Dangerous D - 2

Dana rested in the dressing room before her third and final performance that day. The cup of coffee lay untouched on the dressing table as sat gazing unseeingly into the mirror. The constant chatter of the other ladies on their breaks helped her think better and she found that she was always thinking these days. Breaks were unheard of in the night shifts. At best she had time to gulp a glass of water before getting back on stage again. And also it was the night shift that raked in the real money. Her tips alone paid for her rent and food while the salary was splurged on clothes and boots. But her maternity leave gave her plenty of time to reflect on her future and the then yet to be born Dylan.

The offer to be an escort again was tempting. It was with her last customer, some travelling business man who was probably cheating on his partner, that she had conceived Dylan. She had been very nervous the day she discovered that she was pregnant and had to take the rest of the week off to come to terms with it. Dave had wanted her to abort the child but Dana couldn’t bring herself to do it. It felt wrong, almost a murder.

‘Dana, you’re up next.’

Sighing deeply she stood up in the the clothes which she’d soon discard on stage. The coffee suddenly seemed very inviting, cold as it was she drained the cup in a single go and rushed out the door to the back stage.

The woman who had performed before her had her skimpy dress bundled in front of her.

‘Hey, K.’ Dana greeted.

‘DD’, the woman panted.

‘Dull audience, huh?’ Dana commented at the lack of cheers or shouting.

‘Very.’ With that she scampered towards the dressing room.

*

Dana walked the ramp in all her splendour, more comfortable on it than in the PTA in Dylan’s KG. She was Dangerous D. DD of the pole. Men desired her. They wanted to be her pets, ready to serve at a moments notice. They wanted to feel the sharp point of her heels on their junk. Men from all walks of life. Day labourers, bankers, stock brokers, doctors, and once even a clergy in mufti. She spurned them all, teased them with what was just beyond their reach. And they all went back home to their wives or girlfriends, harbouring all that unrequited lust. It was her way of serving the society. All that was the night shift. The day shift, in contrast, was boring. At first she feared that she’d lost her touch but soon realised that the day crowd was a different breed. So she devised a more sensual routine compared to her usual raunchy one and still managed to give off the domina persona.

As she gyrated and slid her hands all over her body, undoing the zippers and Velcro in tandem to the sensual music that played in the background, she thought about the proposal Dave had made. Its just a girl. A girl ten years younger than me. It ought to be a cinch compared to a few of my previous customers. Besides, the extra money would definitely come in handy. As her routine came to an end, she tossed out her slightly drenched panties to a man sitting just below the stage having an unrivalled view of her shaved pussy and perky nipples. Gathering the remainder of her discarded costume and the few notes on the stage she exited quickly.

*

‘Dave, I'll do it’, she informed Dave who was sitting in his office drawing out pay cheques. ‘When is the date?’

‘Tonight.’ Dave had a slight gleam in his eyes.

‘Tonight? Have you any idea how hard it's to find a babysitter on such short notice? Besides, I assume I'll be gone all night.’

‘I could send Lucy over. Give her the night off.’

‘Oh, ok then. And this is just a one time thing, right?’

‘Scout's honour’, David held up his three fingers in front of him.

‘I didn't know you were in the boy scouts.’

‘I wasn't.’

‘Dave?’

‘If that’s what you want.’

‘Maybe once before. But I've got Dylan now.’

‘I'll definitely miss you.’

‘Ha! You'll miss my ass is what you mean.’

‘True. And don't forget your tits. Tess might have bigger boobs but yours are just perfect. And here you go’, Dave handed her a small calling card.

‘Lady Lyn?’

Dave shrugged his shoulders, ‘Just give’r a call soon. And get her outta my hair.’

‘Sure thing boss. And don’t forget to send Lucy over to my house.’

***

(To be continued...)