Stuck in her own snare

"There! that's my leotard!" A voice bellowed from behind. I looked behind me and saw the dancer I had stolen from, with Ollistra in tow. Crap! the jig was up! No time for patience. I charged onto the stage in an attempt to reach Jane, but the red headed woman spun to face me, and slingshotted her thong directly into my face. The sharp sting of the projectile panties caused me to trip and fall as I dove across the stage. When I regained my senses, I saw Jane looking down at me, unmoved and unafraid. I lunged up at her, only for my right arm to be yanked behind me, and pulling me down on my ass. I looked and saw, to my horror, that the empty cuff ring had secured itself around the stripper pole, trapping me on stage. As I stood up and desperately struggled against my binds, Jane continued dancing around me, making it all appear as though I was a part of the show.

"So, you're one of Valdez's lot then? I saw his bulletin on the web."

"I don't work for him! I'm a private detective!" I exclaimed in the most hushed tones I could manage.

"But you still wanted his money, I'd say that makes you pretty crooked. Did nobody ever tell you that crime never pays?"

"You're one to talk," I regarded Jane smugly as she paraded her naked body on stage.

"You got me there. And in the nick of time too. This is my last shift before my debt to the owner's repaid." Jane manoeuvred behind me and ripped off my leotard in a single motion, before tossing it backstage to the disgruntled dancer and manager. Now as a nude as she was, I tried to crouch down and cover myself, but Jane **** me upright, thrusting my large breasts and brown areolas in the spotlight. "My my, you're gorgeous. You'll make a worthy replacement when I leave." Jane said, giving me a playful smack on my generous behind.

She was right, I am stunning, as evidenced by the cheers my nude form had induced. But her statement distracted me from the compliment. "Replacement?"

"Yes, here's what's going to happen," Jane calmly explained as she continued dancing. "When this dance is over, I'm going back to the changing rooms and I'm getting dressed in your discarded clothes. Then, I'm going to hand over your handcuff keys to Ollistra, and she can decide when to release you. Knowing her, she'll probably leave you onstage for a couple of hours, which gives me a perfect amount of time to escape."

I opened my mouth to protest, but Jane thrust her butt against my groin, and lightly wiggled against it, bristling against my strip of dark pubic hair. Whatever I had planned to say turned into a stifled moan. "And don't expect her or anyone else here to give you any spare clothes when you're done. She's going to toss you out on the street butt naked, and she'll expect you to make your way home by yourself."

That was enough to shut me up for good, as I suddenly realised the folly of not preparing myself. With no hotel booked, no overnight provisions, no allies, and no wallet, I was effectively stranded in Las Vegas with not even a stitch to my name. Well, I could've just phoned my friend Rebecca, but I'd made such a big deal over striking out on my own as a PI that to call for her help now would be humiliating on a professional level. If I wanted to buy clothes and a ticket home, then I would have to throw in my hand at gambling, but I never had great luck with those games, and I had heard all kinds of horror stories about the nude, forfeit based betting that some of these clubs allowed.

I was startled out of the thoughts of my oncoming predicament by Jane pinching my nipples, prompting an undignified yelp and stirring laughter in the audience. "Just getting you ready for the dancers after me. They don't take too kindly to people sneaking in and stealing their spotlight. Especially that girl you took the leotard from."

"This isn't over," I said gritted through teeth, "I'll find you and I'll make you pay."

"I wouldn't recommend it," said Jane, "You see, you're not a criminal. Doing a job for a gangster like Valdez doesn't suit you." As Jane finished up her performance, she bowed to the audience, and turned back to me. "Crime only pays if your good at it."

And with that, Jane sauntered offstage, leaving me to my fate.