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1 – MEET BLAZE
She spun around and
picked out the targets.
The larger man was
definitely Frankie Kay. The two men with
him were just muscle.
She flipped her head
and her red hair swept over her face and blocked her view.
The room was dark so
she couldn't see what, exactly, the muscle was packing. They were observant, for certain. They kept looking over their shoulders at
everyone who came in.
She lifted her leg
up and brought it up until her shin touched her forehead.
There was a crowd
tonight. Frankie liked crowds. He felt safer.
She turned on her
heel and leaned backward. Upside down,
she scanned them again. Only Frankie was
watching.
Blaze grabbed the
pole and brought herself up again. She
spun to the far side and wrapped her left leg around the metal bar. She leaned over and smiled at the fat guy
pressed against the stage. It was
Billy. He was a nice guy and he always
left twenties for her. Sometimes he
could be a "Captain Save-A-Ho," but not too often.
She dropped to the
floor of the stage and slithered toward him.
Her tits brushed across the illuminated acrylic and her nipples pulled
thrown bills along with her. She raised
her head and looked right into Billy's face.
Blaze tilted her head and waved a little. His grin stretched even further.
She swept her legs
forward toward Billy and leaned back onto her round ass. Her back arched and her breasts reflected the
shifting colored lights. With a
grandiose gesture, her right hand rose above her head, pressed against one tit
and then slid toward her pussy. She
stopped at her landing strip and slowly pushed her legs apart. Billy was staring into her crotch, of
course. Blaze was looking at Frankie.
One of the muscle
men left the table.
She looked at Billy,
smiled again and then CLACK. She slammed
the edges of her heels together. The
sound broke through the heavy bass of her soundtrack and drew the attention of
just about everyone in the club. Billy
nodded and held up a twenty.
"OK,
everyone," Max, the DJ said, "that's Blaze! Exclusively here at Ben Dover's." She crawled forward, winked at Billy and
plucked the bill from his hand.
"Blaze will be back on stage soon but she'll be looking for you
before that."
She extended her arm
and drew the bills, mostly singles, to her.
She scooped up the wad and the pieces of her discarded bikini. As she was about to stand, another man leaned
forward. He had a five.
"Thanks,
honey," she said. He put it on the
pile and she held the bills in place with her thumb.
She darted offstage,
past Jade, and into her dressing area.
She pulled her desk key from its hiding space under the wig head and
then opened her drawer. She dropped the
money inside, removed the two garters and locked it back up.
Blaze put her bikini
back on quickly. Then she wrapped the black
garters around her thighs and clicked them in place. She looked in the mirror. Her wig was still on securely. The ruby red lopsided bob was popular and she
wore it most nights. Her red sequined
mask was still in place, too. She lifted
her tits up and let them fall. After a
deep breath, she turned and walked onto the floor.
Jade was on
stage. She was near the ceiling,
clinging to the pole. She extended her
legs and began to rotate around and around and around until her body touched
the stage. It was her signature move and
she did it every time.
Blaze dodged a
couple of guys. There was a couple, a
man and a woman, near the bar. The woman
smiled at her and Blaze returned the gesture.
Billy waved at her excitedly and she held up a single finger. She hated to put him off like that but she
had work to do.
Frankie Kay was
drinking his scotch. There was still
only one thug with him. It had to be
now.
"Hey,
baby," she said. She pressed
herself against the edge of the table.
She cocked her hips to one side and the bottom of her clothed pussy was
presented to him. "You look like
you want to party."
Frankie smiled. "You think so?"
"I know
so." She bent forward, allowing her
tits to land right at his eye level. She
grabbed the edge of the table tightly and it creaked with her strength. That got his attention.
The guard leaned
back and looked at Blaze from head to ass and then up again. "We should wait."
"Fuck
you," Frankie said. He stood up and
Blaze offered her hand. "Where we
gonna party, girl?"
"Right over
here." She led him toward the
curtained wall and held up two fingers.
Max nodded and the 'occupied' sign above the second door lit up. She pushed it open and Frankie was right
behind her.
It was a small
space. Maybe three yards square. There was a large, plush couch that filled up
the back wall and part of one of the sides.
The walls were sapphire blue and rope light around the ceiling and the
floor molding provided the only illumination they would need.
Blaze flung Kay onto
the couch. He laughed. She pushed the door shut and flipped the
small lock over. She turned around and
then stepped on either side of Frankie's legs.
He looked at her
thigh-high boots and then dragged his eyes to her pussy, around the curve of
her waist and to her tits. He shook his
head and said, "They natural, ain't they?"
"One hundred
percent," Blaze said. She let
herself fall forward and she caught her hands on the rim of the couch's back. Her breasts dangled in front of Frankie's
face and he reached up to them.
"Oh,
shit," he said. He gripped them
tightly and began to bring them toward his face.
Blaze smacked his
hand and straightened up. "That's
one." She shrugged and cast off one
of her straps. With only two fingers,
she pulled the other strap away and her large tits hung free. Kay sighed and looked at them while he shook
his head.
She turned around
and bent forward. With her thumbs, she
wrapped them around the fabric of her bottoms and began to pull them down. The cloth unrolled over her ass slowly and
she pulled them down to her ankles. She
stepped out of them when she felt Frankie grab her ass roughly.
Blaze rolled her
eyes and said, "That's two."
She turned around
and then raised her leg up to her head.
Her pussy spread open and Frankie's mouth did the same. He tilted his head to look at as she rested
the heel of her boot on the back of the couch.
She rubbed her large tits. She
mashed one up and rounded one finger around her nipple. She brought that hand down over her abdomen
and onto her pussy. She splayed her
fingers and spread her lips apart. She stroked
herself for a moment before Kay raised his hand and caressed the underside of
her upper thigh.
"That's three,"
Blaze said. She was speaking louder than
normal because of the music being piped into the room. "I'm gonna have to ask you sit on your
hands."
"Oh, c'mon,
baby," Frankie said. Blaze's
expression went to stone and she pulled her leg off the wall. She backed away and gathered her
clothes. "OK, OK," he
said. He lifted up each of his thighs
and jammed his hands deep underneath. "How's
that?"
Blaze smiled. "Much better."
She dropped her top
and resumed her position. Her leg braced
against the wall and Kay again leaned over to peer into her gash. Blaze grabbed her left tit with her left hand
while her right hand ran over her leg to her garter. She pulled a small cylinder off the strap and
squeezed it in Frankie's face.
There was a light
mist and he jerked his head back quickly.
It was too late. He had already
inhaled and Kay's head wobbled. Blaze
had pulled away, waiting for the small cloud to dissipate. Finally, he flopped back and rested in the
corner.
She grunted and put
her clothes back on. "Mother
fucker," she said. She patted down
his jacket and chest. She felt a gun and
knife. There was a cellphone, too. She reached into his pants and found his
wallet. She opened it and removed the
hundred she was due. She looked through
the cards and papers but she didn't see it.
She checked all of
his pockets. Nothing. She checked his shoes. Nothing.
Then she removed his phone. She
scrolled through the texts and didn't see it.
She checked the notes, calendar, emails and just about everything. Nothing.
"Where is
it?"
She looked at the
main screen. Right near the top, next to
the calendar and message center, was the Draw Something app. She opened it up and saw that it was
Frankie's turn to guess whatever "The Man" had drawn for him. It was a small map with a red circle around a
warehouse on Dyson Street with "2:00" written above it. Blaze smiled.
That was it.
She replaced
everything as she found it. She removed
a small box from her garter and opened it.
She coated a fingertip in the cocaine and heroin mixture and then rubbed
it into Kay's mustache and then up into his nostrils. She wiped her hand on his jacket and adjusted
herself. She was done.
She took a cylinder
from her other garter and squirted it in Frankie's face. The fumes were noxious and he stirred almost
immediately.
She quickly
straightened up and began wiping her nose and sniffling. "Holy shit, baby." Frankie looked at her oddly. "That was some good shit."
He glanced around
and sniffed, too, feeling the powder in his own nostrils. He got a little bit and it confused him. "Yeah," he said. "I … uh."
"That's my best
stuff and you should probably pay extra for it," Blaze said. She stood up and held her hand out. Frankie struggled to stand and he reached
into his wallet. He removed a Benjamin
and Blaze shook her head, "No, no.
You already paid me for the fun times.
I'm just looking for a little something extra for the … nose
times."
Frankie blinked
quickly and nodded. "OK." He pulled out a twenty and Blaze smiled at him. She gave him a light hug and then tucked the
bill into her bra.
Blaze undid the lock
and walked out into the club. The music
was overpowering and she immediately walked to the dressing area. She saw the two thugs sitting at the table
staring intently at Kay while he stumbled back to his table.
She unlocked her
drawer again and put her garters inside.
She put the money in there, too. Blaze
looked at the clock. It was almost
midnight. She had plenty of time left …
she might be able to dance once more.
Just as she put on a
new set of black underwear, she saw Vixen come backstage with her gathered
earnings. If Vixen was done, that meant
Blaze was next. She picked up her
t-shirt and put it on carefully. She
heard the bass of her song playing so she stepped up onto the edge of the stage
and pushed her way through the curtains.
Blaze strutted
across the lit floor and cocked her hip to one side. She slapped her ass and smiled at a customer
on her left. She walked further and
grabbed the pole. She leaned down toward
Billy, smiled at him and spun toward the man next to him. She clutched her breast, licked her lips and
straightened up again. She danced about
the base of the pole for a short while and then she reached under her shirt and
removed her bra. She tossed it to the
floor and then ascended the pole.
Blaze braced herself
at the midpoint and pushed her body up.
Her legs wrapped above her head and around the pole. Her calves and the underside of her knees
were clamped onto the metal bar and she allowed her hands to dangle below. Some of those watching cheered and then she
grabbed the collar of her t-shirt.
With a swift jerk,
the pre-cut top tore and ripped. She
held it away from her body and her tits hung the other way for a change. The men cheered even louder. She threw her body to the side and she began
to rotate about the pole. A high-pitched
SQUEEEEEAK emerged from her skin as she slowly descended. When she was within reach of the stage, she
put her hands on it and then did a handstand away from the pole. There was some applause and she fell toward
the crowd and into a split. There was
more applause.
Then she saw that
Frankie's muscle was walking toward the stage.
She swirled her legs around above her head and stood up. She walked back to the pole, clasped it and
swung herself over to one side.
One of the goons was
pulling a customer away from the edge of the stage.
"Hey," he
said. She could barely hear him over the
music.
Blaze looked at him
and blew a kiss.
"No, no,"
he said. "We need to talk to
you."
She rotated around
the pole a bit more and said, "I can give you a party when I'm done with
this, honey."
He shook his head
again and pushed another customer away.
He was moving around the edge of the stage so he could be near Blaze's face.
"We're going to
talk to you now!"
Her eyebrows raised and
she tucked her head back, "I don't think so."
Then he actually
started to climb onto the stage.
As soon as his first
foot touched the acrylic, Blaze grabbed the pole tighter, darted around the
opposite way and flung herself into the air.
She was nearly perpendicular when her huge soles connected with the side
of his head. CRACK! UNFFF! He dropped off the stage and hit the ground hard THUNK before her feet touched the floor again.
The second thug
sprinted across the floor and got ready to leap onto the platform. Blaze saw this, of course, and she got behind
the pole and extended one leg out to the side.
When the man got on stage, she brought that leg toward her and pulled
him to the bar. She reached up with her
free hand, grabbed the back of his head and CLANG! Clocked into the pole. She stood up straight and he stumbled
back. He tried to shake it off, but
before he could, Blaze stepped around to the front of the pole, reached up and
grabbed it. Then she kicked forward with
both feet. CRUNCH! He rocketed off the stage and
landed on the floor with a THUD.
The crowd cringed
and oohed during the fight. Now they
applauded. Blaze bowed to them while
Marcus the bouncer and Mike the bartender pulled the two guys' limp forms away
from the stage and toward the door. When
Blaze looked up, she saw Frankie leaning forward with his face propped up on
his hands. He looked dazed still but he
was definitely grinning.
"Blaze does it
again!" Max announced from his booth.
"Just a reminder to everyone that only our dancers are allowed on
the stage. And no touching, folks. No touching.
Let's hear it for Blaze!"
The room erupted
again and even more bills fluttered to the stage floor than usual. She bowed and then scooped them up. They were still clapping when she parted the
curtains with her elbow and moved toward her dressing area. Once the money was in her locked drawer, she
went back into the club.
She passed Mike on
his way to the bar. "Tell Marcus to
keep his eyes open, will you?"
"I know, I
know."
She waved at and
strutted by everyone she passed. The
muscle was nowhere to be seen but Frankie was now hobbling away from his
table. She smiled and thought, I've still got a bit before I should go.
Billy was
waving. She smiled and beckoned him with
a single finger. He eagerly left his
stool and came toward her. Blaze turned
and started walking to the first party cubicle.
She held one finger up and pushed the door open while Billy brushed past
her.
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