Secrets shared

She was was sure the older woman and occasional ally had spotted her as well, in that instant… but there was no sign given by the twirling marvel. The show had to go on, after all. And Stacey remained spellbound, throughout. Unable to quite comprehend that this lithe and perfect expression of unchecked sexuality... was the same lady who had politely invited her and Peter over for dinner so many times. She moved like an angelic cat in the midst of this pit of demonic dogs. Offered something pure and heavenly… though it sure as hell wasn't virginal innocence. All the other girls' plastic smiles and candied giggling seemed to just grate in obviousness when compared to this woman who simply was sex.

And then… far too soon after it had begun… the show ended. The music stopped. The lights returned to normal. Ms Jay had ended up lying on the stage, panting. While barking cheers and wolf-whistles flew over her, along with a scattering of low banknotes. Stacey looked around completely bemused. Surely that wasn't it?! That performance had deserved amphitheatres, Oscars, roses falling in monsoon and a thousand men ejaculating at once just from having witnessed it. Surely even these simple, baying work hounds could see that?!

But, no… The general hubbub of the bar just slowly returned. The lights returned to their normal, dim glare. The scattering of old men turned back to whichever beer or scantily-clad girl was nearest to hand, and no one seemed to even notice the exhausted-looking Ms Jay clambering back up to her feet wearing the next-to-nothing her routine had left her in. No one… except for Mr Banks. Looking up at the man she was still sat in the lap of, Stacey could still feel his appreciation throbbing below. His face held an unknowable half smile as his hands still played piano over her slim, young form. Yet, he was not so entranced as to miss the frown of recognition forming upon the rising stripper’s face, eyes locked to the young and equally under-dressed schoolgirl in his lap. Quickly, he pulled out a roll of bills and nodded towards one of the doors in the back… a universal code to secure a little privacy in a place like this.

As soon as the door was shut behind them, Ms. Jay exploded… Unsure exactly who to direct her surprised and exasperated fury at, but damn certain she was going to have her say over it.

“Stacy?! What are you doing here?! Who’s this?! And what are you wearing?!”

It was clear she was caught somewhere between embarrassment and the overwhelming rage of a lioness seeing her cub under another’s paws. Mr Banks still had his hands on the black rubbery shoulders of his company’s new distraction, but now held her out at arms’ length as if half to show he wasn’t molesting her and half to use her as a shield. He tried several times to start an explanation, but couldn’t get a word in.

“I know you’ve been having fun with Marky and Pete… but this… this is… Did this man make you wear that?!”

Stacy faced the barrage of Mrs. Jay’s voice calmly. She didn’t see anything to be ashamed of… and she was still simply hypnotised by the sway of her friend’s mother’s bared breasts. All she wanted to know was when the older woman had learned to dance like that… and whether she could learn to, too. This predicament she had been caught in barely seemed like a big deal, since the last one they had had words over. Her admiration of this role model was only increasing with each compromising situation they found each other in.

“It’s just my Halloween costume Ms. Jay… I had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction…” She shrugged off any other indications that walking around in tight, black plastic with her pussy out might be at all considered strange. Reaching a hand up to grasp the one upon her left shoulder. “And this is Mr Banks… I’m doing my work experience placement in his office. I’ve really been learning a lot!”

She craned her neck back to catch the eye of the man in question, who was clearly still watching this interaction coldly… working out if it was going to end with the police being called. A sly smile crossed the teenager’s face as she worked out how she could play all of this to her own, unsuitable advantage. It excited her to suddenly have so many dirty secrets she could share in and tease with.

“This lady’s Ms. Jay, one of my best friend’s Mom. She’s cool though… she watches her son and our other friend fuck me in her house, like… every day.”

Suddenly the older woman stepped back blushing a little, realising that it was quite possible she didn’t have a leg to stand on when throwing accusations. She looked a little hurt that Stacy would use her hospitality as leverage here… but possibly also a little relieved that the girl was at least in this situation by choice. The fire in the air settled down a little, as each character took in a little more context about the others… none quite sure where to go from there.