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“My, my, my,” Anesthesia drawled as she made herself at home in the champagne room of the club. Wine red crushed velvet greeted her on nearly every surface. The clacking of her heels against the concrete floors bounced off the smudged mirrors that surrounded the furniture and stage in the center of the room. Not that any of it mattered. What really caught her attention was the dark-skinned siren on the pole on center stage.
Aisha, former international singing sensation turned eventual shamed wrestler and now currently brought in the patrons of this tacky club.
Her hips swayed to the techno remix of her last attempt at regaining her fame. Her bountiful ass wobbled and shook as she turned around so that her beautiful behind would be on full display for her patron once Anesthesia seated herself.
“I never expected you to settle down in such a place,” Anesthesia said as she sank into the plush arm chair. “To go from filled stadiums to such a dingy setting. How the mighty have fallen, Miss Aisha.”
The blonde dancer rolled her eyes. Her hips shot back and forth as the beat dropped to a fluttering beat. “It’s Sista A.”
“Of course,” Anesthesia chuckled. “Sista A. Pardon my indiscretion.”
“Whatever,” Aisha muttered. Her eyes rested on the brunette whose smug gaze seeped past her skin, her muscles and sinew and into her guts. Biting back the need to shudder and ask for this creep from her wrestling days to be escorted out of this damn club, the need to perform, to dance, to be on stage once again was far greater. Her brown eyes glazed over. The music washed over her. The bass drummed inside her rib cage and forced her wide hips to jerk from side to side, taking full control of her now. “Let’s get this show over with.”
Anesthesia sank into the plush velvet coated seating. Her eyes travelled along Sista A’s amazing curves. While she preferred men, big strong men, she wasn’t immune to the dancer’s beauty and talent. She served her purpose and would continue to do so as both a sleeping warrior and amusement for the twisted scientist. Her honey coloured eyes watched as the woman danced. Eroticism and possible vulgarity in the eyes of the uncultured swine who rejected Aisha—Sista A’s—fall from grace dripped from the blonde with the finesse and elegance that only a true star like her could achieve.
Amused, she fished her cash from her wallet. The sight of the crisp bills brought some light back to Aisha’s eyes and made her smile. They were small bills, sure, but anything was appreciated. She stepped towards the edge of the stage, sinking down to her knees and crawling towards her patron with a sleazy smile on her full perfect lips. Raising herself to her knees, she rolled her hips and chest. Her full breasts swayed in the golden bikini that barely contained her heavenly curves. Money fell from Anesthesia's hands and onto the glittering stage as her eyes fell upon the dark mark she had given Aisha right before her fall.
Humming in content, Aisha reached behind her, her hips never stopping, to undo her top. Heavy, deep brown flesh dropped downward, bouncing deliciously as her even darker nipples stiffened in the cool conditioned air of the champagne room.
“Come here,” Anesthesia purred, whipping out one of her largest bills, as she signalled for Aisha to sit in her lap. “I require... something more.”
“No touching,” Aisha teased before slipping from the stage to Anesthesia’s lap. Her crotch hovered above hers. She bucked and rolled against her. Her barely clothed mound brushed against Anesthesia’s suit pants as she shook her bust. “Club rules ‘n’ all.”
“Hm, I see,” Anesthesia murmured. Her fingers slipped into the waistband of Aisha’s golden bottoms and snapped the dollar bill into place. “I don’t suppose I could... get the owners to look the other way?”
Scoffing, Aisha rolled her eyes once more. “You’ll have to tip way more for me to risk losin’ my job for your twisted ass.”
It was Anesthesia’s turn to scoff. “Do you really think money is an issue for me, My Fallen Star?” she teased as a small wad of bills was stuffed into the waistband. “Now, will that be enough?”
Sucking her teeth, Aisha pressed her breasts against Anesthesia’s face. Partly to shut her up and partly to show that she agreed to this stupid arrangement. “Make it quick.”
Chuckling, the brunette placed her hands on Aisha’s wild hips. Tanned hands skimmed across her lavish curves, marvelling at how soft her skin was although she could have done without the rampant body glitter that now stained her hands, before groping her ass. Her fingers sank into the firm globes, pushing her closer to her and grinding her barely clothed crotch against her thighs. A hiss escaped Aisha. The pressure wasn’t quite enough to get her off but it still threw her off her game. Anesthesia flexed the muscle in her leg as she forced Aisha to hump her thigh again and again. Her teeth dragged across Aisha’s breast, nibbling against her glittering skin and suckling lightly though not enough to leave any marks on her immaculate dark skin. Her tongue lapped at the small would be marks before finally capturing a pert nipple between her lips.
“Ah,” Aisha gasped. “Shit.”
If her mouth wasn’t busy, Anesthesia would have laughed. Instead, she settled for suckling hard on the stiff flesh, her tongue rolling and flicking against the bud before biting her.
“Shit!”
Anesthesia’s teeth nibbled and dragged along her nipple. Electricity pulsed through the former star’s body as arousal slowly crept through her rushing veins. A familiar ache panged throughout her core. Slick seeped from her folds and into the shiny lycra blend of her bottoms. Her eyes screwed shut. Heat pulsed through her body. Pleasure zapped from nerve to nerve as Anesthesia played her like an instrument. Soothing the sharp ache with her tongue, Anesthesia continued to tease the other woman, her hands groping and massaging the ass that charmed millions.
Her mouth stayed on Aisha’s breast even as she pulled back until her nipple popped from her mouth. Aisha’s cunt spasmed around nothing as the motion was repeated again and again. Slick arousal gushed onto the bottoms and onto Anesthesia’s suit pants forming a large wet spot on her thigh.
“My, my, how unbecoming,” the brunette cooed. “Would your fans be disappointed that their idol is such a desperate little slut?”
“Shut up,” Aisha spat. “Just... finish up already.”
“Tsk, tsk, so impatient. I’ll have you know that I have you booked all night.”
“What?”
“Oh yes, My Fallen Star, you’re stuck with me until closing.” A peal of laughter escaped the scientist before she pushed her fingers between Aisha’s crack through the fabric of her bottoms. “And I intend on getting my money’s worth.”
Her finger shot dead center of Aisha’s back door through the stretched fabric of her bottoms making the blonde yelp in surprise. At a pace much quicker than Aisha would have liked, Anesthesia poked, prodded and teased the tight little rim again and again. Every other thrust, she pushed a little deeper inside until the fabric wouldn’t give anymore just past the first knuckle. Huffing, Aisha gripped the back rest of the chair and began to bump and grind against Anesthesia’s knee. The wet spot grew darker in shade as she rolled her hips in tight circles right where her clit was. Pleasure washed over her as her poor neglected cunt ached for something inside of it.
However, Anesthesia wasn’t interested in that.
“That’s more like it,” she crooned. “Dance for me. Work that tight little body.”
Her hand whipped through the musky air and hit Aisha’s ass with a resounding ‘CRACK’ that bounced off the club’s tacky mirrors. Another yelp ripped from Aisha’s throat as a flurry of smacks were unleashed upon her. Every crack against her reddening ass made her clench around Anesthesia’s fingers and forced a hiss from her throat. Humiliation burned inside her gut. As did a shameful rush of arousal that seeped into Anesthesia’s skin with every bump and grind against her wet leg.
The seat of Aisha’s bottoms were tugged aside before Anesthesia’s finger pushed back inside of her. Steadily, she worked herself down to the second knuckle before working in a second finger.
“N-nnnh...” A muffled moan escaped the songstress. She continued to move against Anesthesia’s leg as her asshole was violated and toyed with. Her clit throbbed against the other’s knee and her asshole clenched around her fingers. Harsh thrusts were given to her as she was stretched further apart. Her back arched and her toes curled inside her tall platforms. Her cunt continued to squeeze and spasm as that ache panged through her body. Her eyes fluttered open to see the sneer in Anesthesia’s cold eyes and sharp mouth. Then, her pinky was stuffed inside her asshole forcing a sharp cry to rip from her throat. “AH!”
Cruel laughter filled that tight space between them. “Such a good little dancer, oh so talented... You’re even singing for me, I wonder how jealous your old fans would be to find out you’re giving me all sorts of private performances? It can be our little secret.”
Her fingers were a blur between Aisha’s cheeks. Her face burned with shameful arousal. Blood buzzed in her ears as her inner walls clenched and spasmed. Her hips continued to buck and roll and shake. Her breasts pushed against Anesthesia’s face as her back arched harder into the air. White-hot sensation licked at her glittering skin and seeped into her bones and very being.
“I wonder... can you fit another?” Anesthesia drawled, looking up at her with hooded eyes and that ever-so-permanent mocking smirk on her lips.
“Don’t.” Aisha spat. She held back a shaky ‘I just can’t’ for her pride’s sake. Its effectiveness was... questionable. Her breathing was heavy and her voice dripped with a need that she desperately wanted to mop up and hide away.
“Oh? But I think you could, My Fallen Star,” she purred. “I’ve seen you put up with so much worse...”
Another finger, the fourth one, pushed past the stretched rim and swallowed her to her last knuckle. A strangled cry escaped the blonde. Her head tipped back as molten heat swirled inside her core and overflowed onto Anesthesia’s lap, coating her with her sticky quim as her orgasm ripped through her toned frame. Overwhelmed tears rolled down her flushed cheeks as she collapsed onto Anesthesia’s chest. The scientist’s fingers slowed their thrusts but never quite stopped.
“Well now,” she murmured, clearly pleased with herself as Aisha panted and whined into her neck. “I believe it’s time for you to repay the favour now, don’t you agree?”
With a groan, Aisha snaked her way onto the floor and pulled down Anesthesia’s wet pants...