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 The Dancer by Lady Lucia*

   PART ELEVEN

   That was new.

   The last time I was on the `stage,' my skirt had been on.  Now I was in
a thong, however, and Heather's single dollar bill that she tucked in the
waistband of my underwear while we were upstairs was an easy visual that
others could do so as well.  Once one guy took the initiative, plenty of
others followed suit.

   I was a proper stripper, strutting my stuff for money.  For a moment, I
thought that bills being slipped into my thong would be better than my bra.
At best, my cleavage had been brushed with each new hand.  At worst, there
had been a number of `accidental' touches and squeezes during the process
of situating the dollar.  I'd much rather people touch my hips and thighs
than my boobs, so I figured this might be a good change of pace.  However,
the thong presented an ordeal I hadn't been prepared for, pretty quickly
crushing my hopes for a silver lining amidst my greater exposure to dozens
of college students.  Unlike my bra, my underwear didn't give me the
opportunity to see everyone's approach.  Those in front of me, sure.  Even
while swinging my hips and moving to the music, I could keep an eye on my
most private area and make sure no one roamed too far south when adding
another bill to the growing collection.

   My backside was a different story.

   I figured out pretty quickly that I wasn't always going to be prepared
for someone new to walk up.  While one person was pushing a dollar into my
already stuffed bra cups, I found myself totally caught off guard when I
was touched from behind.  Slightly jumping as a feminine hand pulled at the
waistband of my thong, I froze for a second in fear of losing my underwear
entirely.  Instead, she merely put a bill into place and allowed the fabric
to snap back into place.  To make matters worse, whatever girl it was ended
things by giving one of my mostly bare cheeks a sharp slap.

   Squeaking more in surprise than pain, I could only pray that no one
heard the meek sound over the loud music.  Autumn was quick to grab the
microphone and remind me to keep dancing, as my previously fluid movements
had temporarily grinded to a halt.  Forcing a confident smirk back on my
face despite how degraded I felt, I began working my body to the beat like
everything was fine.  Though I had managed to keep up the `no touching'
rule during the lap dances earlier, that concept was destroyed with one
little spank.  Now, every time someone walked up to `pay me' from behind, I
had to deal with an exploratory squeeze and/or a slap to go along with the
bill that was added to my thong.

   Every time, I let it happen.  I just kept dancing and wishing that there
was a clock nearby so I could more efficiently count down to the end of
this violating turn of events.  Eventually, my chest got a little more
action as well, as a few guys were emboldened by what was happening on my
helpless rear.  None of them went so far as to fully grope me, though I had
already dealt with that a few times already.  Instead, their hands lingered
in my bra cups, fingers exploring my bare skin for way too long before
leaving their cash behind.  And, instead of slapping them away and verbally
berating them, I simply met their eyes with a flirty smirk and acted like I
was enjoying it.

   A proper stripper, indeed.  Thanks to Autumn, and then Heather.  And, of
course, to my own naivety and total lack of a backbone.

   Thankfully, my former classmates were content to watch me get loaded up
with bills, and there was never a directive to start with the lap dances
again.  A small mercy, though I had long since forgotten what was coming.

   "Alright, it's time to see who gets the midnight kiss!" Autumn
announced.

   The DJ turned the music back down to a more normal volume, and I looked
at her in shock as I finally came back to reality.  Even with all the
wandering hands, I had still managed to disassociate the inappropriate
touches by losing myself in the music and the role I was playing.  Without
the pounding music to assist with that, however, I began thinking about
just how exposed I was.  Especially on my backside, with only a strip of
fabric between my otherwise bare cheeks.  Out of pure reflex, I raised my
arms to cover myself, to the instant displeasure of the crowd.

   "Arms down, Bella!" Autumn snapped.  Instead of the bubbly blonde
personality she had when I first arrived, this was a lot more harsh and
demanding.  A little more slurred, too, after a good amount of New Year's
Eve partying.

   I could feel everyone's eyes fixated on me, which made it almost
impossible to re-expose my more private areas.  "But-" I began, trying to
find my voice.  As usual, there were SO many cameras, though it's not like
they were going to capture anything new at this point.  Well, that wasn't
necessarily true, if this `midnight kiss' was happening.  Technically,
Autumn did mention it over the phone, but she had totally played it off as
a joke at the time.

   "Or would you prefer to go home in what you're wearing right now?"

   There was a bit of laughter and jeering throughout the room at that
comment, and I immediately felt my face heat up at the thought of driving
home in just my underwear.  As much as I didn't want to obey, I reluctantly
lowered my arms and let everyone see me again.  It was a miracle that my
bra and thong were still intact.  At this point, I could feel the fabric
starting to give, especially down below.





   PART TWELVE

   Luckily, I had worn more practical undergarments, as this was supposed
to be a dance gig and nothing more.  Still, I was nervous about the
waistband tearing and could only imagine how loose underwear would make a
bad situation worse.  With how much I had already suffered through
wandering hands, something told me that any number of the drunk and horny
guys present would react in a less than pleasant way to something like
that.

   "Better," Autumn said.

   A wave of murmurs in the crowd was painfully telling.  They were picking
up on the fact that I was stuck doing whatever Autumn told me to do, rather
than simply being the stripper I was hired to be.  It was a bit of a
revelation for me as well, now that I was on the spot in front of so many
former peers of mine.  I wanted so badly to leave right then and there, but
I didn't know where any of my things were.  No keys to drive myself home,
no phone to call a friend to pick me up.  With Heather involved, I was also
in way too deep to flee for a second time, even if I had the means.

   Autumn walked over to me with a cheap plastic New Year's hat full of
folded up slips of paper, holding it up so I could reach it from the table
without too much trouble.  "Now, whoever you pick gets a kiss at midnight.
Let's see who the lucky girl is," she said.  In a much quieter tone, she
added, "And if it's not an amazing kiss, you're not getting your clothes
back."

   It was such a simple threat, and this was the second time she had used
it in a matter of seconds.  As repetitive as it was, however, it was still
perfectly effective.  My house was miles away, and it was cold outside; did
Autumn even know about the other reason I needed to stay?  I could only
hope that the original deal was still in place-I was only supposed to be
the party's `stripper' until midnight.  Just one awkward girl kiss to round
out the mortifying night, and then I could be done.

   I reached into the hat and pulled out a slip of paper.  "Umm . . ." I
recognized the name immediately.  Every time it seemed like the night
couldn't get any worse, something else proved that it very much could.  My
face flushed even more than before, as I was already flustered from having
to stand half naked for the whole room without the pounding music to
distract me.

   Autumn took the slip from my hand.  Upon seeing the name, she smirked.
"Zoey!" she called out, to a few gasps from the crowd.

   Autumn's younger sister leaped up from one of the sofas, her lips pursed
in a small smile that was reminiscent of the older blonde's expression who
just called her name.  The girl was literally still in high school; I knew
so, because Zoey was on the dance team as well.  She was a junior when I
was a senior, which meant she was halfway through her last year there. 
While Autumn had the obnoxious `hot girl' look, Zoey's features were more
cute in comparison.

   She might have had a more innocent appearance from the neck up, but her
crop top and tight jean shorts were evidence that she didn't mind flaunting
her body at a crowded party.  I also vaguely knew Zoey from practice, and
she certainly wasn't shy.  "You SO picked me on purpose," Zoey said.  She
stepped up onto the table next to me, to the cheers of everyone else.  Once
she was on my level, I was surprised to see that we were almost exactly the
same size.  Like, not just in height.

   "Please.  I didn't even know you entered the raffle, sis!  You are
eighteen, right?"

   "As of a month ago," Zoey grinned.  She tossed her hair back, then
looked right into my eyes, "Although if I knew Bella was into girls, I
would have made my move sooner."

   "You don't even like girls!" Autumn exclaimed, "It's just a phase."

   "Tell that to the girl I fucked last week."

   It dawned on me way too late that they were just playing the crowd,
instead of actually bickering as sisters.  Every reply caused some kind of
amused reaction, especially from those that actually knew Zoey.  She was a
total flirt, and been openly bisexual for years.  Obviously, Autumn would
know that, and was just echoing the cliché adult phrase for such things.

   "Do you want to fuck Bella?" Autumn asked.

   "Stop stalling, sis!" Zoey replied.  I could tell by the look on her
face that she wasn't deflecting.  If anything, she was just getting
impatient.  The need to be the center of attention certainly ran in their
family.  "Start the music."

   "I'll take that as a yes." Walking over to the guy who had been DJing
all night, Autumn placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered something in
his ear.

   A few seconds later, that same fucking remix of `I Kissed A girl'
started playing.

   It was one thing when I was giving a lap dance to Autumn, but the song
was much more fitting for what I was about to do with her younger sister.
Any hopes of getting my blush to go away were dashed when I looked into
Zoey's eyes and fully realized that I was about to make out with her in
front of everyone.  Turning beet red, I totally froze.

   She didn't seem as bothered.  "Come on, Bells." Starting to sway her
hips, she took my hand and tried to get me back to the effortless dancing
that we both knew I was capable of doing.  "It's just one song.  Look." She
nodded her head towards the TV across the room.
11:57.

   Just three more minutes, and this would all be over.

   Taking a deep breath, I pushed a smirk on my own face and began moving
to the music.