Pretty Hurts [Chai & AlluringEnigma]

[Chai]

One Year Ago
Las Vegas, Nevada​

Mist poured out onto a long runway stage, falling over the edges and spilling out onto the dark floor. Bright colored lights filtered through the fog, illuminating the dancer who stepped up on the glassy surface. The only garments she wore besides the standard clear high heels were a black metallic thong and a matching lace top that hinted at delicious skin underneath. The neckline was high, extending up past her collarbones—it was conservative for a pole performer, but somehow the tease of her barely covered nipples was just as erotic as if she'd been wearing nothing at all. She started swaying her hips sensually to the thudding beat of some synth-rock song, gaining the attention of several men who sat in lounge chairs surrounding the stage. Already she could see the flash of bills being taken out from wallets; tonight was going to be a good night. A very good night.

Maybe it was the way she started her routine on the floor instead of the pole, or maybe it was the contrasting vision of a stripper feigning innocence with the way she dressed. Every man's fantasy was a good girl with a bad side, and that's exactly what she seemed to portray. Outside the club she might have been a nice young woman who worked the usual nine-to-five, but here she was a stunning dark creature, catering to the primal instinct of men as their salacious eyes followed her every move.

Hues of deep pinks, purples, and blues pulsed with the rhythm of the music, and the dancer began her pole portion. Long dark hair flew around like a halo as she bent at the waist and snapped her head up, gripping the steel metal in front of her and climbing it high enough to start performing her acrobatics. Her slender form belied the strong muscles that lay underneath, which were the true source of her ability to maneuver around the thin pole with ease and grace. She made it look easy, but then again, all strippers did.

As she flipped herself, gripping the pole only by her arms, her long legs spread up and outward, flashing a glimpse of the sinful skin between her thighs. It wasn't hard to imagine what exactly lay beneath the black thong, and the act was met with bills tossed onto the stage and the low murmurs of men who'd been watching her. They appraised the dancer like one would a premium cut of meat, their eyes glued to her body. And when she removed the lace top, stretching it up and over her head, some of the men's careful facades were broken. Their smirks and grins appeared across the club, making it was obvious they were enjoying the show. And when it was all over, more bills floated down from up above, getting lost in the mist and flashing lights. Apparently one of the high rollers liked the show so much, he wanted to actually make it rain.

Not that she was complaining in any away. Money was money, and she loved when men gave it to her.

"Thanks," she told one of the club assistants after she'd returned backstage and he'd given her a silk robe to cover up. From here she was supposed to change back into her normal clothes, but instead she opted to keep the robe and go around mingling with the other staff and dancers.. She wasn't a regular stripper at this club. In fact, she wasn't even the main event; she'd only come because it was her friend's first time dancing on that main stage tonight, and once the club owner knew, he'd practically begged her do a feature performance. He'd turned out to be a fan of hers, and she was only happy to indulge his request. Besides, she could hardly say no to any man that got on his knees for a woman.

She was walking to the bar when a group of men had stopped her, calling her gently over to them. Several empty glasses littered their table, a sign that they'd been drinking for a while. "How much to get a feel?" One of the men asked, his arrogance written plainly on his face, and he leaned forward a bit as if contemplating actually reaching out to touch her.

"You won't get to find that out, love," the dancer smoothly replied, shifting her weight onto one foot which seemingly accentuated all the right curves on her body. Not that she had any wrong curves, but the way the silk clung to her body left little to the imagination. She gave him a half smile and swirled her middle finger around the lip of an open champagne before dipping it entirely into the neck of the bottle. "Drinks mean no mileage with the hands, but you're always welcome to view as much as you like." Then she smiled even wider and removed her finger, slick from the cold bubbly liquid. She brought it to her mouth, sucking lightly before saying, "Mm, sweet," and walking away. She swore he could have cum right there.

"Hey Becca, could I get a cranberry vod—" she began to ask the tender when she finally reached the bar, only to be surprised to see it wasn't Becca. A gorgeous young woman stood in her place, mixing something in a shaker before pouring it into a chilled glass. "Well, I haven't seen you around before," the stripper laughed and leaned against the bar, propping her head up on the table using her elbow. "Trade you a name for a name if you're up for it? I'm Valentine."

 

[AlluringEnigma]

“You ever gonna get up on the stage, Kiara? Think you’d earn more there in a week than a month back there” came the sarcastic intonation of one of her regulars, his voice barely audible over the rhythmic thudding of the sexually-charged tunes of the Club Rio.

“Then who’d keep you company, Phil?” she purred, her low and sultry voice giving some natural flirtation to her voice without any sort of effort on Kiara’s part. She doused the cocktail glass in front of her with a healthy splash of rye. She then threw in a dash of bitters and a healthy swig of sweet vermouth, stirring the volatile concoction together with a deft hand, before sliding it over to Phil. “Besides, you tip me more than the stripper most nights anyway, honey” she purred again, leaning over the bar as she talked to Phil, showing off a heavy dose of cleavage.

“They don’t mix a Manhattan like you do” he quipped back, his eyes roaming all over her body. For a bartender, Kiara was dressed absolutely scandalously. The white, billowy crop top she wore was prone to sagging whenever she leaned over, and the skimpy black lace bra below left little to the imagination. Whenever she was forced to turn around to nab some spirits from the shelf behind her, her patrons were always greeted with the tight black leather leggings that had practically become her trademark, and the view of her tight body as a result. None of that was to mention the different set of heels that accompanied her to work every day or the wavy, black curls that fell past her shoulders.

“Well, I know my way around a drink or two, baby” she added with a twinkle in her eyes. “Besides, honey, if I laid it all out on the stage, then you’d have nothing to look forward to on my day off” she quipped, pulling back from her lean on the bar and perching herself atop the stool she kept behind the bar. At the moment, there was an absolutely stunning Asian girl twirling about on the stage. The bar tended to hit a lull during performances, and as a result Kiara was allowed a few moments to herself, for the most part at least.

“Know who the girl is?” Phil gestured with his drink towards the stage. Kiara allowed herself a moment to enjoy the show, watching with a subtle smirk on her face as the entertainment lost her top.

“Nope. I know my boss won’t shut up about her. I think she works at one of the other clubs” Kiara remarked, though her eyes continued to linger on the particular stripper of conversation. No wonder Marvin had been unable to stop talking about the girl – she was much more talented than the regular roster that frequented Club Rio.

Phil shrugged. “I wouldn’t know, none of the other clubs make as good of a Manhattan” he added with a shit-eating smirk. Phil was a generally all-around good guy, but his flirtations got more and more obvious the more she served him. Of course, it’s not like it mattered to her; his monthly tips alone paid for her small apartment by themselves.

A rude awakening pulled her away from the comfortable familiarity of Phil and towards the rowdy group in the corner of the bar. The apparent leader of the group had his empty glass raised, signaling for another finger of whiskey. She had been freshening his glass for the past hour with the same exact drink, though she got the sense he didn’t even enjoy whiskey. It seemed more like a flex for his cohorts, as she had decided to call them. She turned around and bent down for the bottle of whiskey, which elicited several whistles from the heavily-inebriated group. She rolled her eyes before turning back around, smoothly grabbing a glass in one motion and leaning over the bar once more, this time facing the group, as she poured.

The presumptive leader leaned forward and gave her a wide smile, one that bordered on being unsettling. “Damn girl; should have been on stage with that hot piece of Oriental ass earlier. Boys would have liked that.” His comment was met with a raucous round of cheers from his compatriots and the celebratory clink of glasses, only further egging him on.

Kiara kept silent and pushed the drink forward, which was met with a folded 100 dollar bill. Instinctually, she reached out to collect her tip only to see the hand retract as fast as it came out. The man gave a soft tsk’ing sound as if he was a parent who had caught a child overreaching their bounds. “Nuh uh, dear. You gotta do a little more than pour a whiskey to earn a tip like that. Why don’t you lose the top, hun? That might be worth a C-note” he added boisterously, thriving off the encouragement of his sozzled entourage.

Kiara didn’t allow her facial expression to change a bit. Instead, she leaned forward a little more, her breath now hot on the man’s face as she looked at him with a sickly sweet smile, his eyes flitting between her eyes and her cleavage. Softly, the music having lulled with the exit of the star from the stage, she whispered “How about you go fuck yourself instead?”

Then, without a word, Kiara withdrew from the confrontation and retreated back to her stool at the center of the bar. Most of the posse had no idea what had happened, but they had all sensed that Kiara had crushed the mojo of their leader, at least until he finished his newest beverage.

In the time she had been stuck with the boy band from hell, Phil had wandered off to find some titties to ogle for the night so he could continue to pretend he came to the club for that. In his place was a couple folded, hundred dollar bills. Thus, Kiara was left to tend bar without any of her regulars to converse with between pouring drinks. As a result, the curvy ebony beauty flitted between the bar in silence, the only interruption of her wordless cadence being the occasional flirtation, delivered in her trademark sultry tone.

That was when she walked over. In person, Valentine was just as lovely, if not more so, than she was on stage. The pure silk robe seemed to do nothing but accentuate the goddess impression that followed the stunning beauty. It wasn't just her looks either. As she watched Valentine flawlessly deal with the boozed-up boys that had harassed Kiara earlier, she couldn't help but feel that Valentine was as close to perfection that could ever be manifested, thought to be fair Kiara was a sucker for a pretty face and a sassy mouth. Every movement of hers could be frozen in time and hung as a portrait in the Louvre, and it would look none too out of place.

She was a little bemused, then, by the small fuckup of routine that Valentine committed. It was almost comforting to know that not every moment of Valentine's life was stringed-together success. It didn't hurt to erode the gravitas of the girl either - Kiara might have stuttered like an idiot otherwise when confronted by Valentine.

Kiara took a moment to eye up Valentine as she spoke, her supple form seemingly melding together perfectly with the smooth surface of the bar. Was there any angle that Valentine didn't completely own? Nonetheless, Kiara had talked to plenty of the strippers at the bar before, and while none were as immediately striking as Valentine, she wasn't intimidated enough to lose her act. "Kiara," she intoned, adding a little extra honey to her voice "though you can call me Ki, sugar."

Valentine raised her eyebrow a little, which encouraged Kiara to push her luck a little. After all, one of the benefits of working at a titty bar was flirting with the help. "I'd trade you a lot more than names though, honey. That was some show" she purred, her eyes sparkling in the moody lighting of the bar. "Are you usually that enthusiastic in private?" Kiara gave Valentine a confident smile, as if she regularly got to hit on girls as flawless as her present company.

 

[Chai]

Kiara. Ki. Feisty name for a feisty girl. It was short and sweet but filled with so much sass—the same sass that dripped off her tongue and into her honeyed voice. Valentine wondered for a brief moment what else Ki could do with that sassy little mouth, and she would have asked, too, if she hadn't known the girl for all of ten seconds.

She didn't normally talk about her private life with curious men, but she almost always made the exception for curious women, especially the ones she met at the clubs. It was hard not to flirt with them, even when she knew it was part of the job description for anyone who worked at a titty bar. What could she say; she liked girls just as much as she liked guys, even more so when they were pretty ones that hit on her. But she kept those thoughts to herself, simply watching as the bartender rimmed a glass with lime juice and dipped it into a shallow container of sugar.

"Thanks," Valentine said, sinking her body further into the bar, the outline of her bust spilling over onto the surface. "I try, both on stage and in private, but personally, I think my private shows are so much more exciting. I like to get really... hands on, y'know? Up close and personal. Maybe I can show you when you're done here. You seem like the kind of woman who's good with her hands... being a bartender and all."

She let the innuendo hang in the air as the main dancer finally took the stage, the beat of the music slowing and changing once more to something more hip-hop based. The base thudded through the floor and the lights lowered to more blue tones, but the dancer's pretty face could still be seen from the glow of the white stage. Valentine knew her; she'd met Jade at one of the local pole fitness places where she taught the occasional masterclass for aspiring Vegas strippers. Even back then, she'd pegged the young blonde as a high-flier from the group, and it had only taken a year for her to get noticed as a main money maker. They'd stayed in touch, naturally—it was good to have contacts in any business, and stripping was no different.

"Listen," she said turning back to Kiara, one side of her red lips curling upwards into a smirk, "Jade—up there—loves to party backstage after her routines. She invited me, of course, and I didn't have a date to bring, but maybe I do now. If you're up for it, I mean. We can even see about getting... Up close and personal." She paused for a moment before adding, "With the dancers."

Valentine's smirk had transformed into a full, toothy grin, and she turned just in time to catch a passing girl, the one who she'd originally been looking for. "Becca! Hey, do you mind covering for Ki for just a moment? I promised I'd take her to meet Jade, and you know me, I'm all about keeping my promises."

Becca's own knowing smile lit up, and she arched an eyebrow at the dancer. "Sure, 'course I will." Then placing a tray of empty glasses and bottles on the bar, she leaned in and giggled at the other bartender. "Have lots of fun, Ki."

It was kind of a ritual Valentine had with people she met that she wanted to continue to know. Nothing hit a person's sweet spot better than flattery and free booze, and she loved doing it for pretty girls. "Oh, and send a bottle of Cîroc and some mixers to the big VIP room. We're having a fun little girls' party. You know, the usual." And with that, she sauntered away to back of the club.

 

[AlluringEnigma]

Valentine was one of those people that seemed like a magnet, as if their very presence in a room just demanded attention. Ki had always felt like she had that sort of personality; though she had never had the body to back it up like Val did. It was rare for her to see someone as electric as that come through a place like this, and it was even rarer for Ki to grab their attention.

Val’s seemed a walking contradiction at times, so mesmerizing was her beauty. Her face was flawless, yet she seemed innocent enough to be the girl next door. Her curves were near-impossible, yet she still came off as somewhat petite. Ki couldn’t help but find herself staring continuously, slightly dumbfounded at just how attractive she found Val to be. Maybe it was the dim lighting obscuring her flaws, or maybe she was just tired from a full day of work she thought to herself. Regardless, there was no way in hell she was going to decline an invitation backstage; besides she was too popular here to get yelled at for one night of fun.

“You’d be surprised the things I can do with my hands” she purred, her voice thick with honey, as she leaned a little forward. She wasn’t as eager to match Val – after all her chest wasn’t going to complement the bar as well as the gorgeous Asian – but she was still enchanted with the aura of the girl, and felt as if she wanted to be as close as she could possibly manage.

It seemed as if things were going her way tonight. Becca had found her way back from the private table she had been entertaining in the corner of the club, a tray full of empty drinks and bottles showing just how occupied she had been. Even better, Val seemingly knew Becca and arranged for the bar to be manned while Ki was attending to more pressing matters. Besides, Ki recognized Jade from a few previous performances – she would’ve probably accepted an invitation just from her, let alone from both.

“Mmm, I imagine I will Becca. Have you seen her?” she purred, feigning a whisper, though her tone was more than loud enough for Val to hear the compliment. Ki was a little intrigued at the choice of liquor. Strippers usually went with the classic champagne, wine, or moscato. That wasn’t to say Ki disapproved – she was a bartender for fuck’s sake, it would take more than few bottles of the sweeter stuff to put a dent in her armor – but it was certainly curious. Over in the corner, the group of obnoxious guys were back to ogling the pair. One of them yelled out “Kiss her already, whore!” It spoke a lot to their character, and lack of intelligence, that Ki had no idea which one of the two they were ordering around.

Valentine seemed completely unfazed by the idiots, and Ki endeavored to take her lead. After all, she had said her peace, their ever-increasing consumption of booze was only going to make them even more annoying and incoherent. When Val turned to leave, Ki scurried from behind the bar to follow, like a pupil following the confident strut of a wizened teacher.

Ki was little out of her element, at the moment. It was somewhat unsettling, in fact. She was used to being the cool and collected one – the girl with the comeback for every witticism, flirtation, and insult that came her way. Hell, it wasn’t even like she wasn’t used to the club – she had been to the VIP room plenty of times before, even with desirable company a few of those times. There was just something about Val that drew her in and shook the foundation beneath her feet, as if every confident strut from the Asian sent out a shockwave that just dumbfounded the young bartender. She shook her head Just forget about it. Just enjoy yourself.

A deep breath assuaged the rest of her anxiety, Kiara pushing it out of her mind as they entered the VIP room. She had managed to land herself a gig at a pretty nice club, and the VIP room was just as lavish and opulent as the rest of the place.

Expensive leather couches were scattered about the carpeted floor, along with a row of mirrors at one end of the room. At the center lay a glittery stripper pole, flanked by an array of armchairs and tables. Towards the back of the room was an alleyway exit – for the help to exit discreetly after their performance and avoid the cajoling of their audience. None of this was to mention the thudding music from the speakers within the room (thought it was quieter than the club itself) and the moody, neon pinks and blues that danced across the room.

Val turned to face Ki as she entered the room, giving her a flirtatious grin and remarking “It’s not particularly cozy, but we can fix that.” Even her tone screamed sex, her whole body radiating confidence. Ki took another breath, steadying herself and making sure to keep herself in the moment.

“Oh? Have some ideas, honey?” she purred, taking a seat at one of the armchairs that looked on to the strip pole. She leaned back in the chair, slightly spreading apart her legs, and reclining back, as if she was waiting for some paid show.

“I’ve got a couple” she quipped back, winking at the ebony bartender, before slowly strutting backwards, her hips swaying seductively before she came into contact with the pole at the center of the room. She reached her arms upwards, gripping the pole and lowering herself seductively to the ground in a squat. Once Val had reached the bottom of the pole itself, she flung her legs over her head, her crotch now pushed against the pole and her legs clinging on to the metal, her hair falling to the ground in waves with her whole body facing the pole.

Val pushed her body straight for a second, before twirling around the pole and sliding to the bottom, swinging her legs around it and ending up upright and straddling the pole. She rose to her feet, and left the comfort of the pole for a second, turning to face Kiara. She smiled teasingly, before shrugging off the silk robe, the expensive garment falling to the ground in a crumpled heap. “It was getting a little stuffy in here” she remarked offhandedly, as if she had simply taken off a jacket to reveal her clothes underneath.

Ki took in a sharp breath. Valentine was even more beautiful in person. Her skin seemed flawless, as if she had been carved out of some sort of rock, and Val’s breasts were even more stunning in person. The black thong, the only shed of decency left on the girl, seemed to cover just the tiniest amount, leaving little to Kiara’s imagination.

The scintillating seductress, having teased Ki enough for her liking, shimmied forward, her curves only accentuated by the soft, neon lighting. Ki felt her breath catch in her throat for a moment, as if she had died and was just now being approached by angel.

Val reached the armchair and straddled the hips of the young bartender, looking down on her with a smile. It seemed as if the chairs were made to account for the lascivious act – the seat of the chair itself was more than wide enough to accommodate Val’s knees on either side of Ki’s hips. “Are you gonna stare until the drinks show up, or are you going to appreciate the VIP access?” she purred, leaning down to kiss at Ki’s neck.

Kiara tentatively reached her hands outward, though she started at Val’s hips. She was amazed at how soft her skin was; after all every part of Valentine was toned for her profession, she had been expecting to be a little intimidated by the musculature of the girl. Instead, her grasp was met with warmth and a softness that seemed to invite touch. “Am I dreaming?” Ki purred, as she looked up at Val, biting her lip, her eyes alight with lust. Her deft touch slowly spread upwards, outlining the taut belly of the Asian performer, before making their way to the prize.

Kiara’s touch was tentative at first as she reached the real prize. She had, after all, just met Val, and while the girl’s grinding hips seemed to invite the touch, as well as her lusty stare, she was still at least a little anxious. However, when no rebuke was offered, her hands slowly started to massage the impressive mounds, Ki letting out a low growl of pleasure from the visceral act. “I told you I was more fun in private” Val hummed.

Ki smiled up at Valentine, remarking “You were right. Might have even tempted me to give the pole a shot” she mused, the thought exciting her. She had practiced before in the after-hours of the place – how could the thought not have entered her mind after so many hours at the club – but she had never done so for anyone else. Plus, there was a certain part of her that aspired to impress Val, and while she’d never match the girl’s acrobatics, she imagined that the stunning Asian would at least enjoy the effort.

Ki’s thumb grazed the nipples of the stripper above her, the erect buds flicking the slightest bit from the motion, a soft moan of approval slipping from Val’s lips. “I wouldn’t mind a little entertainment before the drinks, and Jade, get here” she mused, eyeing Ki with a note of licentiousness in her eyes. She stood up from her spot atop Kiara, and gestured over at the pole teasingly, as if she was ordering the young bartender around. “Hop to it. Becca might be here any moment” she remarked with a devilish grin.

 

[Chai]

"You don't want to leave me incredibly, bored, would you?" Valentine asked even as Kiara gave a soft, sultry laugh and moved toward the pole. "I invited you to the party and so you should find a way to repay me." But the small Asian followed the tender to the pole, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she directed Kiara on where to hold the metal. The muted thud of a sexy Beyonce song filled the room, and Val grinned at the young girl in front of her. The perfect song for a perfect girl.

"One hand here, another here," Val instructed, running her soft fingertips across Kiara's tanned skin... over her arms, to her shoulders, and finally down to the small of her back, where she snapped the band of her leggings. "Skin helps you gain traction as you move, which means you'll have to lose these. Unfortunate." Valentine giggled and slowly began tugging the black fabric off, exposing Kiara's toned ass and the red thong that lay between the cheeks. Lacey, fierce, and bold, she thought it was exactly the kind of thing Kiara would wear.

"Am I getting tips on how to be a dancer, or is this just your excuse at getting me undressed?" Ki smirked as she asked the question, stepping out of the leggings and allowing Valentine to toss them back toward the couch.

"Yes," Val said in response, the answer serving as confirmation for either option, and she softly squeezed Kiara's bare ass as she stood once more, moving behind the bartender and brushing the dark hair aside. "Move with the music, the beat runs through your body," she murmured against Ki's ear, kissing her neck as she pulled away. "Now let's see."

For a girl who served drinks, Kiara seemed to be well adapted to the pole. The movements were fluid, natural even, as she effortlessly twirled and sank her body into different maneuvers. "This entertaining enough for you?" Ki purred from midway up the pole, catching Valentine and pulling her close. "Or are there other things you can teach me?"

"Other things. A lot of other things." Val grinned and reached up to stroke Kiara's bare thigh, slipping a couple fingers under the band of the red thong and pulling it gently, letting it snap back against her hip. "Dancers are flexible. It's good for a lot of... positions. Cross your arms and grab the pole like this... Mhm, let gravity and your arms do the work. Now you can relax your grip from your legs..." She gently coaxed open Kiara's thighs, watching them fall to either side in an open air split.

And then for her own personal entertainment, she looked down at the bartender's face as her fingers reached up to her legs once more, but teasing this time, skimming across her inner thighs and fluttering over the skin. Then, for the briefest moment, Valentine teased her fingers over the sinful patch of skin hidden just under the red lace. They glided over the warmth, just a small taste of what Val really wanted to do, and she was rewarded by Kiara's head falling slack a small moan escaping her lips.

"Cîroc and mixers," an unfamiliar voice interrupted them. A petite raven-haired beauty looked wide-eyed at the scene unfolding in front of her, and she set down the drinks and glasses on the table behind them before scurrying out of that VIP room. Valentine almost laughed; she must have been new.

"See? A lot of things," Valentine finally smirked and stepped back, letting Kiara right herself. There was something about the ebony girl that drew her in; was it the confidence? The bad bitch attitude? She didn't know exactly what it was, but she found herself wanting to push the boundaries with her. See how far they could go before one of them chickened out, and it sure as hell wouldn't be herself.

She poured drinks for the both of them, mixing some of the flavored vodka with cranberry juice and a splash of lemon, then gestured for the bartender to sit down next to her on the couch. Taking a sip of her own cocktail, Valentine draped her legs over Kiara's and used her free hand to play with the other girl's hair and body, giving her light touches here and there. "So how long have you been working here? Usually Becca always tell me when this place hires another pretty girl."

 

[AlluringEnigma]

Ki was a little uncomfortable seeing someone else mix a drink for her. It wasn’t that she was opposed to the idea or anything – she was just used to being designated as the bartender even amongst friends. Of course, she was the tiniest bit annoyed by the fact that Val had mixed a little too much Cîroc and not enough cranberry juice, but nowhere near enough to actually care. Vodka was vodka, and a drop-dead gorgeous stripper like Valentine could mix her a cranberry-vodka with only Cîroc and she wouldn’t say a word.

Ki took a seat on the couch, with Val a few inches away from her, the shapely, toned legs of the beauty draped enticingly over Ki’s lap. Though she’d never admit it, even the light little grazing of Val’s hand had turned her on immensely. Even the light grazing of Valentine’s hand as it roamed across her skin and toyed with Kiara’s hair was enough to send little shivers down the bartender’s spine.

Val’s question was rather mundane, but the mood, and the wardrobe, of the setting made Ki answer in a much more sultry tone than usual “Mmm, honey, I trained Becca when she first started. I’d thank you for the compliment, but you already got into my pants, so it’d seem a bit redundant, wouldn’t you say?” Ki intoned with a slight grin, her eyes alight with mischief.

Kiara continued on “I’ve never seen you dance here, though; and trust me I’d remember someone like you, honey. So why are you-“ as Ki spoke, Valentine’s hand ran along her inner thigh, her index finger pressing down teasingly on the fabric of the red thong, causing Ki’s breath to catch mid-sentence.

“Sorry did I distract you?” Val asked with a mischievous giggle, clearly enjoying every moment of her advances.

Ki, not one to be easily flustered (even by someone as skillful as Valentine), pressed on with her inquiry “When did you start dancing here, hun?”

Val smiled again naughtily, her hand running along the waist of Ki, before returning to fiddle with the ebony girl’s hair once more. “I don’t usually dance here. I came here to-“this time, before Val could finish, Ki leaned forward in one fell swoop and planted a kiss on the inviting lips of the Asian performer, muffling any answer she was going to provide.

Val was a little surprised at first by the boldness of the girl, though she was quick to adapt, and soon she melted into the embrace, returning the kiss with double the passion, her lips pressing eagerly against Ki’s and her tongue pushing forward into Val’s mouth.

The embrace lingered for a few moments in its intensity, the duration of which Ki spent being felt up by the roaming hand of Valentine, before she pulled back and smirked at Val. “Sorry, you were saying?”

Val bit her lip and replied “As I was saying before I was so pleasantly interrupted, I’m just here as a favor to the owner and a friend.” Val lightly ran her nails along the tender skin of her new friend’s inner thigh, eliciting a similar bite of the lips from Ki.

Kiara smirked and returned the favor this time, her hand running along the length of Valentine’s lithe body. She started at the lower thigh of the girl, her nails running playfully along the flesh before teasingly lingering above the fabric of the black thong, pushing down to see what sort of response it elicited from her partner.

After a few seconds there, she continued upwards, her fingertips lightly grazing the toned stomach of the dancer, before dancing upwards to the firm bust of the dancer, playfully circling around one of her erect buds, giving a light squeeze and continuing upwards. Finally, her hand reached the neck of Val and she gave a light squeeze, giggling playfully before withdrawing her touch completely. The little squirms and soft, nearly-indistinguishable moans that had come from the girl only confirmed the desired effect had taken place.

By this point, they had consumed an entire glass of liquid courage. Ki leaned forward, directly over the feet of the lounging stripper and gestured for Val’s glass. The girl handed it over and she got to work on refilling both their glasses with a more-expertly concocted glass of cranberry juice and vodka.

As she poured, Valentine was offered up a decent portion of Ki’s backside, the girl bent over far enough for most of it to be off the couch itself. “Red’s your color, baby” Val purred, as her free hands reached forward to teasingly run her fingertips along the firm rump.

“Is that so?” Ki asked, cocking her head back to give Val a naughty grin as she poured out the Cîroc for her own drink.

“Mmmmhmm” came the subdued, guttural reply of Valentine. She allowed her hands to roam for a second more, before softly squeezing the firm flesh and giggling, pulling both her hands back and sending a teasing, parting slap to the butt of her companion.

Ki let out a surprised yelp, nearly spilling her own drink in shock. “Watch it! You’re gonna waste good vodka” she cried out, leaning back into her seated position and handing over Val’s refreshed drink.

Valentine smiled as she took a long sip of the vodka, her eyes screaming mischief, before replying “Maybe, but I wasn’t going to waste such a good view.”

Kiara laughed as she downed half the glass in one sip, the tingle of the vodka only furthering her arousal, and her arousal only furthering her desire for more vodka. “As if you won’t get that view again tonight. Besides I-“ she paused mid-speech and let out a yawn, her free hand grabbing her forehead “That’s weird, it’s not even that late. Why do I feel so sleepy?” she asked, snapping out of the relaxed, sultry tone she had been inhabiting for most of her time with Val.