White Stockings, Part Five

“Is it okay if I invite someone to Thanksgiving dinner?”

Jaime glanced up from her paper, saw Eliza looking at her expectantly. They were sitting at the kitchen table, Eliza bent over her math homework and Jaime reading the newspaper. They spent a lot of weeknights in these same positions, doing these same things. It was becoming a ritual for them.

She thought she knew who the girl wanted to invite, but she asked, anyway, “Who?”

“Sarah,” Eliza said.

“Have you talked to her about it?” Jaime asked.

“Um, not yet,” Eliza said, fiddling with her homework, “I wanted to ask you first.”

“If she wants to, it’s okay with me,” Jaime said, smiling at the girl, “ask her tomorrow.”

“Or you could,” Eliza said, leaning across the table for a kiss, “you could come to see me dance and ask her yourself. Besides, Tank and Annie have been asking about you. The girls, too.”

“Okay,” Jaime said, smiling at her.

It had been a while since she had been to the Cuarto de la Nina, even though she had promised Eliza she’d come and watch her dance. Growing her new business took up a lot of her time, but she’d set aside tomorrow night to make good on that promise. She was looking forward to seeing Tank and Annie, even Julio’s grumpy ass.

Then there was little Sarah. Jaime smiled thinking about the little ragamuffin, with her big blue eyes and infectious grin. If Eliza hadn’t suggested it, Jaime would have asked if she was okay with the girl joining them.

Sarah had been to the house a couple of dozen times to practice new dance routines with Eliza. No matter how busy she was, Jaime would have to stop and watch her girlfriend with the eight-year-old. Sarah looked up to Eliza, worked her little butt off on each routine to make Eliza proud of her. Her desire to please Eliza was often comical and always endearing.

Jamie thought Eliza kept coming up with routines for Sarah because she wanted to see the girl. Sarah had found a home in Eliza’s heart, and Eliza had become like a big sister and mentor for the eight-year-old. Eliza had even signed Sarah up for dance classes at the same studio she spent her weekends. Sarah loved it, mostly because she got to hang out with Eliza.

Closing her math book, Eliza said, “Finished.”

“Not too much tonight?” Jaime asked.

“I think the teachers are ready for Thanksgiving break, too,” Eliza said, putting her books back in her bag.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Jaime asked, setting her paper aside.

Eliza smiled at her, said, “Can’t. If you are coming to see me, I need to work on my dance.”

“Oh?” Jaime asked, intrigued.

“Speak of which,” Eliza said, giving her a quick kiss before springing to her feet, “I need the bedroom for a couple of hours.”

“I take it I don’t get to watch?” Jaime asked.

“Not until tomorrow,” Eliza said, with a playful smile.

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Closing her laptop, Jaime glanced at the clock. Eliza was just getting out of school and was catching her first bus. It took her three different buses to get to the Quarto and almost an hour to cover the distance it would have taken about fifteen minutes by car. Jaime picked up her phone and opened the Uber app, requesting a pick up for forty-five minutes from now. She was hoping to meet Eliza as she got off the bus.

Not for the first time, Jaime felt a twist of guilt that Eliza still had to take the bus everywhere. Jaime’s DUI was still hanging over them like a storm cloud and, according to the judge, there were another two months of rain on the horizon.

At least, it is only two months, now, Jaime thought, shaking her head, I already have ten in the bag.

Getting up, she put her coffee mug in the sink, then walked down the hall for a quick shower. As she started the water going, she glanced at her razor. Thinking about Eliza dancing, Jaime decided she definitely needed to shave. She was going to need smooth legs tonight, the sexy gyrations of Eliza’s lithe body never failing to get her heart racing.

All day she has been distracting herself with thoughts of Eliza dancing on stage, wearing the new costume she had made for tonight. Eliza hadn’t let her see it, so her imagination had been running wild all afternoon trying to guess how it would look. She barely got any work done.

Smiling, she thought, That’s nothing new, really. She’s my greatest motivator to succeed but also my biggest distraction.

Jaime had no doubt whatever Eliza had come up with would look amazing on the girl. With her tight dancer body and long legs, Eliza could wear a burlap sack and still turn heads. Jaime was even more susceptible to her beauty because beneath that simple lust was a love that was as deep and wide as the ocean and as sure as the sun rising in the morning.

Standing under the spray of hot water, she let the tension of staring at a computer screen all day wash out of her. She sighed as the shower rejuvenated tired muscles in her back and shoulders and she felt herself coming back to life. By the time she turned off the water, she was ready for a night out.

Drying off, she wrapped the towel around her naked body, then walked to her bedroom to find something to wear. She thought about going casual, but she found herself riffling through her dresses instead. Smiling, she saw one that Eliza loved and decided to wear it. Dancing on stage at the Cuarto usually left Eliza feeling frisky, but Jaime figured the dress might help seal the deal tonight.

She left the dress hanging for now, going to her dresser instead. Dropping her towel, she opened her unmentionables drawer. She needed something sexy to wear under the dress in case the night went as she hoped it would. Running her fingers over the lace and silk, she smiled, thinking she never used to have this much lingerie. Eliza liked her in something sheer and clingy, and Jaime loved dressing up for her. The look in her eye and the playful uptick of her smile as Eliza looked at her in a bustier or teddy was all she needed to keep her going back to the lingerie shop.

Selecting a sheer white garter belt and stockings, she thought back to how her relationship with Eliza had begun with a pair of stockings like these. Just a peek of the lacy tops of the nylons the girl had been wearing under the tartan skirt of her school uniform had propelled Jaime off the bus and into the girl’s life.

Jaime added a matching white bra and panty set, then closed the drawer. Sitting on the bed, she rolled the nylons onto her long legs, then fastened them to the garter belt. The thong went on over the garters, so it would be easier for Eliza to get it off later. Eliza usually wanted her to keep the stockings on when they made love.

With her lingerie on, Jaime slipped into the clingy white dress that Eliza loved, then stepped into a pair of white heels. Stepping in front of the mirror, she thought she cleaned up pretty good. Satisfied, she went back to the bathroom to finish getting ready. She styled her hair and put on some makeup, dabbed a little perfume on her neck.

Ready, she found her phone, checked on her ride.

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Jaime stood at the bus stop, looking up the street to where the number fifty-one bus would be coming over the hill any minute now. Her Uber had just dropped her off a few minutes ago, and she couldn’t wait to see Eliza get off the bus in her school uniform. She was a little ashamed to admit that the tartan skirt and button up blouse, the necktie and black Mary Janes never failed to get her heart beating faster, no matter how many times she has seen Eliza in it.

Right on time for once, the bus crested the hill and came to a stop in front of Jaime. She waited through the crowd of commuters disembarking until she saw Eliza near the back of the line. The girl grinned brightly when she saw Jaime, flew into her arms for a hug. Jaime had to restrain herself from kissing the girl, an urge that was nearly impossible to resist.

“What are you doing here?” Eliza asked, pulling back.

“Wanted to meet you before you headed inside,” Jaime said, smiling at her.

“You look beautiful,” Eliza said, her limpid brown eyes flashing as she looked Jaime up and down. She suddenly grabbed Jaime’s hand and pulled her toward the alley, said, “Come on.”

“Okay,” Jaime said, following after her.

Barely out of sight of the people walking down the street, Eliza moved against Jaime and gave her a breath-stealing kiss. After a while, she pulled back and gave Jaime a playful smile, said, “God, I love you in this dress.”

“I know,” Jaime husked.

“So you wore it just to torture me?” Eliza asked.

“Something like that,” Jaime said, kissing her, “let’s get to the Cuarto. It’s getting cold out here.”

“Might snow,” Eliza said, putting her arm around Jaime’s waist.

As they started walking toward the grocery store that hid the entrance to the Cuarto de la Nina, Eliza told Jaime about her day. When Eliza asked about Jaime’s, she could only smile sheepishly as she said, “I spent most of the day thinking about you and tonight… The costume you wouldn’t let me see.”

Laughing, Eliza leaned in and kissed her, “Imagine how I felt wearing it all day.”

“You are wearing it? I thought it was in your backpack,” Jaime said, stopping to look at her girlfriend.

A little embarrassed, Eliza said, “I could keep it in my bag, but it’s more fun to wear it. Exciting.”

Laughing, Jaime asked, “Is that why you were wearing the stockings on the bus that day?”

“Yeah,” Eliza said, smiling at Jaime, “although I didn’t realize they were showing… Or that anyone was looking.”

“Definitely got my attention,” Jaime said, as they started walking, again.

They were still thirty feet from the back entrance when the door opened, and Tank stepped outside. Letting go of Jaime, Eliza ran over to him and gave him a hug. Smiling, Jaime walked over to where they stood.

“Hey Jaime,” Tank said.

“Hey, Big Guy,” Jaime said, surprising him with a hug of her own, “how have you been?”

“Pretty good,” Tank said, giving Jaime a look, “it’s been a while.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jaime said, sheepishly, “been busy getting the business up and running.”

“So I have to set up a portfolio to get you to visit?” He asked.

Laughing, Jaime said, “I promise to come by more often… Or you could come to dinner sometime.”

“Careful,” he said, smiling, “I’m a big guy with an even bigger appetite.”

“The offer still stands,” Jaime said, patting him on the shoulder, “we probably owe you one for all you’ve done for us.”

“Ah,” he said, waving it off, “you don’t owe me anything. You’ve done enough helping the girls.”

Jaime was pretty sure Tank was just supposed to be a guard at the back door, but he was more than that to the girls and vice versa. Jaime felt bad for anyone who tried to hurt the girls who danced at the Cuarto. Tank looked like he’d take it personally.

“We still want to make you dinner sometime,” Eliza said, smiling at him.

“Well, if you insist,” he said, patting his belly, “I’m not one to turn down too many meals.”

“How about the first Saturday in December?” Jaime asked, figuring he already had plans for Thanksgiving.

“Sounds good,” he said, then waved them through the door, “better get inside. It is already filling up in there.”

Eliza and Jaime walked through the quiet supermarket, to the office in one corner. Smiling, Jaime remembered how confused she had been the first time she stood in front of this unassuming wooden door with a ‘manager’ plaque on it. Eliza had been at her side that night, too, but the circumstances had been a lot different.

Haley opened the door before they could knock, smiling as she let them into the office. Jaime wondered if everyone got this treatment or if she was a special case. Annie liked to say Jaime was an honorary employee here at the Cuarto because she helped the dancers with their finances. Jaime thought Haley was friendly with her because Jaime was apart of the team.

When she suddenly received a hug from Haley, Jaime thought she was probably right. She thought of Tank and Annie as close friends, while Haley was more of an acquaintance. Still, they were friendly, made small talk when they saw each other.

“It’s been a while,” Haley said, letting go of her.

“Yeah,” Jaime said, with a sheepish smile.

“How have you been?”

“Busy with the new business,” Jaime said.

“Eliza tells me you quit the firm you used to work for, that you are self-employed,” Haley said, walking behind her desk, “how’s that going?”

“Pretty good, actually,” Jaime said, a touch of pride entering her voice, “started with four clients and I’m up to nine now. Well, not counting the girls and Annie.”

“Don’t suppose you could use a tenth?” Haley asked.

“You are looking to invest?” Jaime asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Julio pays okay, but… Well, you know how it goes,” Haley said, sitting behind her desk.

“Um, I’m not working tonight, but if you want to get in touch with me tomorrow,” Jaime said, opening her purse and pulling out a business card, “we can set up a lunch to talk about your financial goals.”

Smiling, Haley said, “I’d like that. If nothing else, it’ll give me a chance to buy you lunch for all the help you’ve given the girls.”

“That would be a change,” Jaime said, laughing self-consciously, “usually I have to pick up the bill.”

“Like I said, I- all of the Cuarto staff- appreciate you helping the dancers. I know it’s a horrible business model, but we want to see the girls pay off their debts as quickly as possible. We’d happily shut the doors for good if we could,” Haley said.

“I’m glad to help,” Jaime said, a little embarrassed. She really didn’t feel like she had done that much, but Haley was the second person in less than ten minutes to bring up the fact she had helped some of the dancers with their money.

“Anyway,” Haley said, pressing a button to open the hidden door to the Cuarto, “I’ll call you tomorrow and set something up. You better get downstairs before we run out of seats.”

“Okay,” Jaime said.

They headed downstairs. Eliza caught Jaime’s arm before they went inside, pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Letting go of her, Eliza ran inside, leaving Jaime smiling and shaking her head. She was still smiling as she pushed through the double doors and into the bar proper.

Jaime didn’t see Eliza anywhere, but what she did see was Tank and Haley weren’t kidding about the place being packed. She managed to snag the last remaining bar stool. Annie saw her, waved, then came around the bar to give her a hug.

“Hey, Stranger,” Annie said, giving her a look.

“I get it, I get it,” Jaime said, laughing, “I need to visit more.”

“You do,” Annie said, looking around, “is Eliza here tonight?”

“Um, yeah,” Jaime said, snorting, “somewhere.”

“Ah,” Annie said, nodding, “she’s probably in the back. If she tells the girls you are here, you better-”

“Jaime!” Someone squealed behind her.

Turning, Jaime saw Sarah running toward her. Jaime smiled and dropped to one knee to give the slight girl a hug. When she finally pulled back, she said, “Hey, Sweetie.”

“Did you come to see Eliza’s new dance?” Sarah asked, grinning at her.

“That and to ask you something,” Jaime said, noticing the costume the girl wore. She thought this was more of Eliza’s handy work. It was sheer and clingy and very revealing, cut to make the little girl more sensual than she should be.

Jaime wished the Sarah didn’t need a costume like this. It took all of her restraint not to wrap the girl in her coat and take her out of this place. She couldn’t do it because it would only cause more problems for her.

“Me?” Sarah parroted, surprised, “ask me what?”

“I was wondering if you would like to have Thanksgiving dinner with Eliza and me?” Jaime asked.

“Really?” Sarah asked, her eyes getting big, “I’d love to!”

“Good,” Jaime said, smiling at the girl, “I already bought extra food, so if you didn’t come… Let’s just say Eliza and I would still have been eating turkey when Christmas rolled around.”

Giggling, Sarah said, “That’s a lot of turkey.”

“It is, which means you are going to have to eat your fair share,” Jaime said, tickling the girl’s bare belly, “can’t stop until you have a belly like a little potbelly pig.”

“Oink, oink,” Sarah said, laughing and squirming.

“We’ll pick you in the morning, and you can spend the day with us,” Jaime said.

“Okay,” Sarah said, hugging Jaime, again.

“You better get backstage,” Jaime said, releasing the girl.

“Right,” Sarah said, waving as she walked away.

Jaime straightened back up and saw Annie giving her an amused look. A little sheepishly, she said, “Don’t say it.”

“Whose idea was it to invite her to Thanksgiving?” Annie asked.

“Eliza’s,” Jaime said, then admitted, “although I would have suggested it if she hadn’t.”

“Sarah’s grown attached to Eliza,” Annie said, then met Jaime’s eyes, “you, too. She talks about you two all the time.”

“You aren’t going to start this, again, are you?” Jaime asked.

Laughing, Annie said, “No.”

“Uh huh,” Jaime said, pretty sure the woman was lying.

“Listen, I need to get behind the bar, but I’ll find you later,” Annie said.

“Okay,” Jaime said, smiling at her.

Jaime shrugged out of her coat and laid it across her knees as she sat at the bar. Looking at the wall of alcohol across from her, she was still a little surprised that she didn’t want a drink. The bottle had been a crutch to prop her up when her life was eroded out from underneath of her, something to lean on when things to be happy about got scarce. The first month or two without it had been miserable, but once her body shook off the yoke of addiction, she found she didn’t need it anymore. She had more than enough good things in her life to keep her upright and looking forward to the day, instead of just trying to get through it.

There was a tap on her shoulder, and Jaime turned to find Min, Tiffany, and Hannah grinning at her. Jaime sat her coat on the bar and slid off her stool to give them all a hug. They made small talk for a minute, then Jaime found herself asking them about Thanksgiving.

Smiling, Hannah said, “We are having dinner here.”

“At the Cuarto?” Jaime asked, raising her eyebrows.

“It’s kind of a tradition,” Min said, putting her arm around Tiffany’s waist.

Jaime had to smile at how comfortable they looked in each others’ arms. She was there when they first fooled around. With a bit of embarrassment, she remembered she and Eliza were probably to blame. Still, there was no denying they were happy together.

“What kind of tradition?” Jaime asked.

“Julio cooks us a turkey, and we bring the fixings… Sort of like a Cuarto family dinner,” Min said, then smiled at Jaime, “you are coming, of course.”

“I am?” Jaime asked.

“You have to. You are part of the family,” Tiffany said.

“I, well… I’ll have to talk to Eliza,” Jaime said, touched that the girls wanted to include her.

“Don’t worry. We’ll talk her into it,” Min said.

Laughing, Jaime said, “Okay.”

“We better get backstage,” Hannah said.

Jaime watched them go then turned back to the bar. Annie came over with a Coke and Jaime moved her jacket so she could set it down. Annie leaned in close and said, “You should come. Julio can cook a mean turkey.”

“You are going to be there?” Jaime asked, surprised.

“I come every year,” Annie said, smiling, “I’m part of the family, too. Besides, it gives me a reason to kick the in-laws out early.”

“It’s at night, then?” Jaime asked.

“Yeah,” Annie said, then thought of something, “you should bring Sarah by if nothing else. She’s going to be a part of this tradition for a while.”

Sighing, Jaime said, “Yeah, she is.”

“Not nearly as long, thanks to you,” Annie said, meeting her eyes.

“Still too long,” Jaime said.

“True,” Annie said, favoring her with a sad smile before walking away.

Left to think about the massive debt that had been laid on Sarah’s slight shoulders, Jaime wanted to kick her deadbeat dad’s balls up around his chin, but couldn’t. Realizing he wasn’t ever going to pay back his loans, he took the easy way out and killed himself.

Sarah is probably better off without him, Jaime thought.

Jaime was pulled back from her thoughts as the DJ came over the speakers, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another night at the Cuarto de la Nina. Be sure to tip the girls and our lovely wait staff. Makes some noise as we get our first dancer up on the stage! Put your hands together for Eliza!”

As the lights in the bar area dimmed and the ones ringing the stage came alive, Jaime swiveled on her bar stool. The music started and her heart starting beating faster as she saw Eliza come out onto the stage. She wore white thigh high boots and matching bustier and thong. All the costumes Jaime had imagined- this wasn’t one of them. It was probably for the best, because she would have gotten even less work done if she had.

Eliza in dance mode was something to see, a force of nature. The crowd was captivated as she began to move, the sway of her lithe body grabbing and holding their attention. Jaime included. She loved to watch her dance.

Another rock song, Jaime thought, surprised. She knew Eliza’s tastes in music and, while she liked some rock, there wasn’t much of it on her playlist. She seemed to prefer hard rock songs for her dance routines, though. Still, Jaime couldn’t deny this song fit her dance perfectly.

As she listened, she started to frown. She recognized the song- well, not this version of it. It was a cover of a Katie Perry song. Dark Horse, she thought. The original was a pop song, but this definitely had a metal edge to it. Strangely, it seemed to work. It had a raw power that Katie’s version lacked, the chorus making her heart beat faster.

Eliza had choreographed the perfect routine for the song, too. The twist of her body matched the intensity of the mixed honeyed crooning and the growled vocals. The crowd was watching in awe, star struck.

So engrossed in the song and Eliza’s dance, Jaime had forgotten where she was for a moment, and she blinked in surprise when Eliza suddenly pulled her bustier up and over her head. She wasn’t the only one, either. The crowd seemed to have a collective blink of surprise, and then the money started flying onto the stage. Jaime had to smile, realizing she wasn’t the only one lost in Eliza’s dance. It said something about the girl’s talent, that she could make a bunch of horny men- and one woman- forget why they were here.

When the song ended, Eliza collected her money and her clothes, waved to the crowd, and disappeared behind the curtain, again.

The DJ came over the speaker, said, “I wasn’t sure about that song, but man that had a sick hook after the chorus. That’s going on my playlist. Give it up for Eliza, people!”

The crowd went crazy, cheering and clapping. Eliza poked her head back out and waved, drawing another round of applause. The girl’s eyes found Jaime sitting at the bar, and she waved before ducking backstage.

Smiling, Jaime turned back to the bar and sipped her Coke. Annie came over and asked, “That was a Katie Perry song, wasn’t it?”

“I think so,” Jaime said, then laughed, “is it bad that I like that version better?”

“Probably,” Annie said, shaking her head, “I need to ask Eliza who that was covering her song.”

“Going to add it to your playlist, too?” Jaime teased.

“My workout tunes, yeah,” Annie said, winking at her, “I think I can work up a good sweat listening to that.”

“Listening to what?” Eliza asked, from behind Jaime.

Turning, she saw her girlfriend wearing a white silk robe. Eliza was still wearing the boots, and even though they came to her mid-thigh, the bottom of the robe didn’t touch the leather. Jaime found herself wondering if Eliza had bothered to slip back into her costume.

“Your dance song,” Annie said, giving Eliza a curious smile, “who the hell was that covering Katie Perry? Satan?”

Laughing, Eliza said, “His name is Leo Moracchioli. He has this kick-ass Youtube channel, does… I don’t know… heavy metal versions of pop songs… or pop versions of heavy songs, which was kind of weird.”

“How did you find his channel?” Jaime asked, curious.

“I was looking for a Katie Perry song for a dance, and a link to Leo’s cover of Dark Horse popped up. It looked crazy, so I had to click on it. I ended up watching a bunch of his videos. He’s done some cool stuff.”

“Like what?” Annie asked, leaning on the bar.

“Lady Gaga- Oh my God, you have to check out his cover of ‘Poker Face’. Taylor Swift… Micheal Jackson, Adele… Even Ricky Martin.”

“Really?” Jaime asked, frowning.

“I don’t know why it works, but it does,” Eliza said, smiling at Jaime, “I’ll show you his channel when we get home.”

“Okay,” Jaime.

“How do you spell Moracchioli?” Annie asked, her phone appearing in her hand.

Laughing, Eliza said, “I don’t know. Just Google metal cover of Dark Horse.”

“Got it,” Annie said, typing into her phone.

Eliza turned to Jaime with a playful smile, asked, “Can I interest you in a lap dance?”

“I don’t think I have any cash on me,” Jaime said, laughing.

“I’ll have Annie put it on your tab,” Eliza said, taking her hand.

Jaime let the girl lead her to one of the curtained booths. Eliza pulled the curtain closed, then moved into Jaime’s arms. When Eliza kissed her, Jaime could feel the girl’s excitement. Dancing never failed to get Eliza worked up, and Jaime’s heart started beating faster as she realized what was about to happen, that they weren’t going to make it home before the girl had to do something about it.

“Here?” Jaime asked, breaking the kiss and meeting the girl’s eyes.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Eliza reminded her.

“True,” Jaime said.

“Sit down,” Eliza said, untying her robe.

Jaime did as the girl said, watching as Eliza slipped out of her robe. She saw that Eliza hadn’t bothered to get dressed after her turn on stage, wore just the thigh high boots and a smile. That smile was full of mischief, and it made Jaime’s heart skip a beat.

It skipped several more as Eliza pushed the hem of her skirt up around her waist and hooked her thumbs in the thong Jaime wore. The girl started to pull the panties down, then seemed to notice the lingerie.

Giving Jaime a curious smile, she asked, “What are you wearing under this dress?”

“It was going to be a surprise for later,” Jaime said.

“Show me,” Eliza said, her eyes flashing with excitement.

Jaime glanced at the drawn curtain, thinking it really didn’t afford a lot of security or privacy. Eliza followed her eyes. She was grinning when she turned back to Jaime.

Leaning in, Eliza kissed her deeply, then said, “Show me.”

Her heart racing, Jaime worked the zipper on her dress, then let the girl remove it completely. Her hands were shaking as she looked at the curtain, again. The crowded bar was just beyond it and one mistaken pull of the curtain away from seeing her practically naked. The thought had a curious effect on her, one that surprised her. Her hands were shaking with a nervous excitement, and a naughty thrill worked its way up her spine. The danger was sort of a turn on.

It didn’t help any that Eliza was looking at her like that, with desire in her eyes and a playful smile tugging at her lips. Jaime knew what that look meant, and a pleasant flush of heat spread across her body.

Eliza hooked her fingers in Jaime’s panties, again, pulling them off her hips and down her long legs. The girl ran her hands up the insides of Jaime’s thighs and pushed them open. Her fingers just brushed against Jaime’s clit, continued up her stomach to cup her breast through the lacy bra. Jaime moaned thickly, her nipple stiffening under Eliza’s attention. It ached sweetly as her girlfriend kneaded her breast.

When Eliza leaned in to kiss her, Jaime pulled the girl side saddle onto her lap. When their lips finally parted, Jaime asked, “How long do we have until your next dance?”

“Everyone’s here tonight… Maybe an hour… hour and a half,” Eliza said.

“That should be long enough,” Jaime said, kissing her.

“I’m not sure you can afford me for an hour,” Eliza teased.

“How much would it take?” Jaime asked, her hand slipping up to cup one of Eliza’s upswept breasts.

“Twenty-five bucks a song… figure each song is four minutes… what’s that? Three hundred and seventy-five dollars,” Eliza said.

“I’m in the wrong business,” Jaime said, laughing and shaking her head, “I don’t suppose I can work it off it trade?”

“What did you have in mind?” Eliza asked.

“I’m pretty good with my hands,” Jaime said, letting let her hand slip from the girl’s breast and between her thighs. Eliza moaned as Jaime’s fingers found her bud.

“I guess I could knock… twenty bucks off your tab,” Eliza said, her voice a little funny with excitement.

“Twenty bucks!” Jaime said, with mock outrage, “I’ll easily worth a couple of hundred.”

Laughing, Eliza kissed her, said, “So you are a ho…”

“Just not a cheap one,” Jaime said, smiling at her.

Eliza kissed her, then rotated on Jaime’s lap until she sat facing her. Smiling, she asked, “Do you remember the last time we were in here?”

“It’s kind of hard to forget,” Jaime said, kissing her.

“I was trying so hard to make you come,” Eliza said, with an embarrassed smile, “ended up making myself come, instead.”

“Oh, you made me come, too,” Jaime said, with a playful smile of her own, “you were making it impossible not to.”

“You mean when I was doing this?” Eliza asked, rubbing her lower abdomen against Jaime’s. She did it nice and slow, the roll of her hips a delicious tease. There was mischief in her eyes as she met Jaime’s and the uptick of the corners of her mouth said she knew what a sweet torture this was.

“Yeah,” Jaime said, her voice a little shaky with need.

When the girl’s breathing became fast and shallow, Jaime thought the girl’s plan had backfired, again. Eliza had intended to turn Jaime on and had gotten herself all worked up in the process.

Jaime smiled and kissed her, let her hands slide down the girl’s back to grab her buttocks. When she pulled Eliza forward, grinding their bodies together, the girl got the message. The roll of her hips came faster and faster, their bodies coming together harder.

Over Eliza’s shoulder, Jaime could see the drawn curtain stirred by a breeze from the ceiling fans in the bar area. The constant ripple of the fabric kept catching her eye, not letting her forget about the crowd just outside the booth. The nearest table was only ten feet away, and she could only hope the throbbing music was enough to cover up the little excited sounds she was making. She was biting her lip, but Eliza’s lithe body wasn’t letting her be quiet.

The chance of getting caught didn’t have the expected effect on Jaime, didn’t distract her from the pleasure Eliza was awakening in her. If anything, the danger heightened her senses, the adrenaline making her nerve endings sing. She was a little surprised at herself, since she wasn’t given to spontaneity or risk-taking. Maybe there was a wild side in her yet to be revealed, one that just needed the right nudge to show through.

Like a beautiful naked girl in my lap, Jaime thought, looking away from the curtain to Eliza’s lovely face, first following her off the bus, then taking her home that night… Dancing on stage at my birthday party… There’s just something about this girl that makes me go a little crazy.

Embracing the crazy, Jaime pushed the other bar patrons out of her mind. She focused on Eliza’s lovely body grinding against her own and the pleasure washing through her. Letting go of Eliza’s buttocks, she let her hands explore. Eliza’s skin was warm and soft under her fingers, more than enough of a distraction for her to forget all about everything else.

Eliza’s body was familiar to her now, but no less thrilling than it had been that first time when Eliza came home with her. She loved the girl’s long dancer legs, with her graceful calves and firm thighs; loved her high, round backside and her taut stomach; loved her small, proud breasts with her dark nipples begging for attention.

Jaime felt tension begin to gather in her body as she started to come. She heard a new urgency in Eliza’s cries and knew the girl was close too. Each roll of Eliza’s hips pushed them closer to that blissful release and Jaime grabbed Eliza’s ass when her hips started to falter at the end. They managed to keep it together just long enough to come together.

The song that had been playing ended at the worst possible time, their cries of ecstasy loud in that hush after the last note had played. As Jaime shook with her orgasm, she heard applause go up outside the booth and, for one paranoid moment, she thought the crowd was cheering for her. Even through the haze of feel-good juices that flood her brain, she realized they were probably applauding the dancer who had just finished her number.

Eliza met her eyes, and they started laughing. Jaime gave the girl a kiss, whispered in her ear, “I thought they were clapping for us for a second.”

“Mm… an orgasm like that deserves a round of applause,” Eliza said, giving her a playful smile.

“Not too bad, huh?” Jaime asked.

“It’s a good thing I have a while before I have to dance, again- my legs are still shaking,” Eliza said.

“How many dances do you have tonight?” Jaime asked.

“Just two,” Eliza said, kissing her, “I told Julio I couldn’t stay all night.”

“No?” Jaime asked, raising her eyebrows, “do you have somewhere you need to be tonight?”

“In bed with you,” Eliza said, then a little sheepishly, “you know what happens when I dance.”

Laughing, Jaime said, “I usually have a good night.”

“Well,” Eliza said, standing up on wobbly legs, “tonight won’t be any different.”

Jaime watched as Eliza slipped back into her robe, stealing one more look at the girl’s lovely body. When Eliza caught her looking the girl leaned in for a kiss, asked, “Are you planning on getting dressed before I open the curtain?”

“Um, yeah,” Jaime said, looking for her panties. Not finding them, she asked, “Do you see my panties?”

“What?” Eliza asked, looking around the stall. Laughing, she said, “No.”

“They have to be in here somewhere,” Jaime said, standing up.

“I don’t see them anywhere,” Eliza said, picking up Jaime’s dress and handing it to her.

Jaime slipped into the dress, running the zipper up the side. Smoothing it into place, she looked one more time for her panties, but they weren’t anywhere to be found. The stall wasn’t that big, didn’t offer a lot of hiding places.

Eliza gave her an amused look and Jaime had to laugh, “Where are they?”

“Not in here,” Eliza said, opening the curtain.

Jaime’s face turned red when she saw her thong on the floor outside of the stall. She wasn’t exactly sure how it had ended up out there, but the curtain didn’t go all the way to the floor. They could have accidentally kicked it while they were making love.

Eliza stooped over and picked it up, stuffing it in a pocket in her robe.

“What are you doing?” Jaime asked.

“Teaching you to keep better track of your panties,” Eliza said, grinning at her.

“This dress is a little short for no panties,” Jaime said, tugging the hem down self-consciously.

“I know,” Eliza said, laughing, “you can have them back when we get home.”

“Eliza,” Jaime said, giving her a dirty look.

Winking, Eliza said, “I have to get backstage.”

Shaking her head, Jaime watched her walk away. Tugging at the bottom of her dress again, she went to the bar. Sitting down, she crossed her legs and put her coat over her knees. Jaime knew she was being paranoid, but she felt like everyone knew she wasn’t wearing panties.

Annie came over and refilled her Coke. Giving her an amused look, the bartender said, “You were gone awhile.”

“Um, yeah,” Jaime said, embarrassed. She thought Annie knew what she and Eliza had just done.

“Oh,” Annie said, laughing. She gave Jaime a knowing look, which confirmed her suspicions.

“Shut up,” Jaime said, her cheeks hot.

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“Do you want to grab some pie before we go home?”

“Yeah,” Jaime said, smiling. A slice of pie sounded perfect to end the night she had just had. Especially one from the little diner Eliza had taken her to that first night at the Cuarto.

Her smile widened when she thought about how this night mirrored that one. That had been a pretty amazing night, too.

Jaime shivered as the cold night air found its way under her dress and caressed her exposed pussy. It was a constant reminder that her panties were wadded up in Eliza’s pocket, held hostage for the rest of the night. Eliza had said she could have them when they got home, but she doubted she’d need them, then.

“I invited Sarah to Thanksgiving dinner,” Jaime said.

“I know,” Eliza said, smiling, “it was all she talked about backstage.”

“Really?” Jaime asked.

“She was pretty excited,” Eliza said, her smile widening, “you made her night. Min and Tiffany’s, too.”

“Min and Tiffany’s?” Jaime asked, then snorted as she understood, “ah. Well, tell them if they ever need a babysitter, we’ll keep Sarah for a couple of nights.”

“We will?” Eliza asked, raising her eyebrows.

“I-well… We have the spare room,” Jaime said, pausing under a streetlight to meet Eliza’s eyes, “what do you think?”

“I think she’d love to stay with us,” Eliza said, a slow smile spreading on her face, “you’ve been talking to Annie, haven’t you?”

“I said babysit, not adopt,” Jaime said, laughing.

“Maybe we can give it a try Thanksgiving weekend- babysitting, not adopting,” Eliza said, grinning, “there’s no school until Monday.”

“Four days, huh?” Jaime asked, thinking that was a long time not to have sex. There was no rule that said they couldn’t fool around, but it would seem weird with little Sarah just across the hall.

With a playful smile, Eliza said, “We’d just have to be quiet.”

“Quiet, huh?” Jaime asked, giving her a knowing look.

“I’m sure we could keep it down if we tried,” Eliza said, laughing.

Jaime thought about it for a moment, then nodded, said, “We can give it a shot- babysitting, not keeping it down.”

“We’ll have to figure that out, too,” Eliza said, her eyes flashing, “I don’t think I can wait four days.”

“I couldn’t either,” Jaime said, smiling at her.

“Maybe we can practice when we get home,” Eliza said.

 

I found Leo’s music and had to add one of his songs to my story. If nothing else, just to get the word out about him. Even if you don’t like the song, you have to give him props for playing every instrument, shooting and editing his own videos and for having an epic goatee.

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