White Stockings, Part Three

Sitting at her kitchen table, Jaime sipped her coffee and tried not to freak out about her future. Today had been the last day of her thirty-day notice, and she was officially unemployed.

Self-employed, she reminded herself.

Four of her biggest clients at Hamilton and Hamilton Investments had decided to stick with her instead of the company when she started talking about striking out on her own. The commissions from those four accounts alone would keep the lights on overhead and food in the fridge. Still, it was a little scary, not having the safety net of the firm, anymore. After all, it was her bank account on the line now.

She had been planning for this a while now, started living frugally and saving money straight out of college. A diligent worker, probably the best Hamilton and Hamilton had ever had, she had made the company and herself a lot of money. People probably wouldn’t guess by her tiny house and the beat up Chrysler she couldn’t even drive for another six months in her driveway, but she was a multimillionaire.

When the seventh digit in her bank account became a three, she had finally felt comfortable enough to start her own company. So, she had put in her notice, weathered the offers of more money from her boss, even a partnership, and was now unemployed.

Self-employed, she reminded herself.

Looking down at her mug of steaming coffee, she wished it had a shot of whiskey in it. Her nerves were raw, and she could use the numbing effects of alcohol.  She sighed because she knew there wasn’t any in the house, anymore. She had been sober for nearly three months now, had the token to prove it.

For the most part, quitting hadn’t been as difficult as she thought. She had Eliza to thank for that. The girl was her inspiration and her rock during the rough first couple of weeks. Eliza just stirred in her the desire to be better, made her happier than she even knew she could be.  With her smiling face in Jaime’s life, she didn’t need her old friend, Jim Beam, anymore.

Picking up her mug, she walked through the house to her bedroom. She leaned against the door jam, looking at the stack of half unpacked boxes. Chewing on her thumbnail, she wondered if she wasn’t making too many drastic changes to her life all at once. She had quit drinking, then her job, and now… And now she was living with her thirteen-year-old girlfriend.

Yesterday, Eliza had gone from practically living here to officially moving in. Unpacking the girl’s stuff had been put on hold when they decided to break in Eliza’s new bed, which was to say Jaime’s.

Min and Tiffany had moved into the same bedroom, their relationship getting pretty serious, too. It left two rooms, counting Eliza’s room, empty at their apartment. Hanna had moved into Tiffany’s old room, but the girls weren’t looking for another roommate. They were keeping Eliza’s room empty in case she wanted to visit, which she promised to do, often. It had been a teary goodbye. Even Jaime had felt tears sting her eyes watching them hug each other tightly.

Still looking at the boxes, Jaime wondered what it would be like, living with Eliza.  She hasn’t had a roommate since her dorm days at college. Not that living with Eliza would be anything like the drunken mayhem that was college. She’d never lived with anyone she was romantically involved with before.

She grinned and shook her head, thinking, my most successful relationship to date is with a girl who can’t even get into R-rated movies without adult supervision.

“I’m in way over my head,” Jaime said, grinning as she sipped her coffee.

Glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside stand, she saw it was after eleven. The night loop bus stopped up the street in ten minutes, and Eliza would be home in about twenty. She smiled at the use of those two words describing this place; Eliza’s home.

Still smiling, she left her bedroom, headed back to the kitchen, and refreshed her coffee. After taking a sip, she set it aside and opened the fridge. She took out a dozen of eggs, a chunk of ham and some shredded cheese, and a leftover piece of bell pepper.  From a bag in her pantry, she snagged a small Spanish onion. She cracked about half a dozen eggs in a mixing bowl, beat them with a whisk, then set them aside. Finding her chef knife, she made short work of chopping up the ham, pepper, and onion. With all of her ingredients ready, she pulled a skillet down and started making dinner for Eliza and herself.

As she made omelets, she felt curiously domesticated.  She hadn’t cooked much before meeting Eliza. Mostly because she lived alone and it seemed like a lot of effort and hassle to prepare elaborate meals for just herself. Then there was a bunch of dishes to wash…

None of her other girlfriends had stuck around long enough for her to feel compelled to cook for them. When Eliza had started spending more and more time at Jaime’s place, she had discovered she liked to cook. Especially for Eliza, although she couldn’t put a finger on exactly why. It just made her feel… Homey. She’d never thought of herself as a housewife type, but she kind of liked the feeling.

Jaime was just plating the first omelet when Eliza walked through the front door, wearing snug jeans and a sweatshirt, her school uniform and her dance outfits stuffed in her backpack.  She shrugged out of her backpack, then wrapped her arms around Jaime from behind. Jaime smiled, held up the plate for the girl to see. She oohed and took it from Jaime.

After grabbing some forks from the drawer, the girl took her plate to the table. Inhaling deeply, she grinned and said, “This smells delicious.”

“Ham and cheese,” Jaime said, smiling at Eliza over her shoulder, “your favorite.”

She poured the rest of the eggs in the skillet, adding her onions and peppers when the omelet was ready for them.  Her own dinner finished, she ran some water in the pan, then joined Eliza at the table. The poor girl had waited on her, looked about ready to start chewing on the plate itself she was so hungry.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” Jaime said, laughing.

“It’s bad for your digestion to eat alone,” Eliza said, taking a fork of her eggs.  She sighed happily, grinned at Jaime, “These are so good.”

Smiling, Jaime asked, “How was work?”

Eliza laughed, said, “Busy. A couple of girls called in sick with the flu, so the rest of us had to pick up their dances.”

“Sounds rough,” Jaime said, tasting her own omelet.  It was delicious.

“It was. My feet are killing me,” Eliza said, forking some more omelet into her mouth.

“I don’t doubt it,” Jaime said, laughing, “I’ve seen those heels you dance in.”

“I can’t complain too much, though,” the girl said, grinning, “I made almost a grand tonight.”

“Really,” Jaime said, the bite of food halfway to her mouth forgotten as she gaped at the girl.

“Yeah,” Eliza said, laughing at her expression.

“Wow,” she said, then laughed, “maybe I won’t bother working. Just let you support us. What do you think?”

“Oh hey. That’s right,” Eliza said, sitting up straighter, “today was your last day. How did it go?”

“It was okay,” Jaime said, sighing, “kind of sad, but okay. They all bought me a cake, my boss pitched the whole partner gambit at me, again.  Speaking of cake, there’s a piece in the fridge for you.”

“What kind of cake?” Eliza asked, interested.

“Red velvet,” Jaime said, laughing, “it’s delicious. I had to fight Marge off with a plastic fork to save you a piece.”

“Wait, isn’t Marge the rail thin woman at the front desk?”

“Don’t let the skinny frame fool you, she is a fighter. The woman was serious about that cake,” Jaime said, grinning.

Laughing, Eliza said, “You should have let her have it. It looks like she needs it more than I do.”

“Maybe you are right,” Jaime said, shaking her head, “I’ll take it back to her tomorrow, apologize for putting  her in a headlock.”

“Headlock, huh?”

Winking at her, Jaime said, “Only the nicest things for my girlfriend, which, in this case, is red velvet cake.”

Eliza was grinning at her and said, “Say it again.”

“Red velvet cake?”

Laughing, the girl said, “The other part.”

“My girlfriend,” Jaime said, grinning.

“One more time,” Eliza said.

“My girlfriend,” Jaime said, leaning over the table to kiss her.

“I never get tired of hearing that,” the girl said, then added, “I could do without the onion breath, though.”

Laughing, Jaime popped the last bite of her omelet in her mouth, and the girl just shook her head.

Eliza finished her dinner, collected their plates and put them in the sink. Jaime admired her backside in the jeans as she made short work of doing the dishes.  When the last one was in the drying rack, the girl dried her hands on a rag. Turning around, she caught Jaime looking at her, grinned.

“I need a shower. Want to help me with the hard to reach parts?” Eliza asked, her grin becoming playful.

“Yeah,” Jaime said, getting up from the table.

“Last one to the bathroom is a rotten egg?” Eliza said, turning on her heels and heading for the bathroom.

She laughed as Jaime chased her down the hallway. Eliza squealed when Jaime caught her around the waist from behind and spun her around. Her eyes flashed at Jaime as she pressed her against the wall just to the left of the bathroom door. Jaime kissed her deeply, and the girl kissed her back eagerly. It lingered until the both of them had to come up for air. Eliza bit her lower lip, looked so sweet and sexy pinned against the wall. Jaime almost felt guilty about what she did next.

While Eliza was a little dazed from the kiss, Jaime slipped into the bathroom. Grinning, she said, “I guess you are the rotten egg.”

“Hey,” Eliza said, pouting playfully, “you don’t play fair.”

Jaime took her hands, pulling her close. She kissed the girl, feeling Eliza respond.  Her hands slipped down Eliza’s back and into the back pockets of her jeans. Giggling, Eliza pulled back from the kiss and gave her a playful smile.

“Do you really think you are going to get anywhere after that little stunt in the hallway?” She asked, her eyes saying yes.

“Don’t be a sore loser,” Jaime teased, grinning at her, “I beat you fair and square.”

“Fair and square, my ass,” Eliza said, laughing.

Jaime winked and kissed her. Eliza melted against her, her lean and lovely body molding to Jaime.  It lingered awhile, and Eliza finally had to put her hands on Jaime’s arms and push away from her. Grinning, she said, “Shower.”

While Eliza fiddled with the taps, Jaime dug them some towels out of the linen closet and laid them out.  She leaned against the sink and watched the girl undress.  Eliza was so beautiful that Jaime never got tired of looking at her. If anything, the girl was more appealing than ever, Jaime’s perception colored by genuine love and affection for the girl.

Eliza caught her looking and grinned, asked, “Are you just going to look or are you going to get undressed and join me?”

Laughing, Jaime stripped out of her clothes, tossing them in the hamper. When she and Eliza were in the tub, she pulled the shower curtain, and the girl pulled the knob on the faucet to start the shower.  The hot water felt amazing, and she felt the tension of her last day of work leave her body.

Pouring a puddle of body wash into her palm, Eliza worked it into a lather.  Jaime sighed as her slippery hands started running over her body.  She smiled as the girl took her time, spent a whole lot longer than needed to get Jaime clean.  A pleasant warmth had blossomed between Jaime’s thighs from Eliza’s lingering caresses. By the time the girl was satisfied, Jaime was a horny mess.

Not bothering to rinse, she pulled the girl close and kissed her deeply. Jaime turned them until Eliza was pressed against the back wall of the shower nook. Her knee nudged the girl’s legs apart, Jaime’s thigh pressing between them.  Eliza moaned as Jaime’s slippery thigh rubbed against her girlhood. Pulling back a little to grin at Eliza, Jaime smiled at her, moving her hips like she was twirling and invisible hula hoop.  Eliza’s eyes widened, and she bit her lip as Jaime ground her thigh against her sex. Jaime saw her face screw up in pleasure as it started to feel good.

Jaime shifted her stance a little and her own body rubbed deliciously against  Eliza’s hip.  The body wash made it easier for their bodies to move together and they found an easy rhythm. Eliza’s hands slipped down Jaime’s soapy back and onto her buttocks, helping her grind against her. Their little noises of enjoyment mingled with the hiss of the shower, then drowned out the rush of water as they grew more and more excited.

Even in their frantic need, their bodies moved in perfect harmony.  Jaime never stopped being amazed at how well they complimented each other.  Eliza was the yin to her yang, never out of step and always on the same wavelength.  They fit together like they were meant to.

Eliza groaned as Jaime’s hand slipped up her side to cup her small breast.  Jaime teased another one from the girl’s slack mouth as she gently kneaded it, let the rigid nipple drag across her palm.  Eliza bit her lip and looked at Jaime with those big, beautiful brown eyes.  Jaime could see her excitement in them, and she leaned into the girl, kissed her deeply.  Eliza’s hands slipped up Jaime’s back, and her fingernails dug into Jaime’s shoulders as she continued to play with her breast. The girl had to break the kiss as a drawn out moan escaped her.

Jaime saw Eliza’s eyes widen a little, and she smiled. It was kind of sexy to see the realization that she was about to come dawn on Eliza. Jaime felt her own orgasm stir to life as she focused on bringing the girl to a climax.  She rolled her hips once, twice, three times and she felt Eliza stiffen against her.  The girl’s shuddering pushed her over the edge, too, and they clung to each other as their bodies went crazy.

“I did…” Eliza said, gasping for breath, “I didn’t know you could do that… Standing up.”

Grinning, Jaime said, “I still have a trick or two up my sleeve.”

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“Oh God, that feels so good,” Eliza moaned, thickly.

Grinning, Jaime squirted more lotion into her palm, put the girl’s other foot in her lap and began to massage it like she had the first. Fresh from their shower and dressed for bed, they were sitting on the couch. Jaime thought it would be nice to help the girl unwind a little after a long day at the Cuarto, offered to give her a foot massage.

“You are so good at this,” Eliza said, sighing happily.

“God, look at your poor feet,” Jaime said, seeing the angry red marks on her heel and along the side of her foot.

“Occupational hazard,” Eliza said, shrugging.

“This doesn’t hurt?” Jaime asked, gingerly tracing the sore with her fingertip.

“A little,” the girl said, shrugging, “ but you get used to it.”

Jaime frowned, said, “Get used to it?”

“Like I said, occupational hazard.”

Jaime was silent a moment, looking at the girl’s foot. Finally, she said, “Maybe you should quit.”

“What? Quit dancing?”

“Your debt has been paid, right?” Jaime asked, running her thumbs along the ball of Eliza’s foot.

“Well, yeah,” Eliza said, frowning.

“And you don’t need your apartment, anymore,” Jaime said, smiling at her.

“I guess I don’t,” the girl said, grinning, “although, I’m still not unpacked.”

Jaime laughed, shaking her head.

“I can make you enough money with what you’ve already saved to go to college. Hell, you are already most of the way there, anyway,” Jaime said.

Eliza looked at her for a long moment, then asked, “You want me to quit dancing?”

Smiling at the girl, Jaime said, “I’m just saying you have options now.”

“Options,” Eliza said like she was getting a feel for it on her tongue. Jaime could tell the thought hadn’t even crossed the girl’s mind before now.

“It’s just something to think about,” Jaime said, beginning to rub the girl’s foot, again.

“Huh,” the girl said, lost in her own thoughts.

Jaime finished with her foot, let her hands move higher to massage her delicate ankle, then kept moving up to her calf. As her hands made it passed Eliza’s knee, the girl became aware that Jaime’s hands had wandered. She grinned as Jaime began to massage her thigh, moving slowly higher. She sighed as Jaime worked the tension out of her tired leg. Jaime’s knuckles just brushed against the crotch of Eliza’s sleep shorts, making the girl hold her breath. Grinning, Jaime moved the leg aside, began massaging the other, taking her time.  Eliza laughed, put a hand on her forehead.  She watched Jaime kneading her muscles, leaving her skin glistening with lotion. Her breathing was fast and shallow by the time Jaime made it all the way up her leg.

When Jaime hooked her fingers in Eliza’s sleep shorts, the girl lifted her backside off the couch. Slipping her shorts and panties down Eliza’s long legs, then off, Jaime dropped them on the floor. Jaime massaged the hollows of the girl’s hips, and then the hips themselves. Eliza laughed and shook her head, realizing Jaime was just teasing her by taking off her shorts. Jaime’s slick hands ran up her flanks under her sleep shirt, then back down onto her taut stomach. Teasing or not, her touch drew a moan from the girl. Jaime’s touch was getting her excited.

At Jaime’s urging, Eliza stripped out of her tank top, set it on the floor with the rest of her clothes. Squirting some more lotion into her palm, Jaime worked it between her hands to warm it up a little. Eliza still gasped as the coolness found her hot skin. Jaime’s hands massaged her ribs, her knuckles brushing the undersides of Eliza’s breasts. The girl sighed and bit her lower lip. Jaime pressed and kneaded all around them, letting her fingers just touch them here and there. Just enough to keep the girl in suspense.

When she finally cupped them, kneaded them, the girl groaned thickly, said, “Oh God!”

Jaime grinned at her, let one of her greasy hands slip down the girl’s belly and between her thighs. Eliza was more than ready for her, sighing at the first brush of Jaime’s fingertips on her tender bud. The girl moaned thickly as Jaime cupped the swell of her girlhood, gently kneaded it. Her hips began to move as Jaime’s hand rubbed against her.

She let her hand slip from between Eliza’s legs and she heard the girl sigh in frustration. Grinning, Jaime said, “Not yet. Turn around.”

“Seriously?” Eliza asked, then shook her head when she saw that Jaime was indeed serious. Sighing, she turned around, brushed her hair to the front, so Jaime had access to her shoulders and back.

For all her protests, Eliza sighed happily as Jaime worked the tight muscles in her shoulders and back, especially her lower back.  Only when all the tension was gone from the girl did Jaime pull Eliza onto her lap. Her hand slipped around and down, between the girl’s thighs. She moaned and snuggled back into Jaime. Smiling, Jaime kissed her neck, just behind her ear, then her shoulder. Her free hand came up to cup Eliza’s breast.

“Mmm…” Eliza said, the smile evident in her voice.

After the prolonged intimacy of the massage, the girl didn’t seem in any hurry, so Jaime took her time. The lazy circles her fingers were making and the delicate kisses on Eliza’s neck and shoulders had the girl sighing and moaning softly.  Smiling, Jaime thought if Eliza were a cat, she’d be purring.

Her free hand wasn’t willing to sit still, wanted to roam free.  The greasiness of the lotion was gone, and Jaime thrilled to the silky smooth feel of Eliza’s skin under her fingertips.  She inhaled deep the subtle scent of the lotion, smiling.

In spite of Jaime’s slow touch, her lazy caresses, she sensed the girl was growing excited. The roll of her hips against Jaime’s hand, her soft moans getting louder, the shallowness of her breathing told Jaime she was ready for a change of pace.  Jaime let her fingers move faster, press a little harder, and she was rewarded by the girl responding.

“That feels so good,” Eliza whispered, her body writhing in Jaime’s lap, “don’t stop.”

Jaime didn’t stop, didn’t let up until the girl stiffened in her lap. Eliza cried out as she came, shaking through her climax. Jaime wrapped her up in her arms, and Eliza snuggled against her as she floated down from her orgasm.

Eliza stretched like a cat in a sunny spot, said, “Now, that’s the way to relax! I feel like I’m melting.”

“You are welcome, Love,” Jaime said, squeezing her tighter. She smiled and said, “You know, a massage like that usually cost extra.”

The girl laughed and asked, “Want to go to the bedroom and let me see about paying you back?”

“I don’t know,” Jaime said, grinning at her, “my fees are pretty steep.”

The girl uncoiled herself from Jaime’s lap, offered her hand. Taking it, Jaime let Eliza lead her into the bedroom. They stopped at the foot of the bed, Eliza moving against Jaime. Eliza’s lips were soft and eager as they pressed against Jaime’s and Eliza’s tongue drew her into a lingering kiss.  Eliza slipped her fingers into the waistband of Jaime’s pajama bottom, pushed them down until gravity kicked in and pulled them the rest of the way. Breaking the kiss for just a second, Jaime slipped out of her t-shirt. In just her panties, Jaime pressed her lips against Eliza’s.

Grinning, Eliza urged Jaime to sit on the bed. Jaime watched as the girl headed to the radio and started some music playing. She grinned as the girl started dancing, leaned back to get comfortable and enjoy the show. The sway of Eliza’s hips, the slow touch of her hands on her young body was fascinating to watch.  The girl had a confidence and grace about her that drew the eye and held it like iron to a magnet. Then she gave Jaime a smile that made her heart skip a few beats.

The girl came closer, crawling onto Jaime’s lap. She kept dancing, rubbing her body against Jaime, her small breasts in her face. Jaime couldn’t help but flash back to that first night at Cuarto de la Nina, Eliza leading her into one of the curtained booths for a dance much like this.  That had been the beginning of one crazy night and their relationship.

Still rolling her hips against Jaime, Eliza grinned at her and said, “You know, you are still the only one I do this for.”

Jaime kissed her, then said, “I was just thinking about that night.”

“So was I,” Eliza said, smiling fondly. She put her hand to Jaime’s cheek, leaned in, and kissed her passionately.  Pulling back, she said, “I love you.”

Feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside, Jaime said, “I love you, too.”

Grinning, Eliza got off Jaime and asked, “Where did you end up hiding my strap-on?”

“It’s in my underwear drawer,” Jaime said, moving back on the bed. She hooked her thumbs in her panties, pulling them off, and tossing them aside. Glancing at Eliza, she saw the girl had pulled something out and was looking at it.

Turning to Jaime, Eliza held it up and asked, “What is this?”

Jaime grinned and said, “I told you I already had one.”

Eliza brought it to the bed and said, “This looks a lot more complicated than mine.”

“If yours is so a Ford,” Jaime said, taking it from her, “this is a Ferrari.”

“What’s the difference?” Eliza asked, curious.

“It has two dildos- one for you and one for your partner. Plus, this is a vibrating egg,” Jaime said, pointing out the features she was describing, “which makes it a lot more enjoyable for the wearer.  Fun for everyone.”

“Fun for everyone, huh,” Eliza said, laughing, “help me put it on.”

“There is a little bottle of lube in the drawer,” Jaime said, undoing the straps while Eliza went to grab it.

When the girl came back, she took the bottle from her and oiled up the smaller dildo in the crotch of the strap-on. She eased it inside the girl, holding the panty in place until the Eliza could tighten the straps. Eliza had to use the very last hole available, but she could wear the harness. Jaime attached the controller for the vibrating egg to the girl’s hip strap, then turned it on for her. The girl gasped as it came buzzing to life and then grinned.

“Nice, isn’t it?” Jaime asked.

“So that’s what a Ferrari feels like,” Eliza said, laughing.

“The best part,” Jaime said, reaching out to stroke the front dildo, “is how sensitive the harness is. Every little movement gets translated to the wearer.”

Eliza moaned, feeling everything Jaime was doing. Letting go of the dildo, Jaime turned her back on the girl, looking back at her from her hands and knees.  She smiled as Eliza moved behind her, spreading her legs a little more to make it easier for the girl to line up the dildo and ease it in. It slipped deep into her slick core and forced a moan from her.  Still looking over her shoulder, she watched Eliza take a hold of her hips.  She grinned as the girl’s inexperience showed in the way she tried to move her whole body, instead of just her hips.

“It’s like dancing,” Jaime said, wriggling her backside, “it’s all in the hips.”

The girl tried it and grinned.  It didn’t take her long to get the hang of it, the flex of her body burying the dildo deep into Jaime.  Each roll of her hips sent waves of pleasure through Jaime and forced a moan from her slack mouth.  The dildo rubbed inside of her deliciously, and she changed the angle of her body so that each thrust found her g-spot.  Her moans became excited cries that filled the bedroom and drowned out the music from the radio.

Eliza’s moans mingled with her cries. Jaime looked over her shoulder, again, and saw the girl’s face pinched in a rictus of enjoyment.  She had worn the harness on many occasions and knew how good it felt. The roll of the hips moved the dildo inside, and the pressure of thrusting rubbed the buzzing egg against the clit.  That one-two combination was intense, lovely. She smiled as the girl bit her lip, her eyes closing as she savored the feeling. She pushed back into Eliza’s thrusts, putting more pressure on the harness.

Jaime reached between her legs, her fingers finding her bud. She rubbed it, as Eliza’s pace slowly increased.  The pressure on her clit and the dildo moving inside of her melded into one lovely sensation that drove her body crazy.  Her fingers moved faster and faster, keeping up with Eliza’s pace.

Leaning forward, Eliza’s slipped her hands up Jaime’s flanks and onto her breasts.  She kneaded them, making Jaime groan thickly.  Getting to her knees, she twisted her body so she could kiss the girl.  Eliza’s hand slipped down Jaime’s stomach and between her thighs. Jaime let her own hand fall away, and Eliza’s able fingers found her bud.  She had to break the kiss, unable to hold back the moan that escaped her. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the girl’s buttocks, helped the girl drive the dildo home again and again.

She heard the girl’s moans grow sharper. The roll of her hips became erratic.  Her own orgasm came on as she thought the girl was about to come.  Her fingers tightened on Eliza’s backside, and she kept the girl thrusting even as her body started to come apart.  She only needed a few more thrusts, and she cried out as her climax had her.  Even through her own ecstasy, she heard Eliza gasp and felt her body shaking behind her.  Jaime didn’t let her pull out, kept her buried deep inside. The girl cried out a second time as the buzzing egg brought her to another orgasm.  As Eliza shook violently with it, Jaime felt herself come apart, again.

Collapsing onto her stomach a trembling mess of singing nerve endings, she heard Eliza cry out, again.  She turned her head and saw the girl struggling with the controls of the vibrator, her very sensitive clit being tortured by the egg.  Eliza finally found the off button, sighing with relief. She saw Jaime looking at her and laughed, shaking her head.

“I guess I should have shown you the off switch,” Jaime said, her voice thick, “sorry about that.”

 She rolled onto her back and stretched. She felt lovely in her post orgasmic haze.

“Holy shit,” Eliza said, swallowing hard.  She looked a little dazed from the three orgasms that had stacked up on her. Even with the vibrator off, her hips were still jerking, like she was being shocked.

“So what do you think of the Ferrari?” Jaime asked, smiling at her.

“I think we can sell the Ford,” Eliza said, laughing.

“Wouldn’t think of it,” Jaime said, sitting up to give her a kiss, “I have fond memories of the Ford.”

“I believe we are going to have plenty of memories of this thing, too,” Eliza said, making Jaime laugh.

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“I’ve been thinking about what you said. About quitting,” Eliza said, out of the blue.

Jaime looked up from her article, gave Eliza a questioning look. The girl sat across from her at the kitchen table, doing her homework. She had been a little surprised when the girl had come home straight after school.

She had been at the sink, washing dishes when the girl had walked through the front door, still wearing her school uniform. She had given the girl a questioning look, but the girl had just come to her and gave her a sweet, lingering kiss and a hug. The girl seemed to be okay, so Jaime had just shrugged. She was happy to have her home.

“Really?” Jaime asked, her eyebrows still raised, “I had figured you had forgotten about it. It was almost two weeks ago.”

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot,” Eliza said, tapping her pencil against her notebook. She wrote one more thing, then set it down. She closed her notebook and her textbook, stuffed them back in her backpack. The pencil went in the front pocket.

“All finished?” Jaime asked.

Grinning, Eliza said, “Yeah. Not too much tonight.”

“So… You put some thought into quitting. What did you decide?” Jaime asked, setting her Ipad aside.

“You are right of course. I don’t need to dance anymore, but I’m thinking I’ll just dancing one or two nights a week,” Eliza said.

“Oh?” Jaime asked.

Eliza grinned and said, “Mostly so I can hang out with the girls. Tank and Annie, too. Even Julio’s grumpy ass.”

“Okay,” Jaime laughed, then gave her a questioning look, “Mostly?”

The girl looked embarrassed as she said, “Don’t judge me.”

“Wouldn’t think of it,” Jaime said, laughing.

“There’s just something… thrilling about being on the stage,” Eliza said, rubbing the back of her neck.

“You don’t have to explain it to me,” she said, amused.

Eliza looked at her for a long moment, then just shook her head.

“Have you told Julio, yet?”

“Yeah. Last night,” Eliza said.

“Was he okay with it?” Jaime asked.

“He really didn’t have a choice,” the girl said, smiling brightly, “like you said, he doesn’t have anything over me, now. I told him if he didn’t like the arrangement, I’d just quit.  He got all flustered, and Annie made the mistake of laughing at him. You should have seen the look he gave her.”

“Knowing Annie,” Jaime said, laughing, “she probably gave it right back to him.”

“Oh, she did. There was a standoff that was as epic as a Godzilla movie,” Eliza said, laughing at the memory.

“He backed off first, didn’t he?”

“Of course, he did. Have you ever had one of Annie’s looks turned on you? Scary,” the girl said, grinning.

“I wish I could have seen it,” Jaime said, laughing.

“Later, he came up to me and said he was proud of me. Not as proud as if I just walked away but still proud.”

“Julio said that?”

Grinning, Eliza said, “Under the cigar smoke and tattoos, he’s actually a nice guy. Just grumpy all the time.”

Jaime’s mind struggled with the thought of anyone who owned and ran an under aged strip club for what amounted to the mafia in this city as a ‘nice guy’. She had met him a couple of times, and while he didn’t seem like a thug, nice still wasn’t the word she would have used.

Seeing the look on her face, Eliza said, “You have to understand about Julio. First off the Cuarto wasn’t his first gig with the Familia.  He is a cousin of the Grande Jefe, used to be more involved in the organization, if you know what I mean. He didn’t have the stomach for the violence, so his cousin set him up at the Cuarto.

“Tank was there before Julio took over, and he says it was a shit hole and the old manager a sleaze ball. He showed me pictures, and I couldn’t even imagine dancing there. The manager used to harass the girls while they were changing. Took more money from their tips than he was supposed to. He sounded like a real asshole.

“He says when Julio came in, it was night and day. No more harassment. Julio always stays in his office when he’s at the Cuarto. If he needs to talk to you, it’s there or the bar. He curtained off the dressing room to give us some privacy.

“As for the shit hole of a bar, Tank said one of the first things Julio ever said to him was ‘It’s bad enough these girls have to pay off their parent’s debts. They shouldn’t have to work like this, too.’

“He gutted the dressing room, putting in mirrored tables and lockers for the girl’s personal stuff. He refinished the stage, added a new sound system and lighting. He rebuilt the bar, added more tables on the floor. He impressed Tank. The man is loyal to Julio to a fault.

“Julio is supposed to get twenty-five percent of what we make and another fifty goes to the Familia to pay off our debts, leaving us with just twenty-five percent. He rarely takes more than seven percent, and the majority of that goes toward maintaining the apartments for the girl and paying Annie and Tank. He says he makes more than enough off liquor sales to pay his bills.”

“Huh,” Jaime said, surprised.

“So,” Eliza said, grinning, “that’s why I think Julio is a nice guy. Oh, and the Sarah thing.”

“Sarah thing?”

Frowning, Eliza thought for a second, then said, “I guess you haven’t been to the Cuarto since little Sarah started. The girl is cute as can be- big eyes, long blonde hair- and only eight years old.”

“Jesus,” Jaime said, her hand going to her mouth.

“She is the youngest dancer at the Cuarto in a long time. Julio doesn’t take any of her money for himself, and he’s asking us to pitch in to pay off her debt.  I thought he was going to cry when he gathered us in his office and asked us if he could take ten percent of our tips, instead of seven. He wanted to pad Sarah’s take so she could pay off her debt faster. It was well within his rights to just do it, but he asked us, anyway. We all told him to take twelve percent.”

Jaime felt tears sting her eyes, and she said, “That was… Amazing. That you would all do that for her.”

“If you saw her, you’d understand. She can melt your heart just by looking at you with those big eyes, turn you into a puddle of goo with a smile,” Eliza said, then shrugged, “but it is nothing new, really. The girls all look out for each other. We are a family, of sorts.”

Smiling, Jaime got up and circled the table. She hugged the girl from behind, said, “I see why you didn’t want to quit.”

“Could you help Sarah like you helped me and some of the other girls? Invest her money for her?” Eliza asked.

“Of course,” Jaime said, squeezing the girl tighter.

“You should come by the club, meet her,” Eliza said, smiling.

“Maybe I will. When is your next night?”

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It had been almost a month since she was here, but Jaime was glad to see the Cuarto de la Nina hadn’t changed. The sights, the smells, the sounds… Comforting and familiar. Every time she was here, she felt at home.

The news that she was here spread fast and the girls started coming around to say hi and get a friendly squeeze. It surprised her how many came by her stool, stayed awhile to talk.  It made her feel like part of the family.

The biggest surprise was when Julio sat down beside her at the bar. He gave her a sheepish grin, said, “I hear you helped some of the girls with their finances.”

Grinning, Jaime said, “I don’t do taxes.”

Julio laughed and said, “That’s alright. I don’t pay them.”

“Then what can I do for you?” Jaime asked.

“We have a new girl-” he started, then just nodded when he saw that she knew, “poor kid needs all the help she can get.”

Jaime gave him a warm smile, said, “Eliza already asked me to help. I’m supposed to meet Sarah tonight.”

He nodded, said, “Good.”

He started to get up, and she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. When he looked at her expectantly, she said, “I was wrong about you. You are a good person.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” he said, embarrassed by the compliment.  He looked around, making sure no one had heard her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you are a softy,” Jaime said, laughing.

He gave her a funny look, said, “Thanks.”

Then he was gone, and Jaime was left to sip her Coke. It still tasted funny without Jim Beam in it, but she was getting to like the taste of just Coke, again.

“Please welcome our newest dancer to the stage,” the announcer said, when the music stopped, “Sarah!”

Curiosity got the better of her, and she turned to see the slight little girl come shyly to center stage. She was every bit as cute as Eliza had said she was. Her hair was long and blond, fell nearly to her backside. Even from where she sat Jaime could see her big, expressive eyes. She wore simple white panties and a t-shirt with Tinkerbell on it. Her skinny little legs were bare, her adorable knobby knees.

The music started playing, and Jaime saw the girl take a deep breath and straighten her spine.  With her courage summoned, the girl began to dance.  Jaime had to smile at the girl’s offbeat and awkward moves, thought she looked adorable.  While it didn’t do much for her libido, it was tugging the hell out of her heartstrings.

Jaime glanced at the crowd around the stage and saw the same reaction as hers mostly. It kind of warmed her heart.

The girl shed her Tinkerbell shirt, began dancing around the stage in just her underwear. She was all elbows and knees, and there was no rhyme or reason to her moves.  Jaime couldn’t stop smiling and ended laughing more than once. She could see a few of the guys in the crowd chuckling and most were smiling.

The girl paused in her dancing, her back to the crowd. She was looking at something and Jaime followed her gaze and saw Min and Eliza peeking out of the curtain.  The two teens gestured, and Sarah turned back to the crowd.  She looked so shy and vulnerable standing there under the spotlight that Jaime wanted to rush the stage, wrap her up in her coat and usher her backstage. Then the girl took another deep breath and hooked her thumbs in her panties. She raked them down her skinny legs and off.

Jaime couldn’t watch anymore, had to turn back to the bar. Annie saw her and gave her a sympathetic smile. Jaime just shook her head.

When the song ended, she turned around to see Sarah collecting her money.  The crowd gave her hearty applause, and the girl paused, looked up wide-eyed at them. She started giggling and gave them a half curtsey before grabbing the rest of her money and hightailing it off the stage.  Jaime and Min were waiting on her, and Jaime saw them put their arms around the girl on the way backstage.

Smiling, Jaime turned back around. Annie came over and said, “Makes you want to kick the father in the balls, doesn’t it?”

“I take it it is his debt she is paying off,” Jaime said.

“Yeah. That’s the case most of the girls here, but this guy…” Annie said and couldn’t even finish the thought.

“How bad is it?”

“Quarter of a million,” Annie said, shaking her head.

“Jesus,” Jaime said, gaping at her.

“Julio talk to you about helping her?” Annie asked.

“Yeah. Eliza had already asked me, though.”

“Anything you can do…” the bartender said, sighing heavily, “I just don’t want to see her still on that stage in her prom dress. You know what I mean?”

“I’ll do what I can,” Jaime said.

“Good. Here comes Eliza and Sarah, now.”

Jaime turned to see Eliza coming toward her with little Sarah in tow. She swiveled on her bar stool, smiled at them.

“Sarah,” Eliza said, picking the girl up and sitting her on the chair next to Jaime, “this is my girlfriend, Jaime. This little ragamuffin is Sarah.”

“Hello, Sarah,” Jaime said, holding out her hand. The little girl shook it, smiling shyly.

“Jaime is going to help you with your money,” Jaime said, smiling at the girl.

“Yeah?” Sarah asked, turning her beautiful eyes on Jaime.

Jaime felt her heart turn to mush in her chest, and she smiled at the girl and nodded.

“Thank you, Jaime,” Sarah said, returning the smile.

Again, Jaime felt the tug on her heartstrings, and she knew she was going to move mountains for this girl.

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“Eliza,” Jaime called, realizing she hadn’t seen the girl in a while. When she didn’t get an answer, she went looking for her. She found her hunched over her sewing machine. Standing in the doorway, Jaime watched her work for a few minutes, smiling.  Eliza was so intent on her project, she didn’t know Jaime was there. She had earbuds in her ears, was nodding along with whatever song she was listening to.

Finally, she crossed the room and put her arms around the girl’s shoulders. Eliza jumped, then pulled one of the earbuds from her ear.

“Hi,” Jaime said.

“Hey,” Eliza said, smiling at her.

“Working on a new costume?” she asked, kissing the girl’s neck.

“Sort of,” the teenager said.

“For Sarah?” Jaime asked, noticing it was kind of small for Eliza.

“Yeah,” Eliza said, shaking her head, “poor girl doesn’t have anything to dance in, so I told her I’d make her something.”

“That is sweet of you,” Jaime said, squeezing her tighter.

“I also told her I’d help her with her dance,” Eliza said, then went on, “is it okay if she comes over this weekend?”

Grinning, Jaime said, “You don’t need to ask my permission. This is your house, too.”

“My house,” Eliza said, grinning at her, “I guess I’m still getting used to that.”

“Well, get used to it,” Jaime said, kissing the top of her head, “I’ll let you get back to work. I have an F. Paul Wilson novel I need to finish reading.”

“Oh God,” Eliza said, laughing, “you’ve got me hooked on the Repairman Jack series, now. I’m on the third book already.”

“Told you he was a great writer,” Jaime said, walking out of the room.  She heard the sewing machine start humming again and had to smile.  As she headed back to the living room and her book, she wondered what sort of costume Eliza would come up with. She hoped Eliza had better luck coming up with an idea than she did because she couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t look ridiculous on an eight-year-old girl.

Sitting on the couch, she tucked her legs under her and grabbed her novel from the coffee table.  It didn’t take long for her to become engrossed in the story, again.  An hour passed in a blink of an eye and she had put a healthy dent in the book. She put her bookmark in her place, then set the book aside. Yawning, she glanced at the clock on the blu-ray player, saw it was after ten.

She yawned again, then got up to see how Eliza was doing. She found the girl standing over the bed, looking down at her handy work. Spotting Jaime out of the corner of her eye, she smiled and waved her over. She bent over and picked something off the bed as Jaime moved to her side. Eliza held it up for her to see. It appeared to be a pair of boyshorts made out of a sheer, stretchy material.
“Look at this. It’s so tiny,” Eliza said, grinning at her.
“It’s cute,” Jaime said. She glanced at the bed, saw Eliza had made a camisole top out of the same material. It was so small that it broke Jaime’s heart a little. Shaking her head, she made a mental note to check the account she had set up for Sarah to see if she couldn’t squeeze a little more money out of her investments.

She picked up the cami top and admired Eliza’s handiwork.  She was impressed, her own sewing skills limited to being able to put a button back on a shirt. Eliza had taken a bolt of fabric and created something not only functional but attractive. She thought Sarah would look cute in the outfit, probably sexier than an eight-year-old should.

“You are pretty good with a sewing machine,” Jaime said, putting the top back on the bed and her arm around the girl’s waist.

“I’ve had some practice,” Eliza said, snuggling against Jaime’s flank, “I’ve made most of my own dance costumes.”

“Well, this looks amazing. I’m sure Sarah will love it.”

“Hopefully, the crowd will, too,” Eliza said, then sighed heavily.

Squeezing her tighter, Jaime said, “I know. It sucks.”

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Jaime paused just inside the double doors to the Cuarto de la Nina, smiling fondly at the place. Since she didn’t come here very often anymore, especially now that Eliza only danced one or two nights a week.  Still, it felt like returning to a close friend’s house, as comfortable to her as her own place.

She was spotted almost instantly, and the word of her being here spread fast. She barely made it to her bar stool before the parade of girls began.  As she hugged one skinny girl after another, she began to understand why Eliza wanted to dance a few nights a week even if she didn’t need to. There was genuine affection in the squeezes the girls gave her, made her feel warm inside.

Even Annie had a hug for her.

“Here to see Eliza?” the bartender asked, releasing her, “I saw her come in.”

“Actually, no. I’m here to see Sarah’s new dance.”

“New dance?” Annie asked, raising her eyebrows.

Catching the look, Jaime said, “Eliza has been helping her with a routine.  Tonight is the first time she is going to do it, and she all but begged me to come watch.”

Grinning, Annie said, “She gave you the eyes, didn’t she? Those big bright eyes.”

Jaime laughed and said, “Yeah.”

“Well, it’s nice to see you. You don’t come in much anymore,” Annie said, moving around the bar.

“I guess I don’t.”

“All the girls missed you,” Annie said, grinning, “as you can tell. Some of the other customers were giving you dirty looks, what with all the attention you were getting.”

“Maybe I’ll start coming in on Eliza’s nights,” Jaime said.

“The girls will be happy to see you,” Annie said, putting some Coke in a glass for Jaime. The bartender didn’t even ask if she wanted a shot of whiskey in it.

Jaime felt someone tug on her sleeve and looked behind her. She saw a smiling Sarah in her new costume, her hand behind her back. Swiveling on her chair, Jaime looked the girl up and down. Eliza had added a pair of stockings and garters to the outfit, plus a simple ribbon choker. The material Eliza had used for the outfit had been sheer lying on the bed but nearly see thru now stretched by Sarah’s young body. It didn’t hide much of anything.  Eliza had done a wonderful job, the hot pants and top fitting the little girl like a glove. More than that, she had managed to make an eight-year-old girl look inappropriately sexy.

One of the girls had done Sarah’s makeup backstage, and she looked older than her tender age. Whoever had done it hadn’t gone the beauty pageant route, using darker colors to give Sarah more of a punk edge.  Too much dark eyeliner and mascara and dark red lipstick seemed to work well with her new costume. She looked like a young Avril Lavigne.

Jaime was ashamed to admit it, but her heart beat a little faster looking at the small girl in her new costume. The makeup, the sexy outfit… Jaime was finding it hard to see the shy girl who had melted her heart with her big blue eyes.

“Look at you,” Jaime said, grinning at the girl, “you look so pretty. Ready to turn all the boys heads.”

Giggling, Sarah said, “Boys are icky.”

“Give it a couple of years, you might change your mind,” Jaime said, laughing.

“I doubt it,” the girl said, crinkling up her nose.

“Okay,” Jaime said, still laughing, “do you like your new costume?”

Looking down at herself, Sarah said, “It’s nice, but…”

“What’s wrong?”

Sarah moved closer and whispered in Jaime’s ear, “You can see my who-hah.”

Snorting in surprise, Jaime said, “Unfortunately Sweetie, that is the idea.”

“I know,” Sarah said, her cheeks bright red. Underneath the embarrassment was a determination. She pulled herself up straighter, threw back her shoulders.  It broke Jaime’s heart to see her struggle past her insecurities to do what she had to do.

“Oh Sweetie,” Jaime said, off her bar stool to give the girl a hug. Sarah hugged her back, her skinny little body molding to Jaime.

Finally, the girl pulled back to arm’s length and gave Jaime a sheepish grin, “Sorry. I’m still getting used to this.”

“It’s okay, Sweetie,” Jaime said, stroking her cheek, “you are going to be great.”

“I hope I remember all the steps to the dance Eliza showed me,” Sarah said, biting her lower lip nervously.

“I saw you two rehearsing. You’ve got this, Sarah,” Jaime said, squeezing her shoulder, reassuringly.

The girl took a deep breath to bolster her courage and nodded, gave Jaime a smile. Jaime gave her one more hug, then let the girl go backstage to get ready. She watched the girl go, shaking her head when she saw the panties were cut high in the back, leaving two pale crescents of buttock revealed.

Back on her bar stool, she saw Annie looking at her funny. Jaime raised her eyebrows questioningly, and the bartender said, “You’d make a helluva coach.”

Laughing, Jaime said, “I don’t know about that.”

“That was some pep talk,” Annie said, grinning.

“I guess it was,” Jaime said, shaking her head.

“You’d be a good mother, too, I bet,” Annie said.

“Seriously,” Jaime said, giving her a dubious look.

“You just mother hen’d the hell out of that girl,” Annie said, laughing.

Blushing, Jaime said, “Mother hen’d?”

“You know what I mean. Her lip quivered and your maternal instincts kicked into overdrive,” the bartender said, laughing when Jaime looked even more embarrassed.

“Well, anyone would have done that,” Jaime said.

“Maybe,” Annie said.

“Can we talk about something else?”

Laughing, Annie let her off the hook, moved down the bar to make another patron’s drink. Jaime was left to shake her head and look down at her own glass. Had Annie been messing with her or did the woman actually think she was mother material?  Her own mother was largely absent from her life when she was growing up, so she really had no reference to compare herself to.  The thought of having a kid someday crept up on her sometimes, usually when she saw an adorable baby or a boy or girl doing something cute.  The thought both intrigued and scared the hell out of her in equal measures.

Luckily, with her current sexual arrangement, the chance of an accidental pregnancy was pretty low.  If she ever did decide to have a baby, it would be after careful consideration. No surprises.

Shaking her head, Jaime cursed Annie under her breath for putting the thought in her head.  Having a kid should be the last thing on her mind right now. She had a brand new business to fuss over and nurture. Then there was her most successful relationship to date. She was in unfamiliar territory with Eliza, still getting used to living with another person. Maybe in four years or so, she and Eliza can talk about kids.

“Goddamn Annie,” Jaime said, under her breath.

The DJ came over the loudspeaker, “Put your hands together for the adorable little Miss Sarah.”

The crowd started cheering, and Jaime turned to the stage, glad for a distraction from her thoughts. The lights above the crowd dimmed and the ones ringing the stage came up. Over the PA a young sounding girl said, “Daddy, when I grow up I want to a topless dancer, so I can make lots of cash, lots of cash… Lot’s of cash.”

Then the band Dope leaned into their groove-heavy song ‘Move It’ and Sarah strolled out onto the stage like Eliza had shown her, putting one foot in front of the other. It was a model walk, proud and cocky. The crowd cheered, and Sarah blew them a kiss.

She started dancing to the beat of the music, her young body moving and twisting. Jaime had wondered about Eliza’s choice of music for Sarah’s new dance, but it was undeniably a stripper song and the dance she had made up for Sarah fit the heavy metal with a disco flavor song perfectly.

Jaime saw the big grin on the girl’s face as she danced and it made her smile, too.  Last time she saw Sarah dance, the poor girl had looked mortified by being on stage, and Jaime had wanted to rush the stage, wrap the girl in her coat, and usher her backstage. She still wanted to do that, but that smile made it easier to stay in her seat.

Sarah had the dance down pat, and Jaime thought she must have practiced on her own after Eliza had shown her. Either that or the girl had an incredible memory and a natural talent. She smiled at the thought of the girl practicing in her bedroom at her house.

The top was shed and dropped to the hardwood, and Sarah never missed a step, teasing the crowd as she danced around the stage.  If she was nervous or uncomfortable, it didn’t show. Jaime remembered the last time she saw Sarah dance, how painfully shy the girl had been. She looked a lot more sure of herself now.  When it came to the part of the song to remove her panties, she didn’t hesitate. For the last minute of the song, she danced around in just the stockings. She had a confidence that the crowd found fascinating, Jaime included.

When the song ended, the crowd cheered. Giggling, Sarah gave a little curtsy, then gathered her outfit and her money. She was met as she went backstage by Eliza and the girl gave Sarah a high five, then a hug. Jaime saw the proud smile on the Sarah’s face as the curtain closed behind them and it made her tear up a little. The little girl looked up to Eliza, and that high five probably meant more to her than the handfuls of bills she had made.

Jaime turned back to the bar, sipped her Coke. A few minutes later, Sarah showed up at her side with Eliza in tow. Turning on her stool, Jaime smiled at them.

“Did you see?” Sarah asked, nearly buzzing with excitement. She was back in her dance outfit and grinning from ear to ear.

“I did, and you were great like I knew you would be,” she said to the little girl.

“Thanks to Eliza,” Sarah said, grinning up at the girl.

“That was all you, Kiddo,” Eliza said, patting her on the back, “I might have shown you the dance, but you owned it.”

That brought a huge grin to Sarah’s face, and Elisa returned it.

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“You know,” Jaime said, pausing to spit out her toothpaste, “Sarah looks up to you.”

Rinsing her own toothbrush, Eliza said, “I don’t know if I’m much of a role model.”

Jaime met her eyes in the mirror and said, “I think she could do a helluva lot worse. The way you deal with adversity… It’s nothing short of amazing.  She could learn a lot about that from you.”

A little embarrassed by the praise, Eliza looked away. She stowed her toothbrush in the holder, then wrapped her arms around Jaime’s waist. Smiling, Jaime hugged her back, putting up her own toothbrush.

She let Eliza lead them from the bathroom to the bedroom. Eliza let go of Jaime and went to her dresser. She pulled something out of the bottom drawer and turned back to Jaime. Holding it out, she said, “I had some left over material, so I made you something.”

“You made me something?” Jaime asked, stepping closer and taking it from the girl. She smiled at Eliza as she unfolded the gift. She had to laugh when she saw it was an outfit very similar to the one Eliza had made for Sarah; a sheer top and little shorts, stockings and choker. Grinning, she asked, “What is this? My dance outfit?”

Laughing, Eliza said, “I think you’d make a fortune in that outfit.”

Still admiring the outfit, Jaime said, “Well, that’s good news. If this whole working for myself thing tanks, I have a backup plan.”

Eliza laughed and said, “Try it on. I’ve been dying to see you in it.”

Grinning, Jaime went to the bathroom to change. She slipped out of her robe and into the very sheer, very skimpy outfit. Tying the ribbon choker in place, she took a second to admire herself in the mirror.  The outfit was very sexy and fit her like a glove, clung to her in all the right places.  Again, she was impressed with Eliza’s abilities with a sewing machine.

Still looking at her reflection, an idea popped into her head. Grinning, she left the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom. Eliza’s eyes were hot on Jaime’s body as she went to the little radio in the corner.  She started some music, then turned back to the girl. She saw Eliza watching her with interest, curious about what Jaime was up to. Winking, she sauntered over to the girl, standing in front of where she sat. Eliza looked up at her, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. Then Jaime began to dance, swaying her hips to the music. Grinning, Eliza leaned back, watching Jaime.

Jaime let her hands slip up her sides, over her breasts and into her hair. Turning around, she channeled her inner Miley Cyrus, shaking her backside for all she was worth. Eliza clapped and laughed, her eyes hot on Jaime’s skin. Straightening back up, Jaime hooked her fingers in the sheer top, pulling it up to show off her belly, then slipping out of it completely. She put an arm across her breasts, teasing little glimpses before letting her arm drop.

Her hips never stopped gyrating as she danced for Eliza. She grinned as the look on the girl’s face changed from mildly amused to excited.  The look in the girl’s eyes made her feel bold, and she turned up the heat on her dance. Her thumbs hooked into her shorts, teasing first one hip, then the other. She slowly worked them down her long legs. With her foot, she kicked them at Eliza, and the girl snagged them out of the air. In just the stockings and the choker, she straddled one of Eliza’s legs, dancing right in the girl’s face.

“So, when should I tell Julio you can start?” Eliza asked, her voice thick with excitement. Her eyes were hot on Jaime as she turned her back on the girl and bent over.  She ran her hand up one nylon clad leg, looking at her over her shoulder.

“I think I’m a little old for the Cuarto,” Jaime said, grinning as she turned back around. She ran her hands up her sides and onto the slopes of her breasts.

“With a dance like this,” Eliza said, swallowing hard, “I doubt the crowd would mind. Besides, you look very sexy in stockings.”

“Well, I don’t plan on taking them off,” Jaime said, winking at her.

She sat on the girl’s lap, facing away from her. She rolled her hips, rubbing her backside against Eliza. Hearing Eliza’s breathing change, she kept that slow, sensual flex of her body going. She found Eliza’s hands, put them on her hips. Leaning back against her, she moved the girl’s hands up to her heaving breasts. Her gyrations forced a moan from the girl.

“You know, you are the only one I do this for,” Jaime said, grinning. She heard Eliza laugh, recognizing her own words. The laugh trailed off into a moan as Jaime really ground her backside against Eliza’s lap.

The song that had been playing finally came to an end.  Getting off Eliza’s lap, she urged the girl to move back on the bed and Eliza stretched out on her back in the middle. Jaime crawled onto the bed, grinning down at the girl. Eliza got up on her elbows, kissed Jaime. There was some real heat behind it, and Jaime knew just how excited she had made the girl. It made her smile, knowing she got to Eliza the way the girl got to her.

Jaime hooked her thumbs in Eliza’s tank top, pulling it up. The girl helped her remove it, and she tossed it aside.  Grinning at her, Jaime lowered her mouth to her right breast and teased the dark nipple until it stiffened against her tongue.  Eliza groaned and arched her back when Jaime caught it with her teeth, gently nibbling it.  When the girl was squirming and couldn’t stand it anymore, Jaime moved to her other breast.

She moved down the girl’s supine body, leaving a trail of kisses on her taut stomach. Eliza’s breathing grew faster and more shallow the lower she went. She was holding her breath by the time Jaime made it to her sleep shorts.  When Jaime hooked her fingers in her sleep shorts, Eliza lifted her backside off the bed. She slipped them down and off.

With her eyes, Jaime drank in the girl. They still found her lithe and lean figure fascinating. Her desire for the girl hadn’t abated in the months they had been together.  If anything, she craved being with her even more. From the girl’s long, lovely legs, toned by years of dancing; to her taut, sexy belly; to her small, proud breasts; to her pert, round backside; to her beautiful ebony skin the same rich shade as coffee with a splash of cream; she loved everything about the girl. She loved her pretty face, her big brown eyes, and her playful smile.

Eliza gave her an affectionate smile and said, “I love when you look at me like that.”

“That’s good,” Jaime said, returning the smile, “because I don’t think I can stop.”

Her smile widening, Eliza pulled Jaime up to for a kiss. When Jaime’s weight settled on to her, the girl wrapped her legs around Jaime’s waist. Pulling back from the kiss, Jaime lovingly stroked the girl’s cheek and smiled down at her.

“You are so beautiful,” Jaime said.

“You are just saying that because I’m naked,” Eliza said, grinning, anyway.

“That’s not true. I thought you were beautiful that first time I saw you on the bus, and you are even more beautiful now,” Jaime said.

Eliza wrapped her arms around Jaime’s neck and kissed her deeply. When she finally pulled back, she  said, “You really know how to get to a girl’s heart, don’t you?”

“I love you so much, Eliza,” she said.

Something crossed the girl’s face, and she looked away before asking, “Will you still love me when I’m older?”

Jaime cringed, wondering if the subject was finally going to come up. She had been dreading having this conversation with the girl, but she knew it probably come some day.  It made her heart ache in her chest that the girl thought Jaime would lose interest in her as she grew up.  Nothing could be further from the truth.

She waited until the girl looked at her before saying, “I can’t imagine a day I wouldn’t want to be with you. I can’t imagine a day I wouldn’t still find you irresistible.  Being with you has made me so happy. I didn’t even know I could be this happy.  I’ll always love you and want to be with you. As long as you’ll have me, anyway.”

Eliza gasped at the raw emotion in her little speech, her eyes tearing up. She hugged Jaime tightly as those tears spilled down her face. Jaime held on for dear life, never wanting to let go, again. When Eliza finally pulled back, her cheeks were wet with tears, but she was grinning fondly at Jaime.  Jaime saw she had laid the girl’s fears to rest and only love filled her eyes.

Love for Jaime.  That warm look Eliza favored her with calmed some of her own fears.  She knew the girl might outgrow her some day, but it wasn’t going to be right now. She was going to cherish every second she had with the girl.

“I love you, too,” Eliza said, wiping her eyes. She suddenly laughed and shook her head, looking at Jaime. She said, “I’m not sure how it happened, but I do. I’m crazy about you.”

Jaime kissed her tenderly, then asked, “How it happened?”

“Before that night you followed me off the bus… I had a boyfriend… Well, a boy I liked. Did I ever tell you that?” Eliza asked.

“No,” Jaime said, curious where the girl was going with this.

“I was never attracted to other girls… Or women, for that matter. Then you came along and… There was just something about you… I can’t explain it…” the girl said, then grinned sheepishly, “don’t get me wrong; you are beautiful and sexy, but I can’t explain why I feel that way about you. Am I making any sense?”

“I think I understand what you are trying to say,” Jaime said, smiling.

The thirteen-year-old girl was struggling to articulate how her feelings for Jaime ran deep even if she couldn’t figure out why. It was a very mature emotion, and most adults couldn’t have done any better. Not for the first time and probably not the last, Jaime was impressed by this little girl. Barely a teenager and already more woman than child.

“Not before and not since,” Eliza said, meeting her eyes, “just you.”

Tears stinging her own eyes, Jaime kissed her deeply. It was an affectionate kiss, a demonstration of her love and not sexual, but she felt Eliza respond, anyway. Feeling the girl’s passion behind her caressing tongue, Jaime remembered what they were very naked and tangled up.  The closeness of the girl’s body brought her own desire back to life.  When she broke the kiss to give the girl a playful smile, Eliza nodded and pushed her hips up into Jaime.

Taking her cue from the girl, Jaime began rolling her hips back and forth, grinding her body against Eliza’s.  The feel of Eliza’s young body moving against hers, the sound of the girl’s breathy moans, the smell of the girl’s shampoo as Jaime nuzzled her neck and kissed her shoulder, the taste of the girl’s kiss when Jaime’s lips found Eliza’s… So many lovely sensations. Jaime pulled back from the kiss to smile at the girl, and Eliza looked up at her with those beautiful brown eyes full of desire.  Kissing her again, Jaime lost herself in the intimacy of the moment.

The meetings of their bodies were sending little waves of pleasure crashing through Jaime, each one swelling higher than the last and hitting her harder.  Her cries of enjoyment filled the air and were joined by Eliza’s.  She looked at the girl, saw her pretty face pinched in ecstasy, her mouth slack and her eyes closed. Eliza had her hands on Jaime’s shoulders, her fingernails digging into her skin with the roll of Jaime’s hips.

Jaime smiled, thinking about the times the girl had drawn blood in her excitement.  Eliza had been embarrassed by her loss of control and started cutting her fingernails shorter, but Jaime hadn’t minded. The stinging flesh had been a subtle reminder of the girl’s passion, her desire.

There wasn’t much chance of her leaving scratches, but her fingers tightened on Jaime’s shoulders as she pushed the girl’s body closer and closer to climax.  Jaime’s own hands were knotted in the sheets bracketing the girl’s head. She was holding herself up, making it easier to really grind against the girl. Eliza’s legs were still wrapped around her waist, but the girl still managed to wriggle her hips against Jaime.

Eliza’s eyes were open now, and she was looking up at Jaime.  Jaime smiled, knew the girl liked it when she held herself up like this.  Something about it Eliza just found exciting. She flashed her eyes up at Jaime, her smile making Jaime’s heart sprint in her chest.

Those eyes widened as Eliza started to come.  Seeing it, Jaime doubled her effort, her hips almost a blur as she pushed the girl closer and closer to the edge.  Eliza’s fingers tightened almost painfully on her shoulder as her body started to lose its grace, her hips jerking erratically.  Jaime felt her own body gathering tension and had to focus on the girl’s face, waiting for that look of ecstasy to come across it.  Her body wanted to lose control, but she made it wait until she heard Eliza gasp and felt her stiff underneath her.  Only then, did she let her own orgasm have her, let it shake the tension that had gathered deep inside from her body.  Eliza clung to her as they loss themselves in the wonderful sensations awash in them.

Eventually, Jaime rolled off Eliza. She pulled the stockings off and tossed them on the floor. Slipping under the covers, she welcomed Eliza into her arms. She stole one more kiss, then reached for the switch on the bedside lamp. In the dark, she smiled as the girl snuggled tighter against her side.

“Shit,” she said, reaching for the alarm clock. She set it for seven, giving her time for a shower before she had to leave for the airport to pick up her sister.  As Eliza got comfortable at her side, again, she wondered what her sister was going to think when she finally got to meet Eliza. Anxiety set in and she shook her head, knowing it was going to be a while before she managed to get to sleep tonight.

5 Responses to White Stockings, Part Three

  1. shrike says:

    Sarah’s father should die unintentionally saving the Grand Jefe from an assassination attempt. With her debt forgiven but no where to go Jaime and Eliza take her in as their daughter.

  2. Sarah-Sophie says:

    I love this part so much Ebo! I got so hot reading it! You are still the best writer I know! It fit´s perfectly in the story. The way Eliza cutting her hours and helping a new girl not only with the money but with all!

    And that Sarah sounds like a real cutie! Hope we will read some more off her! ;) Both outfits are kinda cute! But the one Eliza made was hot hot hot!

    Love you Ebo

  3. Sarah-Sophie says:

    @ shrike

    I wish her Dad to die too! But well it´s the mob! That wouldn´t help Sarah, I´m sure they´d just say something like this. “Sorry kid your Dad is dead, but you inherited the debt so get your cute ass back on stage and be happy with just dancing!”

    But the way Ebo got Jaime primed to become a Mom. And Eliza in the mentor / big sister role? Well if I have to guess she and Eliza will adopt Sarah!

    Love and kisses

    Sarah-Sophie

  4. Fur says:

    Once again your the best Ebo. The way this story is going is great. I’m loving it and so glad you took your time on it.

    Shrike is right they would have to forgive the child’s debt over something like that. It’s a matter of honor and would also create a life debt to the child. I know it’s not something the modern mofia believe in but the law is still part of tradition they have not gotten rid of. It’s not something I see going into ebo’s story though.

    It will be very interesting to see where you do take this story Ebo. You have me once again waiting for the further story to come. Thank you.

  5. Fur says:

    I forgot the sort of cliffhanger ending you left us on this one Ebo. I’m glad I’ve gone back and read it again. I want to see more of this and see how things go and what happens but I also feel like this storyline has you cornered and not sure where to go with it. I’m not even going to try and help just wait tell your ready for the next part and devour it when it’s written.

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