Victoria stood there with glaring eyes and a lustful smile. Her short dark hair, cut into a curly bob, half-covered her right eye, but was not long enough to fully hide her face from her twin standing fifteen feet away in the mirror mocking her with a look of judgemental awe. She snapped to and huffed back off to her room leaving her twin to ridicule her in private.737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQCGvY3lUgx
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"Did you kill dat cat?" The voice, belonging to the owner of a pair of Van Gogh inspired boxers and chiseled abs, came from under the tangled sheets on the opposite side of the bed.737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbekm0coiVr
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"Um... no. I, uh, no I di-. Did you find it?" She exclaimed in haste cutting off her own words.737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa28oPZADH6
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"I don't understand how it disappeared. It's that flippin' cat, always taking my stuff." Malik fumed as he dove under the box springs with his feet still residing on the topside of the bed, tangled into the covers.737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVE3Zu9sZwM
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The fuming voice faded off to a distant muffle as Victoria stood encased in the moments of ecstasy running through her mind with what she just witnessed. She was mesmerized, eyes wide open and staring at the nothingness on the floor. The reminiscent sounds of soulful bluesy rock infected her head while reliving every curve and acquiescence of Wren's exquisite frame. She didn't even hear Malik when the snare holding his feet gave way and he crashed to the floor head-first with a couple of thumps and a muffled yelp. Victoria watched in her fantasy, imaginary music filling the scene, as the near naked girl before her slowly moved through each pose in her stark naturist beauty. 737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrzF8RDhX8P
Victoria was still, but raging on the inside remembering two years ago when she tasted her lips, her skin for the first time. She was whining in her mind like a kitten for her mother's milk. Memories crept through her head of when the agile girl would tie her up and tease every inch of her for hours with only her breath and a feather prolonging the ethereal touch for what seemed to Victoria more like an aeon. She remembered Wren slowly undressing as she would sway her curvy, athletic hips to The Heavy’s “Sixteen;” Twirling and taunting in time with the rhythmic waltz of the low brass section as she made her way to the supine bella Latina outstretched on the black leather scroll-armed chesterfield sofa. The girl carelessly tossed her clothes and underwear on the floor of the den as she made the slow yet vibrant journey.
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"Tori!" Malik, now untangled from the sheets and on his knees looking over the opposite side of the bed, had been quietly shouting her name; watching as she stood there staring at the floor while rubbing and pinching through her teal silk nightie at her now erect nipple.737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbim6Sp3ovF
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Victoria shuddered herself out of her trance and caught Malik's eyes with hers. Realizing the placement of her fingers, she quickly threw her hand away and ran to the bed dodging articles of clothing and sex toys as if they were land mines in the DMZ.737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPLd8c3Dc7b
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"You found it!" She exclaimed overly excitedly. 737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Y4HCJDjfa
"Yeah….” He sighed shaking his head with eyes wide as saucers. “That damn cat stuffed it in my shoe... and then turned it upside down... and put my jeans on top of it!" The disbelief was evident in his voice.
Victoria sat on her knees on the edge of the bed giggling like a schoolgirl but with a primitive lustful glint in her eye.
"Tori, wha- what were you thinking abo-?" Before he could even finish his sentence, Victoria had peeled off her nightie and grabbed the back of Malik's head kissing the breath out of him. Stunned, he reeled back for a split second and almost dropped the recently reacquired strawberry-flavored, rose-colored condom out of his hand. But then, regaining his balance, he took Victoria, hands planted on her small round ass, and lifted her legs around his midsection. He returned her kiss passionately and without restraint. They fell to the bed and installed the condom before any other tragedy could befall their protected procreation. The blankets of the bed took them in and wrapped themselves around the engaged couple. It was a welcome piece of mind from the earlier invasion and entanglement with the cat from upstairs.737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA296D91F9a
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The passion was mercurial but fleeting. Too swift for Victoria who was not quite finished remembering her liaisons with her roommate from upstairs that just molested her mind moments before. Malik melted to the side of the bed just above where he found the condom. After their breathing subsided, they lay motionless on the feather down bed for what seemed like an awkward eternity to Victoria.737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWNR7EC1E9O
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"Yeah bebe."737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD0o3ZjJLga
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Smiles gradually formed on both of their faces; first Victoria, then Malik. They slowly began to drift to sleep to the sound of the rain beginning to fall on the out-turned windows as the sky gave way to a rumbling of a quiet, ominous growl.
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Three Weeks Ago...
The girl in the ivy-green plaid skirt and white knee-high Go Go boots sat backwards in the red chair as the circular stage casually rotated around its axis. Her toes slowly tapped to the lucid beat of the soul-hollering, spellbinding, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins-resurrecting, demented carnival waltz being funnelled through the speakers above. The Three glassless window panes curving in front of her were covered with independant black velvet Austrian stage curtains that could easily fly away to the rafters if the right button was pushed by the dancer, or as was most often the case, could lift slowly to different heights depending on the amount of money paid, tormenting the voyeur.
Between the stage with the plaid skirted girl and the windows was a curved white scrim hanging from the rafters and lit from the back with stage lights attached to the wall on either side of the door. The beams of the lights were directed on her back and were so hot that the girl thought she would have to put on some SPF 50 to protect her pale white porcelain skin.
The red light above window number two illuminated signaling the room was occupied with a fresh wad of money. The black curtain started its slow ascent and the girl went to work.
This was only her fourth week working “the Drift” as the VIP room of The Pink Oyster Cult Gentleman’s Club was known. She was new to the establishment and even though no one new her real name or even her face, she quickly became a crowd favorite upstairs. She was quick-witted with a slight southern drawl, always wore a different masquerade mask each night and was a master of dressing to the patrons’ fantasies. This, as well as her natural talent of bringing money and customers into the establishment, earned her the coveted late-night spot on the red throne.
The chair was a simple red dining room chair with added gold flourishes on the back, seat and legs painted in sharpie, but its purpose was sacred to the girls who worked it. She was particularly good with the drift’s throne, but even better with the pole beside it. The plaid-skirted girl was known as Pix, she was good, she was enchanting. The other girls who worked there all hated her and wanted the little faerie just as much.
The voyeur and his date sitting in window number two eagerly anticipated the lifting of the curtain. He sat in the plush boxed creme-white lounge chair and she laid across the wide backrest stroking his hair. The curtain stopped midway up its track revealing only the inferior part of the dancer’s body, however the posterior outline was truly superior to most he had seen, present company included. The chair ornaments’ thoughts were remarkably the same. The dancer behind the scrim, slowly turning along with the stage arched her hips backward as the fog from the smoke machine filled the bottom of the stage. The blue and purple lights above her head spun and shimmied mimicking the dancer’s movements like a shadow circumventing the moonlight.
The dancer hit the first of the three buttons on the wall by the door starting a small, but ferocious fan set into the stage in front of the dancer. The girl’s red hair swayed with the fervent breeze flowing toward the open door behind her. The voyeur, quietly salivating from his eyes, was now sitting on the edge of his seat. His date had slipped into the vacant space on the cushion behind him, head back over the armrest and looking around him at the crouching girl: Knees parted wide, head back, and she could almost swear, smiling a wicked smile.
The beat of the music intensified as she erected herself and sauntered over to the back wall where the spinning stage was not. She gyrated and flirted her hips with the brick wall like waves on a rocky cliff. A light touch of the second button and the scrim flew to the heavens. The strobe lights came on as the dancer made a proper introduction in time with the silence of the rhythm section and the main hook of the song: “She's already there.”
She turned and walked toward the center of the spinning stage and grabbed as high up the pole that her five foot three inch gogo boots enhanced frame could reach. She spun herself around suckling the pole with her legs and tilting her body backwards laying on an invisible table perpendicular to the pole and caressing her half-opened button down indigo and grey three-quarter sleeve tight knit shirt. Her breasts flattened to her chest, but were slowly plowed upward with the kneading of her hands.
At the instance the scrim evaporated into the rafters, the man in window two reached around behind him and with his muscular arm, picked his date up and twirled her around in front of him to his lap, never removing his eyes from the girl on the pole. The light above window three came on and the black velvet curtain lifted. A new face came into view of the spinning acrobat and she was pleased. This was who she had been waiting so long for.
Drums were banging rhythmic code on the ears of the voyeurs as the dancer spun off the pole and floated to the front edge of the stage. She bent at the waist and looked up indiscriminately with sex and fire in her mask-covered emerald eyes. She danced herself upright ripping the shirt from her chest exposing her c-cup breasts to the freedom of the closed half-circular room. As if on cue, the couple in window two removed their tops, he pinching her nipple while thrusting his two biggest fingers past the bottom of her pleated pencil skirt and up into her with complete disregard to her self-lubrication. She yelped and then moaned arching her back off his now erect shaft.
Momentarily distracted by his date’s sounds of pleasure, the man in window two didn’t notice the dancer had hit the third button on the wall halting the stage and changing the lights to a slower intermittent strobe, flanked on each side of the flicker by a purple and red tinted, near complete black out.
The dancer, taking an extra fancy to the lively couple in window number two, lowered herself to all fours and began to prowl like a cat in heat toward the enthralled couple. The man looked up, sap seeping from his mouth, as the girl with dangling handfuls of breasts entered their cave through the glassless window. The purple and green lips of the tormenting dancer sparkled in the sparse light of the small alcove. The dancer’s face hung over the mostly naked girl, quietly orgasming in her own world on top of the shirtless man, and waited for a break in the convulsions.
The man watched with anxious anticipation as the dancer lowered her lips to his partner’s and suctioned in place. His partner’s eyes flew open, still reeling from her orgasmic vibrations, and, after the initial shock and instant awe, the girl pressed upwards grabbing the back of the neck of the dancer named Pix and buried her face upwards into the red haired faerie.
The man watched his lap in amazement. He felt like he was in a dream with so much girl-on-girl action happening just centimeters from his manhood. He reeled his head back, half in disbelief, half in pleasure from the two mostly naked girls moaning and rubbing each other on top of his cock. He tilted his head back down to take in more of the view thinking he would never have a chance like this again. Half way down his eyes caught an outline on the stage of someone, no a man, sitting in the red chair on stage… watching them. If it weren’t for the hand that starting rubbing on the outside of the zipper of his dress pants he would've tried to analyze in his mind the rational of a man instead of a half naked girl sitting in that chair. But the rubbing and moaning on his cock was sending him to a dreamy place. He followed the moaning with his eyes, and between the strobes, saw that the moaning was coming from the dancer and not the half-limp girl falling asleep on his lap.
The dancer looked up from the foot of the lounge chair with seductive eyes and abducted the attention of the voyeur from the limp girl lying dormant in his lap. Her eyes were captivating in the blinding strobe lights dancing with the purples and reds lighting the voyeur’s cave from above. She removed his dominant hand from underneath the turned down dress of his trophy on his lap and licked his index finger giving him a shiver of pleasure. She tilted her head to match his and slowly immersed his first two fingers deep in her open mouth with gratuitous looks of ecstasy. After giving them a tug with her smiling teeth, she briefly placed them on her bare chest as she climbed around to the side behind the couple. His hands fell away as she moved behind him in quiet anticipation of what was coming next. Her arms found his shoulders as she leaned in close, cold serrated steel flirting with his neck, and began whispering in his ear: “Tell the devil I’ll be dancing with him soon, Malik.”
The masculine face of the voyeur hesitantly turned from orgasmic bliss to confused devastation as warm drops of liquid slalomed through the forest of hair on his bare chest. He followed the trail of beaded liquid with hazy eyes down to the occupant laying across his legs. The dark liquid streamed into an eddy on the flat stomach of the sleeping girl in his lap bellow until it broke through it's natural levees and created a delta around her exposed breasts running down her throat and dripping off the tip of her nose to the concrete floor below. He made a gallant attempt to lift his head and muttered something inaudibly over the loud bottom thumping outtro; The lyrics answering his indecipherable question: “She’s already there.” As his head came up to eye level he saw the man in the chair opposite him staring with pride and a wry smile flagrantly rubbing on his own third leg through his pants as the blood spurting out from the open chasm in the voyeur’s neck. The voyeurs have now become the exhibition.
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Today…
Arya the cat pounced softly down the stairs and crept past the steel kitchen counter, around the myriad of plants that adorned the sitting area and slinked past the archway into Victoria's large den. Arya silently jumped to the foot of the bed between the feet of the now motionless lovers. She plopped down and stretched out her left paw. The two lovers reluctantly propped themselves up to greet the unwelcomed repeat intruder with their placid, euphoric eyes.737Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz4Kb2929Im
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Arya looked back at the lovers with sleepy, blinking, contentious eyes, first one then the other. The cat gave out a yawn and a near silent 'prrr' that sounded more like a pidgeon than a cat. She lifted her paw and licked it once; leaving it in midair like it was show and tell, straightened her head and looked at both of them again, then continued with the pastime. There on the tip of her nail of the lifted paw was a half-moon sliver of a pink, almost rose-colored rubber-like material. The lovers found each other’s gaze, eyes wide with contentious thoughts, and simultaneously lunged for the puckish rogue that vanished into the night as stealthily as she appeared.
