A Dancer's Dilema

[Scherazade]

OOC:

Hello everyone, this is my first SRP on LIT and is between CGRaven and Myself.

I hope you guys enjoy it, I am just a little bit nervous but I hope that will fade.

A Dancer's Dilemma (by CGRaven and Scherazade)

Lucy Mason sat in the cramped storeroom – make shift dressing at the back of the ‘Midnight Saloon and Dance Bar’ sipping on a glass of Tropicana. It wasn’t that she enjoyed the job, but it wasn’t the worst thing she had done. It was a necessity.

During the week Lucy spent her time floating around the Campus of the University of Arizona. Not the sharpest blade in the knife rack she had ‘earned’, her place at college with average grades and a sizeable donation from Daddy, one Matthew T Mason a rather prominent industrialist and entrepreneur. Of course along with her placement she had also received a nice little allowance which her father had generously decided should be sufficient to provide for his daughter, but that had only lasted half the semester. Wild parties and trips had quickly diminished the funds and now she faced the problem of rent and food for the next six weeks.

Initially she had taken several waitress jobs in and around Tucson but the tips had been pretty meagre, and the pay almost no existent. It was when Brad Caldwell, the manager of the Midnight Saloon, a customer at one of the coffee houses she was at that time working in, had suggested to her that she could make much more as a dancer at his club she jumped at the opportunity. That had been almost four weeks ago and she had picked up many of the tips and tricks of the trade very quickly, maximizing her profits.

The bar was busy, it generally was on a Friday around this time. A lot of men and women would stop by after work for ‘The Happy Hour’. Busy was good, busy generally equated with tips. She sipped again on the glass of Orange Juice, picking one of the bits from her teeth and then sipping at the glass once more.

There was a knock on the door, and it opened almost instantly after, before she could even respond. It was Nat, the large black bodyguard/bouncer Brad Caldwell hired to make sure the girls came to no harm from over excited clients. His muscles rippled through the tight tee shirt that covered his huge frame his dark skin shining under the fluorescent tube that buzzed noisily overhead.
“Hey Nat !” Lucy smiled as she saw the huge man enter the room.
He smiled back at her his teeth flashing a wide crescent of genuine pleasure,

“Hi Luce, how has your week been ?”, he replied

“Oh, so, so. Been pretty dull really.”, It was a honest reply, the financial hardships had serious curtailed her wild partying and extravagant living.

“The Boss wants you to wear this tonight”, Nat continued bringing the bright gold lurex bikini from behind his back where it up till now been concealed, extending his large hand and dangling the skimpy pieces of material in front of her.

Lucy reached up from her seat, taking the bikini offered to her and examined it cursorily, screwing the side of her mouth slightly as she turned it over and then back over again. “Not much to it is there?”, she laughed, “Oh well, when am I up”

The black man looked back at her, oh you got about ten minutes. I’ll pop back shortly. Nat smiled back at the young co-ed again with a smile before exiting and closing the door.

Lucy stood and removed her day clothes hanging them over the back of the chair and then picked the bikini up again. The metallic gold garment reflected her face distorting it in it folds and creases. “God there not much to this thing”, she thought to herself, trying to figure the three triangular poeces of fabric and the connecting pieces of gold string. It was of course a thong the lower part of which she had little problem pulling into place, the slightly stretchy material barely covering her neatly trimed pubic area wrapping tightly between her legs as the material diminished to a cord that connected to the rear of the piece.

The bikini top was slightly more a problem until she realised it was a halter neck arrangement. Again pulling the item on over her arms and head she tied the bikini behind her neck and readjusted the cups to make sure they were positioned evenly. The fabric hugged the curves of her breasts revealing the bumps of her semi aroused nipples. She looked at herself in the full length mirror across the dressing room bending and twisting as she observed her image. “Hmmmmm, It’s not so bad”, she reassured herself.

A few minutes later the door opened. It was Nat returning with Jules, the previous dancer. “Hiya Honey”, Jules said, greeting Lucy as she entered the dressing room, it’s a pretty busy room out there tonight”, she smiled plucking the dollar bills from the waistband and top of her own bikini. She reached down and picked up Lucy’s half finished Orange taking a mouthful and swallowing. “I needed that”, she smiled. “GO get ‘em “ she added.

Nat held the door open as Lucy walked from the room, “See you later Jules”, Lucy remarked looking over her shoulder and smiling.

“You go have fun”, the older woman winked back as Lucy continued down the corridor to the stage entrance. Almost as if on queue the music started up again and she stepped out onto the stage from behind the large thick black drapes that screened the back of the stage. The smell of smoke and beer filled her nose and the colored lights whirled hypnotically in time with the heavy pulse of the music pumping in her ear, permeating her body, providing her with the rhythm.

 

[cgraven]

Michael Haleran professor of History University of Arizona, an impressive title for a rather drab life. Early on it had been taking care of a sick mother, then it had been Clare, his wife it seemed like for ever, till she took a lesbian lover, the house and all. The divorce was final two years ago.

Sense then well meaning friends, setting him up with blind dates, women his own age or older. At 54 Mike was a good looking man and the women where attractive but they had biological clocks ticking, and he had not been ready for that. All he wanted was a harmless fling.

Each day at the university was a hell as the pretty young coed passed him by as if he didn’t exist, or talked to him about how the new French Prof was. Mike had had his life stolen by women and now he was feed up.

That was his mood when he walked into Brad Caldwell’s “The Midnight Saloon”... Brad Caldwell had been a promising student many years ago, then a gambling scandal, and it was over. If he was a jock the University would of look the other way, but no he was a scholar, a fact he kept well head theses days.

I was shown by the doorman to Brad’s office. A little chess, watch the dancers from the discreet cover of his office a pleasant night, and no one the wiser.

I watched thought the two way mirror so the music started its beat, and the large thick black drapes that screened the back of the stage., parted and there was a flash of gold.