highlighted lines on each of the ten pages, some of them I recognize, some I don't. I grab her pen from on top of her laptop and put a check mark in
Izzy drops me off at my car and I head to my office to get my life together. Even though it's a town over, it isn't a long drive, but I try to go over the information for my meeting in my head. I don't remember much though, thanks to all the extra bullshit I've had to deal with lately. It's my firs
It doesn't take long to get to the storage unit, and since everything is so organized in here, only takes me a minute to grab the tote I need. My stomach growls as I drive away from the building, and I think of that little taco truck Jack absolutely despises. He never could understand what good foo
The meeting went better than I could have imagined, I think I even impressed my boss a little. Which is a damn good thing since he just gave me a pay raise. The client loved my work and walked out of the conference room as my first client. I was on my way home when I got a text from Jack. I ignore







