Cat/Maureen Continued
Maureen walked confidently through the door, clutching a pair of strappy stilettos and her black thong in one hand.
Catherine was already there, spinning around on the stage. Maureen could tell she was just playing around, trying to keep herself amused. The strawberry-blond was dancing to some beat in her head and she seemed pretty into it. The brunette glided up to the stage. Planting herself at the foot of it, she waited for the other woman to acknowledge her.
Catherine spun around the pole once more before glancing down. “Oh!” She exclaimed before laughing at herself. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“Because I was enjoying the view.” Maureen winked at her and the other woman laughed again.
“Very nice.” She eyed the things Maureen was holding. “Wardrobe?”
“Yup.”
“I should take you shopping tomorrow.”
“I’m in.”
“Great. Now, lets get you started on your dancing.” She eyed the brunette’s outfit, noting the leggings that clutched her in all the right places. “I see you dressed accordingly.” She winked and motioned for Maureen to join her on the stage.
Maureen laughed, placing her things on the table. She was starting to remove her tennis shoes when Catherine stopped her.
“It’ll be easier to teach you in sneakers first. We’ll move on to stilettos later if you’re ready.”
“Oh trust me, I’ll be ready.” Maureen smirked.
“Right.” Catherine tried not to blush, thankful that the lighting was dim. “So, where to begin?”
“The basics would be nice.”
“Ha. ha.” Catherine emphasized the words before dropping her voice, putting a huskiness into it that made Maureen shiver. She was suddenly very aware of the reasons Roger would have hired Catherine. “Ok. So let’s see you give it a twirl.” The strawberry-blond said, grasping the bar tightly in her thin fingers and spinning around it a couple of times. She smiled as she stepped back to allow the brunette room.
Maureen grasped the bar and breathed in.
“Just let your body take you where it wants to go.” Catherine whispered from behind her. Maureen shivered as the hot breath moved across her neck. If she listened to her body, Catherine would be pinned down on the stage right now, fighting for breath as Maureen kissed her.
The brunette swung herself around, allowing her hair to flow out around her and giving her head a slight toss back as she spun.
“Very nice.” Catherine clapped in amusement. “But you need to relax a bit. You’re tense. And if you are tense with me, you will be tense with a hundred other people in here watching you. And that’s not a good position to be in.” She stepped in and grabbed the pole. Maureen took the hint and stood back. “Watch again.”
Catherine twirled, the muscles in her back rigid. Her neck moved easily with the rest of her body as she tossed her head back, swinging her hair around as she moved around the pole. She wrapped her right leg around it and spun once more before releasing herself in a single fluid motion as she faced Maureen again.
“Wow.” Maureen breathed out as she clutched the pole again. She wrapped her leg around it, mimicking the other woman’s motions. She tossed her head back, flipping it lightly as she spun. Catherine watched as the dark brown hair fell neatly back into place as the woman backed away from the pole.
“Much better.” And holy shit. “Try to imagine you are having sex with the pole. That’s the basic idea and its what the guys come here for.” The brunette laughed as she spun once more.
They practiced for the rest of the evening. By the time they were done, Maureen knew every basic routine and had almost mastered them all in stilettos. They stopped thirty minutes before opening.
“So, sticking around again tonight?” Catherine asked, flashing the other woman a smile.
“Wouldn’t miss it.” Maureen winked at her, hopping off the stage and joining her purse at the table just beside her. She plopped into the seat and smirked, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
Catherine felt her back tense as she remembered the feel of the brunette’s fingers running over her bare stomach the night before. She would definitely be making a visit to that table again. She winked and made her way backstage to get ready.
~~~
“What about this one?” Catherine asked, holding up a black bra with strands of beads hanging from it. “These’ll flow around your body nicely when you dance.” She ran her fingers through the beads and they made gentle clacking sounds as they swung against each other.
“What is that, a stomach curtain?” Maureen asked with a laugh.
“I happen to think it’s sexy.” Catherine pouted.
“Well in that case…” Maureen trailed off, snatching the bra from the other woman’s hand and adding it to the numerous other things she would be trying on.
“Very good.” Catherine eyed the bundle wrapped neatly around the brunette’s arm. “Why don’t you head back to the dressing room? I think you have enough stuff.”
Maureen looked at her pile and nodded before heading towards the back of the store. Catherine watched her, eyeing the gentle sway of her hips as she walked. The other woman spun on her heel and with a devilish smile, shut herself into the dressing room.
Thirty minutes later, they were leaving the store, clutching numerous bags in their hands.
“God!” Maureen exclaimed. “I can’t believe you made me spend $500 on lingerie!”
“Yea, but look what you got! Besides, with your looks, you could make that back in one night, easy.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so. As a matter of fact, Roger thinks you are ready to make your first appearance tonight.”
“Really? How does he even know? He hasn’t seen me dance.”
“I talked to him. He trusts my judgment.”
“Well he shouldn’t.” Maureen laughed when Catherine pretended to look offended.
~~~
Maureen breathed in, trying to focus her mind on the task. She just had to walk out there and pretend she was still only dancing for Catherine. Except that wasn’t possible. The other woman told her that she had to focus on customers individually, make them feel special so they would start waving money at her.
She took a deep breath and stepped through the curtain, planting a smirk on her face. She strode out to her pole and eyed the crowd. Men in business suits, college boys there for the first time, bachelor parties. There were any number of different reasons why those men were there, and the main one was to see her. No, not really, she thought to herself. There are other women here.
She smiled around her before throwing herself around the pole, trying to remember everything Catherine told her. She released, moving her hands up to her breasts and clutching them tightly, allowing a moan to escape through her lips to the excited cheers of the men closest to her.
She turned herself around and spread her legs. Leaning down, she stroked one, then the other, her creamy white ass pushed up in mid-air for the audience’s viewing pleasure. She winked between her legs at the man sitting behind her and he hooted and began waving money at her. She strolled over to him and did a split so that she was down on his level.
He licked his lips, eyes traveling from her crotch to her breasts and back again as his fingers placed the money in her strap, lingering for a moment on her legs. Slimey bastard, Maureen thought.
Catherine watched from her place behind the curtain as the brunette finished her routine. She was definitely a fast learner, she thought as she watched the woman twirl. And she looked amazing.
She jumped back from the curtain as Maureen finished her routine and waltzed backstage. The brunette sank into her chair at her mirror and sighed. Catherine could almost feel the heat radiating from her body. She eyed the sweat that made gentle trails down the other woman’s pale skin. Holy shit.
“So, how’d I do?” Maureen asked, noting the faraway look on her friend’s face.
“Hm?” Catherine snapped back to reality. “Oh. You were perfect out there. You really know how to work it girl.”
“Thanks.” Maureen smiled, wiping sweat from her brow. “Had a good teacher.”
Catherine laughed. “Feel like celebrating?”
“Ooh, what do you have in mind?”
“Wanna hit the bar again?”
Maureen reached down and fished the money out of her g-string, waving it at Catherine. “Drinks on me tonight.” She said with a satisfied laugh.
~~~
Catherine fumbled with the keys for her apartment as Maureen giggled behind her. “Come on, pookie.”
Catherine whirled on her. “Oof don’t call me pookie.”
“Aw, why not, pookie?” Maureen made sure to emphasize the word this time.
“Don’t make me slap you.” Catherine slurred as she finally managed to find the right key and unlock the door. She stumbled over the threshold and wandered over to the couch, collapsing back into the soft leather. Maureen plodded noisily behind her and plopped beside her on the sofa.
“Fuck. Why is your apartment spinning?” She groaned, pressing her palm over her eyes.
Catherine laughed and fell backwards on her end of the sofa. She placed her legs in Maureen’s lap and giggled when the brunette peered down at them.
“I’m not a fuckin’ footrest.” She pushed Catherine’s feet off, nearly causing her to fall off the couch.
“Hey!” Catherine shrieked in protest, fixing a pout on her face. It didn’t last long however, as she burst out laughing again. “I need another drink. Want a shot?”
“Hell yea.” Maureen waited patiently for Catherine to return. The strawberry-blond traipsed back into the room, clutching two shot glasses. She handed one to Maureen and they clinked their glasses together before throwing them back.
Catherine placed her glass on the table and Maureen followed suit. Catherine lay back again, her hair splayed out behind her, making a fan around her head. Her blue eyes shined up at Maureen, and the brunette suddenly felt the urge to kiss the perfect pink lips.
She leaned down, pressing her full lips into a sloppy kiss on the other woman’s. Catherine giggled against the mouth now pressed against hers. Maureen teased her tongue into her mouth and Catherine met it fiercely with her own. She licked the full swell of the brunette’s lower lip, tasting the remnants of the multiple beers she’d had. It was warm against her tongue and she moaned gently into the other woman’s mouth.
Maureen felt the room heat up. Her head spun with the alcohol and she allowed it to take over her body. She clutched the hem of the other woman’s shirt, yanking it off effortlessly. With the kiss broken by the movement, she focused her attention on the treasures she found beneath. Three times now, she had seen them bared on stage for the patrons of the bar. Three times, she had watched hungrily, wanting to place her lips against the ample bosom, to bite down on hardened nipples. Now, she removed the bra with swift motions of her thin fingers. She lunged at the exposed peaks, reveling in the feel of the warm skin against her lips. She traced Catherine’s left nipple with her tongue, biting on it gently. The other woman moaned. “Fuck that feels so good.” She heard her mumble.
Maureen allowed her hand to stray up to Catherine’s other nipple and she pinched it between her fingers. “Holy shit.” Catherine cried out at the touch. The alcohol rapidly increasing her reactions to everything Maureen was doing to her. “Fuck.” She moaned into the back of the sofa.
Her head writhed as Maureen bit harder, leaving light pink marks around her nipple. She moved her mouth back up, taking Catherine’s lips into hers.
Her own body heated up in response to Catherine’s moans. She reached up and lifted her own shirt off, tossing it haphazardly behind her. She moved her hands downwards then, making her way to the moistness she was hoping to find between Catherine’s legs. She unbuttoned the clasp on her pants, moving her hands easily into the underwear.
Her hand found soft curls and she moaned heavily into the other woman’s mouth. She sank her fingers into the heat, cupping it in her palm and giving it a squeeze before slipping her fingers inside easily. She ran her thumb across the clit and Catherine’s back arched off the couch, her body sweating profusely. Maureen yanked off the woman’s jeans and threw them on the floor. She moved her mouth downwards placing it against the inner thigh. She bit down and Catherine cried out. Maureen laughed and pressed her mouth into Catherine’s curls. She removed her fingers and forced her tongue into Catherine’s opening, finding the spot easily with her tongue and pressing against it. Catherine wailed and Maureen ran her thumb over the clit again and again and again until she felt warm liquid rush into her mouth.
Catherine sank back down onto the couch as she came down from her peak. Maureen sat up, wiping her mouth sloppily, she laughed and collapsed backwards onto her side of the sofa.
~~~
Maureen rubbed her eyes and looked around. She tried to sit up, but her head spun. Where was she? She rolled over and nearly fell off the couch. She clutched out towards the arm, pulling herself back onto it.
Her feet stretched out and connected with flesh. She sat up, startled. She looked down at the woman lying opposite her. Holy shit. She realized that the other woman was naked and racked her brain for memories of the night before. Holy shit. Had they fucked? She looked at her own body, missing only a shirt. She’d fucked Catherine? O God.
She rubbed her forehead and rose from the couch, desperately in need of aspirin or something of the sort. She wandered lazily into the kitchen.
She reached up to get a glass and was headed for the sink when Catherine wandered in, still naked and rubbing her eyes. She yawned and her blue eyes fluttered open.
Maureen watched her mouth drop open in shock. “Oh!” The brunette waited to see if realization would dawn on the other woman. It took a couple seconds, but it finally sank in. “That wasn’t a dream.” She mumbled, her eyes straying to Maureen’s bare torso. “Well…” She trailed off, unsure of how to handle the situation.
An amused smile crept across Maureen’s face. “How often do you actually pass out naked on your couch with no explanation?”
Catherine shrugged and the brunette burst out laughing. The other woman glared at her for a moment, before realizing how funny that actually was and joined in.
They calmed down and Maureen motioned with her glass. “I was just going to search for some aspirin. Where do you keep it?”
“Hang on, I’ll go get it.” She twirled around and left the kitchen, returning momentarily with a pill bottle clutched in her hand. To Maureen’s disappointment, she had also returned with a blue satin bathrobe which was now tied neatly around her body, concealing the goddess figure beneath.
Catherine handed her the bottle and Maureen filled her glass and popped a couple of the pills before passing everything to Catherine.
The strawberry-blond popped a couple and placed the cup and bottle on the counter. “So…” Catherine glanced at the clock on the stove. “It’s twelve forty-five.”
“Your point?”
“Got plans for today?”
“Nope.”
“Want to hang out on the strip?”
“Sure.”
~~~
“Casinos. Is that all you guys have here?”
“Pretty much.”
“Fun.” Maureen rolled her eyes and Catherine laughed. They’d blown a little over a grand a piece at various casinos and Maureen was beginning to wonder how long her money would last in a place like this. “I’m bored.” She said, stopping randomly in the middle of the sidewalk, almost causing a fellow pedestrian to run into her. The man glared at her but Maureen pretended not to notice. She looked around her, trying to decide what she wanted to do next. Her eyes fell on a wedding chapel and she burst out laughing, running across the street and up to the Graceland Wedding Chapel. Catherine caught up with her, raising in eyebrow.
Maureen looked into the building, then back at Catherine. “Let’s see how many of these places will perform a ceremony for us.”
Catherine looked at her. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“Nope.” Maureen rolled onto the balls of her feet and back again. “I think it would be fun.”
“Do you realize how much those things cost?”
“So? We don’t actually have to go through with the ceremony at all of them, just the ones we like best. Like this one.” She motioned behind her with a smirk.
“Are you drunk?”
“You’ve been with me all day. I haven’t had a single thing.”
“Wow.” Catherine looked up at the building. She had walked by it so many times on various outings, but she’d never been in. Well, there was nothing better to do. It could be fun. She shrugged, finally giving in. “Sure, why not.”
“Awesome.” Maureen pulled open the door and stood back dramatically. “After you, pookie.”
“I hate that name.” Catherine grumbled.
“I know.”
Catherine rolled her eyes and strode into the building. The woman at the counter smiled at her as she walked up. Maureen followed, striding past her up to the counter and pressing her body against. She leaned forwards conspiratorially and smiled at the woman. The woman continued to grin back.
“So, here’s the thing…” Maureen started, “My girl and I here are in love. And we, uh, want to get hitched.” Maureen watched with amusement as the woman’s eyes flashed with shock for a moment before she recovered and concealed any emotions behind her smile once more.
“I’m terribly sorry. We don’t allow couples of the same…gender to marry here.”
“Aw. Well, that sucks. Thanks anyways, doll.” Maureen winked at her and Catherine found herself stifling a laugh. The woman behind the counter looked slightly mortified and Catherine wondered what the poor girl would be telling her friends later on.
Maureen spun on her heel, offering her arm to her ‘girl.’ As they walked, she turned around one last time, winking at the woman before finally exiting. They got out the door and Catherine made sure to move out of the woman’s line of vision before she burst out laughing.
“Did…you…see….” She could barely get the words out, clutching her stomach. “Oh…my….god…”
Maureen smiled. “Told you it was a good idea.” She winked at Catherine and the strawberry-blond just laughed harder.
When she finally regained her composure, she grabbed Maureen’s hand and hurried off in the direction of the next chapel. “Come on. We are going to hit every chapel we can find!”
Three Elvises, two aliens, a darth vader, and sixteen ‘priests’ later, Catherine and Maureen had managed to convince one elvis, an alien, and two ‘priests’ to perform the ceremony.
They were slightly tipsy from the free champagne and were cackling madly as they waltzed hand-in-hand down the busy strip.
“So, I’ve married you four times, does that mean I get four honeymoons?”
Catherine laughed and looked at her watch. “Sure.” She smiled. “But we have to postpone those. Time to get ready for work.”
Maureen groaned. “Fine. But you are definitely making it up to me later.” She laughed and pressed her lips to Catherine’s cheek.