White Stockings, Part One

As the bus slowed to a stop at Cleveland and Poplar, Jaime felt her heart start beating faster in her breast. She tried not to stare as the girl got on the bus, wasn’t sure if she succeeded. The girl had become more than just a distraction for her on her commute home from work, but an infatuation bordering on an obsession. Ever since she lost her license because of a DUI, she’d been taking this same bus to work and Monday thru Friday and this girl rode it with her on the return trip.

She was a beautiful black girl, maybe thirteen, the perfect age to Jaime. Her legs were long and shapely for a girl her age; her girlish hips just giving way to a more feminine curviness; flat belly; a full round backside; small, perky breasts. She wore her hair straightened and long, falling to mid-back. It framed her pretty face perfectly. She had a dazzling white smile and big limpid brown eyes that lit up when she smiled.

While she was truly a beautiful girl, it was her usual outfit that first caught Jaime’s attention. She wore what appeared to be a school outfit; a bland blue, pleated skirt that fell to mid thigh; a white button up shirt and a blazer that matched the skirt; white tights and Mary Janes on her feet. She always had a backpack with her.

Jaime had come to terms with the fact she had a weakness for little girls, especially those between the ages of ten and fifteen. She wasn’t proud of it but had come to accept that it was a part of her. She hadn’t pursued this interest; just liked to look.

Then there was the schoolgirl fetish. Maybe it was just another facet of her kink, but she was addicted to slutty schoolgirl porn. She’d admit it was an addiction, had a huge hard drive on her computer full of video to prove it.

So, the fact she found this beautiful girl in her school uniform so intriguing wasn’t really that surprising. When she learned the girl wasn’t actually wearing tights under her skirt but something else, it hadn’t helped matters. Made them much, much worse, in fact. The girl had invaded her waking thoughts, then her dreams ever since she had noticed. She couldn’t concentrate at work, her performance slipping. The discovery had her a distracted mess.

It had happened a few days ago, when the bus was unusually full. The only seat left on the bus was the one directly across from Jaime and the girl ended up sitting there. Jaime had been elated because she could look at the girl without having to really try. She had sat down facing her, crossed her legs like a proper young lady. This is when it had happened, when Jaime noticed something that would completely blow her mind. She had been going on the assumption that the girl wore tights or maybe pantyhose with her uniform but it was incorrect. The skirt rode up a little and Jaime saw the lacy tops of the thigh high stockings the girl wore. Her eyes had grown wide at the sexy nylons, her mind kicking out feverish fantasies about why a thirteen year old girl was wearing such lingerie.

She hadn’t been able to tear her eyes away. As usual, the girl got off a couple stops before her own and she watched her go, left feeling unsatisfied with not knowing why the girl was wearing stockings. It plagued her thoughts all evening and she didn’t get any of the work she had brought home to work on done. All she could think about were those ebony legs sheathed in white nylon.

That night, when she finally managed to get to sleep, she dreamed of the girl. She came into Jaime’s bedroom, wearing only those sexy white nylons, her beautiful body lovingly revealed in the lamp light. She crossed the room, moving with a grace that Jaime found intoxicating. The girl favored her with a smile that took her breath, crawled onto the bed to kiss her. It lingered and the girl undid the sash on the silk robe Jaime wore. It fell open to reveal her twenty-seven year old body wrapped in a matching silk teddy. The girl had whispered, “I want you.”

That was when she had awakened in a state, her heart racing and a delicious heat spreading in her lower abdomen. As far as erotic dreams go, this one was almost PG, but it had her a horny mess. She had almost worn the batteries out on her vibrator before she was ready to go back to sleep, coming three times in a marathon bout of masturbation.

The girl had been on the bus the next day but seated way up front and Jaime in the back. Still, she was on her mind, had been there all day. She had barely gotten anything done at work, had a briefcase full of paperwork she’d have to finish tonight because of her lapse of attention.

Then, this afternoon… The girl was sitting right across from her again. Just like before, her skirt had rode up when she crossed her long legs. Jaime couldn’t swallow at the sight of the lacy tops of her stockings. Her heart was racing in her breasts and her panties were getting uncomfortably wet.

The girl must have felt her eyes on her because she looked at Jaime, a hint of an amused smile on her face. Blushing, she had looked away, but not for long. She couldn’t keep her eyes off the girl. The schoolgirl outfit, the stocking… The combination was playing havoc with her quiet addictions, making her a drooling fool.

The girl’s stop came up and she got up to disembark. Watching the twitch of her backside as she swayed down the aisle, Jaime felt herself almost panicking. It was happening, again. The girl was leaving and she still didn’t know why she wore the sexy stockings under her school uniform.

The need to know was almost painful, compelled her to her feet. The girl was already off the bus, walking up the street. Jaime just made it off the bus before the driver pulled away from the curb. He gave her an odd look, knew her stop was a few more further along his route. Shrugging, he opened the door and let her out.

Her feet hit the concrete just in time for her to see the girl disappear down an alley between two brick buildings. She told herself to wait, let the girl have a head start. Counting to five in her head, she shook her head at her own actions. She was following a little girl to see why she wore stockings. It wasn’t rational behavior, reckless. Worse, she didn’t even know if following the girl would answer her burning question. The girl might just live around here. There were apartment buildings a few blocks over.

Still, she started walking, came to the entrance of the alley the girl had disappeared into. Peeking around the corner, she saw the girl walking. She didn’t seem aware that she was being followed. Jaime entered the alleyway, hoping the girl couldn’t hear the clock of her high heels. She stayed as far back as she dared, any further and she ran the risk of losing her.

They turned down another alleyway, and the girl stopped in front of a metal door. She looked up at a camera mounted on the wall, waved. The door opened and a mountain of a man opened the door. She grinned at him, gave him a hug, then went inside.

Intrigued, Jaime wondered who the man was. Probably not a relative, the mountain as pasty white as the girl was dark. And why had the girl come here? It appeared to be the loading dock of a warehouse or maybe a grocery store. She had disappeared into the service door near the huge roll-up doors.

Frowning, she realized she had more questions now than she had had before, knew even less about the girl in the white stockings. Frustrated, she realized her super spy moment had been a waste of time.

She was turning to leave when the Mountain appeared at the door again. In a gravelly voice, he called, “You there. Come out where I can see you?

Her heart starting racing and she felt adrenaline flood her bloodstream. The giant of a human being was talking to her. She had been busted.

“Don’t make me follow you. I hate to run. I won’t be nice to you if you make me run,” he yelled, making Jaime cringe in fear, “So do us a favor and show yourself.”

She took a deep breath and stepped out in the open. He came over to her, loomed menacingly over her. Her bladder felt in real danger of letting go, she was so scared. She realized she was alone in the alley with the behemoth. Worse, she doubted her scream would reach the street. No help was coming if he got violent.

“Why were you following the girl,” he said, his eyes hard as he glared at her.

“I- I…” she stammered, realized she didn’t have a good reason. She doubted he would understand or appreciate her compulsion on the bus.

“Yes, you,” he said, leaning even closer, “Why are you following the girl?”

“Tank,” someone said and he looked at over his shoulder. Jaime saw the black girl standing in the doorway.

“Go back inside,” he said, his face softening as he looked her and he smiled. The transformation was so complete that it made Jaime blink in surprise. The tenderness in his eyes was so out of sorts with the image of restrained violence she had of him. He turned back to her and there was the controlled rage she had seen before, “I’ll take care of her.”

“It’s okay, Tank,” the girl said, walking over to them, “I’ll take her inside. She’s okay.”

“Are you sure,” he said, glaring at Jaime, “I caught her following you.”

“Trust me,” the girl said, giving Jaime a smile, “she is harmless. Just another customer.”

Customer, Jaime thought, frowning, customer of what?

The girl offered her hand, said, “Come on. I’ll take you inside. Unless you want to hang out with Tank some more.”

Jaime glanced at Tank, then took the girl’s hand. She found herself being led to the building. Tank had to let them in and he glared at her the whole time. She wanted to hide behind the girl, who didn’t seem put off by the giant.

Inside, she saw it was indeed a grocery store. She looked around, feeling like she was missing something.

“It is a grocery store,” the girl said, maybe reading her mind, “but we aren’t going shopping.”

“Um, thanks for saving me,” she said.

“I AM right, right,” she said, stopping to look at Jaime, “You aren’t going to be a problem for the girls?”

“Girls,” Jaime asked, frowning.

“Tell me you are harmless,” she said, her brown eyes intent on Jaime’s.

“I’m sorry I followed you,” she said, then, “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do, but you didn’t answer my question,” she said.

“I’m harmless. Just show me the exit and you’ll never have to worry about me, again.”

“The exit? Is that where you really want to go? I figured if you were following me, you were looking for something a little different.”

“I don’t understand,” she said, frowning.

The girl tilted her head questioningly as she looked at Jaime. Finally, a hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she said, “You really don’t know, then?”

“Know what,” she asked.

“Pure dumb luck, then,” she said, laughing, “Come on. I’ll show you.”

Jaime let the girl lead her to a room marked OFFICE. She knocked on the door and Jaime wondered whose office it was.

“This is the main entrance,” she said, looking over her shoulder at Jaime, “The back is reserved for the girls.”

“You’ve mentioned girls twice now,” Jaime said.

“You’ll see,” she said, a playful smile on her face.

The door opened and a stunningly beautiful brunette in a business suit opened the door. Her eyes widened when she saw the girl and she said, “Eliza. What are you doing out here?”

“I brought you a new one,” Eliza said, nodding at Jaime, “she is fresh as driven snow, so be gentle with her.”

The woman looked her up and down, seemed intrigued by the business woman attire and briefcase. She glanced at Eliza and said, “Is she your lawyer?”

Laughing, the girl said, “Do you think I need a lawyer?”

“Hmm…,” she said, looking at Jaime, “We don’t get many women here. Come on in.”

Jaime glanced at the girl, still trying to figure out what was happening. The girl smiled at her and said, “Let Haley get you checked out. I’ll see you later.”

The girl turned and walked away and she was alone with Haley. They went into the office and Hailey pulled a chair out for her before going around the desk and sitting down.

“Before we begin,” she said, booting up her computer, “some ground rules. No recording devices. Cameras, phones, etc. These get collected at the door and returned when you leave. I usually tell the customers to behave like gentlemen but I guess it would be a lady, in your case. Show some respect.”

“Listen, I really don’t have a clue what is going on here,” Jaime said.

The woman blinked at her then, grinned, “Really?”

“No.”

“Eliza wasn’t kidding about you being as fresh as driven snow,” Haley said, then grinned, “I could tell you what is at the bottom of the stairs but I think it might be a nice surprise for you. I think I’ll let you find out for yourself.”

“Can’t you just tell me,” she said, looking around.

“Where is the fun in that,” she said, grinning, “Alright, all I need now is your social security number.”

“My social security number?”

“I need it so I can run a background check on you,” she said.

“Why do I need a background check?”

“So I know you aren’t a cop,” she said, her eyes flashing at Jaime, “I’d guess you were a lawyer or an accountant, but you can never be too careful.”

Her head spinning, she wondered about that line. Was there something illegal going on here? Was that the reason for all the subterfuge? Back entrances, giant door guards? Background checks.

“I see you are freaking out,” Haley said, smiling reassuringly at her, “You want this. Don’t throw away the opportunity now that you are so close.”

“This doesn’t seem legal,” she said.

“Oh, it isn’t. It is about as illegal as it comes,” she said, then laughed, “Don’t let that stop you, though.”

Something about the woman’s words intrigued her, more than piqued her interest. Hoping she wouldn’t regret it, she rambled of her social security number. The woman smiled at her, then entered the number. She drummed her fingers on the desk while the computer worked, then she leaned forward.

“Alright, Jaime Glossen, Consultant for Hamilton and Hamilton Investments,” she said, smiling, “welcome to Cuarto de la Nina.”

“What,” Jaime said, blinking.

“I don’t know what it means, either,” she said, getting up. Jaime couldn’t help but admire the way the skirt clung to her beautiful backside. She went to one wall, pulled a book from the book case and pressing something behind it. A section of the bookcase swung inward and the woman said, “the owner is Hispanic and the name is in Spanish.”

Jaime stared at the the gap in the bookcase, her mind spinning. Haley smiled at her, made a flourish indicating the door.

“Have fun,” she said, smiling a knowing smile, “I know you will.”

Her legs were a little wobbly when she got up and approached the hidden door. She glanced at

Hailey and the woman nodded. Hesitantly, she stepped through the gap and the bookcase was closed behind her. She found stairs leading down. With the door closed, down was her only option, so she descended them.

The first strains of music came to her about halfway down. Curious, she hurried down the stairs and came to another door. Taking a deep breath, she opened it. She blinked in surprise, not exactly sure what she expected but this wasn’t it.

Just beyond the door appeared to be a bar, or a strip club to be more exact. She’d seen enough of them in movies to recognize it for what it was. A bar occupied one wall and her mouth started watering at the sight of all the bottles of alcohol. There were tables on the floor and stools ringing the massive stage that took up the center of the place. Curious curtained booths lined another wall and she wasn’t sure exactly what they were for.

After all, this was her first time at a strip club.

The place was packed, the tables and stools around the stage all taken. Men from all walks of life and creeds were laughing and drinking, looking excitedly at the stage. A few of them noticed her, their eyes widening in surprise. A quick scan of the room confirmed the only other woman was the bartender. She blushed, realized she stood out like a sore thumb.

Surprise gave way to acceptance and one raised his glass to her. It was a curious thing, being accepted in a place like this. She didn’t know what to make of it, but she smiled at him. He smiled back and said,”Get a drink, my fair lady. The show should be starting any minute.”

She glanced at the bar and the bottles of alcohol called to her, like sirens to sailors of old, luring them to crash on the rocks. She grimaced, thinking about her own crash, the one that ended up with a suspended license and a DUI conviction. She hadn’t drank since that night, but the only seats available were at the bar. Knowing it was a bad idea, she pulled up one of the stools.

“Well, this is new,” the bartender said, smiling at Jaime, “what will it be?”

“Jack and Coke,” she said, meaning just to say Coke. She started to correct the order, but the woman was gone to get her drink. Her mouth started watering when it was placed in front of her and the first sip like slipping into a favorite sweater. Or a hug from an old friend, which was pretty accurate. Alcohol has been a companion of hers for a long time.

The lights in the place dimmed and the colored strobes on the stage started flashing and whirling. Her eyes were drawn to the stage, curious about what she was about to see. She had a hunch, but it seemed too good to be true. It was one of those fantasies her mind would conjure up when she had her hand in her panties.

“Gentlemen,” a voice came from the pa speakers around the place, “and apparently one lady, let me welcome you to another night at the Cuarto de la Nina. Be sure to be nice to our bartender and keep those dollars coming. Our first performer tonight is a crowd favorite, so put your hands together for Min!”

The crowd went wild, cheering and clapping, a few cat calls piercing the cacaphony. The curtains parted and an adorable asian girl sauntered onto the stage. Jaime choked on her drink, coughing and gagging as the alcohol ended up in her lungs instead of her stomach, but her eyes never left the stage. She was maybe thirteen, her glossy black hair falling nearly to her backside.

“Holy shit,” Jaime said, her eyes wide.

The outfit she wore was more appropriate for a stripper than a little girl; a short skirt that barely covered her backside and left her long legs bare; black knee boots and an impossibly small bikini top. Then music started blaring from the speakers and she started dancing and Jaime realized the outfit was more appropriate than she had thought.

Watching the girl gyrate her hips and shake her ass at the crowd of rapt men, she realized her little fantasy was coming true. This really was an underage strip club.

Suddenly, she needed her drink more than ever.

Min untied her top and it was sent sailing into the crowd of adorers. Her breasts were small, little more than puffy nipples, but Jaime couldn’t take her eyes off of them as she danced. She felt a pleasant warmth spread through her body as she drank in the girl on the stage. Feeling a bit more dizzy than the couple of swallows of alcohol could account for, she realized she was almost giddy with excitement.

The attraction for little girls she had kept in check was in full swing now, her pulse racing as Min worked the zipper on her skirt. The thing hadn’t covered much to start with and then it was gone, revealing the eye patch the girl was trying to pass off as a thong. She twirled and Jaime saw the string disappear between her pale buttocks. Gaping at the very inappropriate underwear, she needed another sip of her drink.

The throbbing of the music was vibrating her chair, not doing anything for her growing arousal. The sigh that slipped from her told her just how excited she was.

Min hooked her thumbs in the panties, worked one side down to show her hip, then the other. Jaime figured it was all a tease, that she’d never actually take them off. Min did just that, raked them down her long legs without bending them, her adorable ass in the air and the hairless folds of her girlhood there for Jaime to see. The panties were tossed aside and the money really started hitting the stage.

The girl started working the guys at the stage, dancing right in their faces. It was so wrong, the sheer sexiness of the girl’s gyrations. Jaime couldn’t look away, hypnotized by the sway of her hips.

She blinked in surprise when the song ended and the lights came up. Min made a lap around the stage, blowing kisses to the cheering throng and collecting her money. Jaime watched, fascinated by the whole scene.

“Another drink,” the bartender asked, making her gasp. She whirled around, saw the amused look on her face, then looked at her empty glass. She couldn’t remember finishing it. Passing the glass to her, she nodded.

“Sorry,” she husked.

“It’s okay. Min has that effect on our customers,” she said, giving Jaime an appraising look, “although you aren’t our usual demographic.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“Here is your drink,” she said, putting it in front of Jaime, “might want to sip this one.”

“I thought I was sipping the last one,” she said, surprised. She hadn’t meant to say it.

The woman laughed and said, “You finished it in three or four drinks.”

“I’m a bit of an alcoholic,” she said, again blinking at what she was sharing.

“A woman of many vices, it would seem,” she said, her smile not malicious.

“Getting more by the minute,” she said, glancing at the stage.

“I’ll open you a tab,” the bartender said, smiling, “Jaime, isn’t it?”

“How did you know my name,” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Hailey whispers in my ear,” she said, showing her the earpiece, “You’ll find this is a judgement free zone. We love our customers, count most of them as friends.”

“Yeah,” Jaime asked, surprised she didn’t find that hard to believe. She remember the guy who had raised his glass to her. For the second time, she felt like she’d been welcomed into a club, a pretty exclusive club, she’d guess. This time, it made her smile. This was her club now.

The lights dimmed again and the announcer said, “Our next dancer is another crowd favorite. Please put your hands together for the lovely Eliza.”

Jaime’s eyes widened, recognizing the girl from the bus’s name. She turned on her stool in time to see the girl appear on stage. She moved with such grace, her head up and proud. Jaime thought she looked like a lioness on the prowl. Like Min, her outfit was straight out of a stripper supply magazine; ridiculously tall heels, the white stockings she had found so irresistible on the bus, white hot pants, and a sparkly white bra.

Her heart knocked in her chest as she stared at the girl. She couldn’t believe this was happening, that she was about to see the girl who has been plaguing her dreams the last couple of days dance. She remembered her dream, the naked girl approaching her bed, wearing only white stockings. Now, she’d get to see how good her imagination really was.

When the music started and Eliza started dancing, Jaime couldn’t look away. Min’s dance had been erotic, flashy but Eliza’s… She had the poise of a real dancer, her moves crisp and practiced. There was still gyrating hips and pelvic thrusts, ass shaking and slow teasing touches, but there were hints of ballet in her dance, as well. She couldn’t exactly say why, but Jaime thought she had had some training.

Jaime felt a flush of excitement as clothing began to come off. The sparkly top went first, Eliza’s small, proud breasts jiggling as she danced. A rowdy cry went up as the top was flung aside and the girl grinned. She got down on her hands and knees, rubbed her budding breasts in some lucky guys face. Smiling, she took the money he offered her with a shaking hand.

The girl worked the stage, then spotted her sitting at the bar. Smiling, she met Jaime’s eyes and hooked her fingers in the hot pants. Not breaking eye contact, she raked them down her long legs and stepped out of them. Kicking them up to herself, she threw them to Jaime, who caught them out of the air. The crowd cat called and clapped when they saw who got them. Her face felt hot, with embarrassment or excitement, she wasn’t sure. Probably, both.

Eliza was naked save for the stockings and strippers heels and it was almost a replay of her dream. Jaime loved the way she looked, found her even more appealing in real life than she had in her dream. She was lithe and lean, had the tight body of a dancer, which Jaime suspected she was. Her long legs looked so lovely sheathed in white nylon, which contrasted with her deep brown thighs; the soft, smooth folds of her girlhood; flat, defined belly; small, breasts, upswept and proud; a round, perky backside. She had such lovely skin, the color of rich coffee with just a splash of cream.

She was perfect in every way, or at least that was Jaime’s opinion.

Seeing the naked girl dance, the erotic sway of her body, the thrust of her hips, her hands on her own body… It was something she’d never forget. It had been burned into her mind, would surely find a home amongst her favorite fantasies.

The song ended and Eliza made a sweep of the stage, blowing kisses and bowing to the cheering crowd, then gathered her money. She had a giant wad of bills in her hand as she walked off stage. Even if they were all ones, she thought the girl had made more money in five minutes, than she would make in a day.

She is worth every penny, she thought, turning back to the bar. Her glass was full, untouched. At least she hadn’t drank it in three gulps this time.

“I took the liberty of refilling it for you,” the bartender said, smiling.

“So I did down it,” she said, frowning, “I don’t remember drinking it.”

“This place can do that to you,” she said, laughing.

“Do me a favor,” she said, shaking her head, “Could you pace me? I don’t seem to be able myself?”

“Very responsible of you,” she said, nodding.

“Thank you.”

Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to find the asian girl smiling at her. No longer naked but wrapped in a short silk robe, she still looked so lovely. She scrambled to remember her name as she smiled back at her. It was Min, she was almost certain.

“So there really is a woman in the crowd tonight,” Min said, holding out her hand, “I’m Min.”

“Jaime,” she said, shaking her hand.

“It is nice to meet you, Jaime,” she said, leaning her body against Jaime, “Welcome to Cuarto de la Nina.”

“Thank you, Min,” she said, smiling.

“Would you like a lap dance,” the girl said, nodding toward the curtained booths.

“Well, I…,” she stammered, the thought of letting this lovely little girl lead her to one of those booths and rub her body all over her was almost too much to bare. Heat flushed her lower abdomen and her nipples strained against her cotton blouse.

“Sorry, Min,” Eliza said, smiling as she approached, “She’s all mine.”

“Ah, Eliza,” Min said, with a playful pout, “you have all the fun.”

“I’m sure she’ll be around for a while. You’ll have your fun,” Eliza said.

“The offer of a lap dance still stands,” Min said, then turned and walked away.

“Lap dances are twenty-five per song,” Eliza said.

“I don’t have any cash on me,” Jaime said, wishing she had closed out her account.

“No problem,” she said, then motioned the bartender over, “put a hundred on her tab for me, Annie.”

“We usually don’t do that for new faces,” Annie said.

“She is good for it,” Eliza said, looking at Jaime, who nodded.

“If she isn’t,” she said, pointing at Eliza, “you better be.”

She grinned at the bartender, who smiled back at her.

Taking her hand, Eliza led her through the crowd to one of the booths. Once they were inside, Jaime saw a padded chair, sat down. Eliza closed the curtains, then turned to her. She favored Jaime with a curious smile.

“I’ve felt you looking at me on the bus,” she said, undoing her robe but not opening it, “then you followed me today.”

“Yeah,” Jaime said, her face hot with embarrassment.

The girl opened her robe, slipped out of it. Naked, she sat on Jaime’s lap, put her arm around her neck and asked, “I’m used to guys staring at me, but you are the first woman.”

“I’m sure other women are looking, too,” Jaime said, then wanted to groan at the inane comment. It was hard to be witty or clever when her pulse was pounding in her temples and she was so hot down there it was almost painful.

“You think so,” she said, grinning playfully.

“You are so beautiful,” she blurted, blushing a deep red.

The girl smiled, said, “It is kind of nice to be called beautiful. Most customers say I’m sexy or hot or some other inappropriate thing to say to a thirteen year old. I like beautiful.”

She began to roll her hips, rubbing her backside against Jaime’s very tender lower abdomen. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

“What is your name,” Eliza asked.

“Jaime,” she said, her voice a little funny. The girl had to notice, had to know she was incredibly turned on by the feel of her warm body rubbing against her.

“It is nice to finally meet you, Jaime.”

“You, too,” she said, a moan slipping past her lips before she could corral it. The girl heard it, saw her red face and laughed.

“It’s fine. If you weren’t excited, I wouldn’t be doing my job,” she said.

“It’s just… I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“No?”

“I-I… I like young girls, love the way they look, but I’ve never actually done anything about it.”

“Until now,” Eliza said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Until now,” she said, her words a breathy sigh.

“You are my first, too,” Eliza said, then added, “Woman, anyway.”

That statement didn’t do anything for her growing excitement and she couldn’t bite back another moan. The slow roll of the girl’s hips was maddening, plus she could feel the chair vibrating from the pulsing music. The two sensations were melding into one delicious torture. The more she tried to rein in her excitement, the more aroused she became.

“Why did you follow me today,” Eliza asked, getting off Jaime’s lap. She leaned in and pushed her breasts into Jaime’s face. Crawling onto the chair, she straddled Jaime’s thighs, her girlhood right in Jaime’s face. She rubbed her stomach against her face, then sat back down on her lap. Her limpid brown eyes were intent on Jaime as she started grinding against her, again.

“I don’t know,” she said, finding it hard to think with the girl in her lap. She had a death grip on the armrests of the chair, so she wouldn’t start touching the girl. She was so close, her beautiful body right there. She ached to explore it with her hands, couldn’t.

“Just a hobby, following random girls,” Eliza teased, laughing.

Laughing, Jaime said, “No. Not a hobby.”

“Then why?”

She looked at the girl a long moment, then said, “You sat across from me a few days ago. When you crossed your legs, I saw you were wearing stockings. The stockings with the school uniform… And you being so young… It intrigued me. I couldn’t focus at work. The stockings were all I could think about. Even had a few dreams about you.”

“What kind of dreams,” she asked, then laughed when Jaime blushed, “Oh, those kinds.”

“Then today, you sat across from me, again. I saw you were wearing stockings, again. Again, it intrigued me and I just had to know why this pretty young girl was wearing such inappropriate lingerie under her school uniform.”

“So you followed me to find out why,” she said, leaning forward so her breasts were in Jaime’s face, again. Her hips continued to gyrate against her, the feel of the girl’s body grinding against her driving her wild. She moaned against her breasts, couldn’t help it.

“Yeah,” she said, then laughed, “and found more than I bargained for.”

Eliza grinned at that line, said, “I bet you did.”

In a show of flexibility, Eliza leaned back and put her leg on Jaime’s shoulder, rubbed the calf against her cheek. She said, “Do you still find the stockings intriguing?”

“Very much so,” she husked.

Laughing, the girl took her hand from the armrest and put it on her calf, just above the ankle. Jaime had to remind herself to breath, feeling the silky nylon under her fingers. The girl gave her a playful grin and moved the hand up her leg, past her knee. She left it on the thigh, continued undulate her hips against Jaime. She was afraid to move it, didn’t know the etiquette for lap dances. Was it an invitation to touch her further or not?

She couldn’t just keep it on her thigh, try as she might. It wanted to wander, to explore the girl and it had a mind of its own. She looked down as it slipped back down to her calf, then back up her leg to her thigh. The feel of the muscles working under the nylon was so sexy that she found herself even more turned on, something she didn’t know was possible. The hand didn’t stop at the top of the stocking, continued onto the warm skin of her upper thigh, then her hip. Her body was soft and smooth, made her heart pound in her chest as she lightly caress the hollow of her hip bone.

“You have a very gentle touch,” the girl said, sighing.

“Is this okay,” Jaime asked, letting her hand find her sexy belly.

“Just remember what Haley said and you’ll be okay,” the girl said, taking her other hand and putting it on her other hip, “Act like a gentleman… Well, Lady, and the girls will chose you for a lap dance or special attention.”

“She mentioned it,” Jaime said, smiling, “I’m not sure what that means in this situation, though.”

“You are doing fine,” the girl said, laughing.

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” she said, looking at her hands on the girl’s flank.

“Better get used to it,” the girl said, grinning, “It’ll probably be happening a lot.”

“Why do you say that,” she asked.

“It comes down to the girl’s choice. No one makes us do this part of the job. Most nights, I don’t, to be honest. I found you… Intriguing. So I made an exception.”

“Okay,” Jaime said, getting a little thrill the girl had chosen her.

“The girls swap stories, talk about who is a good customer and who is a real creep. If the girls ask, I’m going to tell them the truth, that you are an easy customer. I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t have all the girls hanging on you.”

The thought made her shiver and Eliza laughed when she saw it, “Ah, did that excite you then?”

“Hey, I already admitted I was messed up,” she said, blushing.

Eliza only grinned at her.

The song ended and the announcer introduced another dancer. Jaime wasn’t sure but she thought this was her third song, the second to last she’d paid for.

“What do you do, Jaime,” Eliza said, pulling her leg down from Jaime’s shoulder. The girl urged her to open her legs a little so she was sitting lower in her lap. When she rolled her hips forward this time, Jaime couldn’t hold in a moan. The girl’s body was rubbing right against her tender clit, whether by design or a happy accident, she didn’t know. She was leaning towards the former, the girl having changed her position.

“I’m an investment broker,” she said around a moan.

“So you take other people’s money and invest it to make them more money,” she said.

“Yeah,” Jaime said, feeling her own hips begin to move. She couldn’t stop meeting the girl, thrust for counter-thrust. Surely the girl must know what she was doing to her, had to realized she was getting off on this.

“What, for a commission,” she asked around a sigh.

“Yeah,” Jaime said, finding it difficult to hold a conversation with the girl grinding against her.

“Are you any good,” the girl asked and for the first time, Jaime realized this wasn’t just idle chitchat.

“Pretty good,” she moaned, then said, “my clients never complain.”

“I’d like to talk to you about this sometime,” the girl said, moaning. Jaime’s eyes widened, realizing the girl was enjoying this at least a little. That moan had been real enough. The girl looked at her, biting her lower lip, “but not now.”

Jaime was happy not to have to explain investment paths right now. All she wanted to focus on was the girl’s body grinding against hers. She didn’t even try to pretend she wasn’t aroused by what Eliza was doing to her, couldn’t have held her moans in if she had to. The girl only smiled and continued to rub against her.

“Do you like this,” the girl asked, her voice thick, giving away her own excitement.

“Yeah,” Jaime said, then sighed, “you better stop before it gets out of hand.”

“Do you really want me to stop,” the girl asked.

“It is the last thing I want,” she moaned, her fingers tightening on the girl’s hips, “but I think we need to.”

The girl said, “It is okay to cum. Most customers do.”

“What,” Jaime said, startled to hear a little girl say such a thing.

Laughing, she said, “Come on now. I have no illusions about this place. I know what it is. You can’t dance on that stage without knowing what those eyes on you mean.”

“Eliza, I-”

“Don’t give me some hollow sympathy,” she said, her eyes flashing at Jaime, “that is worse than the dirty talk. At least, that is honest.”

Jaime couldn’t speak, stunned by the words coming out of the girl.

“So be honest with me and yourself,” the girl said, her hips rolling forward faster, “and cum.”

She wanted to tell the girl to stop but she couldn’t. The girl was right. If she was really, truly honest with herself, she didn’t want to stop. She might be sorry for the things the girl has had to do but she didn’t want the girl to stop rubbing her sex against her own. Her fingers tightened on the girl’s hips and she pulled the girl against her.

She couldn’t stop making these sharp sounds of excitement. She put one hand to her mouth to quiet them but Eliza pulled her hand away, fixed her with her eyes until she returned it to her hip. Jaime blushed, thinking that her little cries had to be loud enough to be heard by the nearest tables. Would their eyes be knowing, judging when she walked out of here?

Eliza’s breathing had changed and soft moans were dripping from her slack mouth. Whether she meant to or not, she was making herself excited while trying to force Jaime to orgasm. Every time their bodies met, she’d moan and sigh.

Her dark nipples were turgid with blood, jutted skyward. Jaime liked the way her small breasts jiggled as she gyrated her hips. She wanted to cup them, to knead them but she didn’t. Eliza caught her looking and pulled her hands from her hips and put them on her breasts. Probably to further excite her, but it backfired. Jaime teased her nipples until the girl arched her back and groaned. She didn’t let up, made the girl groan again and again.

Listening to her, Jaime realized the girl might come, if she didn’t soon. She slowed her breathing, tried not to focus on the girl’s body in her lap. It worked to some extent and she backed away from the edge of release. The girl had worked herself into a state, trying to get Jaime to orgasm. She was biting her lip to stifle her own cries of enjoyment, her head lolled back loosely on her neck, her hair tickling Jaime’s thighs.

The girl’s body lost all grace and her head snapped up as she realized something was happening. Jaime felt the girl go stiff in her lap, heard her cry out in ecstasy as her body went crazy, then she stopped holding back. She climaxed hard, shook with the girl.

Eliza looked at her, her limpid brown eyes wide. She was gasping for breath, her lithe body glistening with sweat from her efforts. She looked a little dazed and Jaime had to smile. The girl saw the smile, gave her a look.

“You did that on purpose,” she said, breathlessly, “waited until I came before you did.”

“It is the lady-like thing to do,” she said, smiling, “give and get.”

“Huh,” the girl said, shaking her head, “never had a customer worried about me before.”

“Did I violate some code,” she said, amused.

“Probably,” the girl said, laughing.

“Well, I’m not sorry.”

“I probably should be,” the girl said, sighing, “I said some rude things, which probably aren’t true of you.”

“I’m not a saint,” Jaime admitted, then laughed, “I won’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy what just happened. I loved it, will never forget it. That doesn’t mean I can’t feel for you, too. The sympathy isn’t hollow.”

Eliza looked at her a long moment, then nodded, “I know.”

“I know we don’t know each other, but if there is anything I can do…,” Jaime said, a little surprised to hear herself make the offer. It wasn’t just hollow words.

“Yeah,” the girl asked, her eyes intent on Jaime’s.

“Yeah,” she said, then smiled, “assuming it is something within my power to do.”

“Maybe there is,” the girl said, getting off her lap. Her legs were a little unsteady and she laughed, “It is going to be hard to dance like this. Wait for me at the bar. I need to go get ready for my next dance.”

“Okay,” Jaime said, straightening her suit as best as she could. Her shirt had come untucked, the skirt pulled down on one side. She was a wrinkled mess and she smelled like sex, her panties sopping wet. It would be a walk of shame to the bar, for sure.

The girl wrapped up in her robe, then disappeared from the booth. She took a deep breath to gather herself, then stepped out into the bar. No one seemed to pay her any mind, for which she was glad. On wobbly legs she went to the bar, sat on one of the stools. The bartender walked over and blinked at her, gave her a knowing smile. Jaime blushed and gave her a sheepish grin, shrugging.

“Need a cigarette,” Annie asked.

“A drink would be nice,” she said, laughing.

“Coming up,” she said, walking away.

She watched the next two girls dance, giving them only half of her attention. She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened in the booth. It had stopped being a simple lap dance by the beginning of the third song. She’d just had sex with a thirteen year old girl. Her mind kept teasing her with images of Eliza’s tight body writhing against her own, the sounds of her excited moans. She was becoming aroused, again.

The throbbing music wasn’t helping matters, her stool vibrating against her thighs and backside. It sent shivers through her body. Nor did the blonde girl on the stage. She couldn’t be older than ten, her body still straight lines and boyish. Her dance was more playful than Min’s and Eliza’s and the crowd was laughing along with the naked girl. Jaime found her dance more cute than erotic, but still liked how her skinny body with its knobby knees and puffy nipples looked.

She tried to be ashamed by the thought of getting a lap dance like the one Eliza had just given her from the slight girl but it just made her flush with excitement.

Her dance ended and the girl curtseyed at the applause that went up, a big grin on her adorable face. She collected her money then ran to the curtain, pausing to blow kisses over her shoulder before disappearing through it. It made Jaime smile, it was so sweet.

Turning back to the bar, she motioned Annie over, “Can I have one more, then cut me off?”

“Driving?”

“Not until I get my license back,” she said, smiling.

“Then why the cut off,” Annie asked, polishing a glass, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I have plans for later,” she said.

“Plans, huh,” Annie said, giving her a knowing look, “do these plans involve a certain little girl?”

“I thought you weren’t going to judge,” Jaime said.

“Oh, I don’t judge but Eliza is my friend,” Annie said, her voice low so only Jaime could hear, “and I’m very protective of my friends.”

“Good,” Jaime said, smiling at her, “I don’t know what the girl’s story is but I think she needs a friend like you.”

The bartender gave her a weighing look, then returned the smile, “I think you mean that.”

“I’m a financial adviser. Eliza seemed interested when she found out what I do for a living. For all I know all she wants to talk about is whether to invest in stocks or bonds.”

“And if she is interested in something else?”

Jaime met her eyes, held them as she said, “I’m not going to hurt her, Annie.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said, smiling, “You’ve met Tank, right?”

“Yeah,” she said, laughing, “a very intimidating fellow.”

“Ah, he is a pussy cat as long as you don’t mess with his girls,” Annie said.

Jaime smiled and said, “I get the message, Annie.”

“Good, then this drink is on me,” she said, placing the glass in front of Jaime.

The lights dimmed and the announcer said, “Lady and gentlemen, welcome back to the stage the lovely Eliza.”

Jaime turned to watch the girl walk out on the stage. She blinked in surprise to see her in a different outfit. It had never occurred to her that the girls would change costumes between dances. She wore a white bustier that clung to her young body like it had been made for her; an itty bitty thong that matched the top; white stockings held up with garter straps; and a different pair of impossibly high heels. A simple lace choker around her neck finished off the outfit.

She couldn’t believe such an outfit could fit a thirteen year old girl but it looked stunning on her. The crowd seemed to agree, giving her the loudest applause, yet. She smiled at the crowd, waited for her song to start. Her eyes found Jaime at the bar and she acknowledged her with a slight nod of her head. Jaime smiled.

The music started and Jaime watched raptly as she began to walk around the stage like model, one leg crossing in front of the other. Again, Jaime was reminded of a proud jungle cat, the girl moved with such grace. Coming to the center of the stage, she paused, hip shot to look around the room. The crowd went crazy, eating up the show.

Slowly she began to dance, very sensual and almost lazy in her moves. The gyrations of her hips drew the eye and Jaime found herself hypnotized by them. As she continued her slow dance, she popped the catches on her garters, never missing a step. The bustier was shucked up, then off. She dropped it to the stage, as she covered her small breasts with her arm. A true striptease, she’d show a little, then cover it up, show a little more, then cover it. Finally, in a flourish, she threw her hands up, revealing her beautiful young body.

Again, the crowd went crazy and Jaime clapped right along with them. This dance was much different than the last, very erotic instead of slutty. Again the word sensual popped into her head.

She teased the crowd some more, pulling one side of her thong down, then the other but not enough to show anything. She had everyone eating out of her hand, everyone leaning forward in rapt attention. She had Jaime on the hook right along with the rest of them.

Turning her back on the crowd, she worked the panty down her thighs, letting it pool at her feet. Stepping out of it, she turned back around, her hand blocking her girlhood from view. She danced like that a moment, let the crowd stew in anticipation, then let the hand slide up her flank and onto her breast.

The crowd went nuts, money flying at the stage. Eliza worked the people sitting at the stage, squatting low to dance right in front of them. Jaime was jealous of those lucky few who had seats. Still, there really wasn’t a bad seat in the house.

The song ended and Eliza stood up and took a bow, blew kisses to the crowd. The applause was rowdy and went on until she had collected her money and left the stage.

Ten minutes later, the girl came out and approached Jaime. She’d changed into jeans and a sweater, but still wore the choker. Jaime thought she looked sexy in it, hoped she wouldn’t notice and take it off.

“That was amazing,” Jaime said, smiling at the girl.

“Thanks,” she said, grinning, “I’ve trying for weeks to work up the courage to do that dance. I was so scared no one would like it.”

“They loved it,” she said, grinning, “I loved it. Where on earth did you get that bustier?”

“I made it,” she said, almost giddy, “It looked great, right?”

“Stunning,” she said, then, “You really made it?”

“Most of the girls make their own costumes. There is a shortage of sexy clothes for girls our age,” she said.

“Well, you looked amazing. You dance was amazing,” she said, smiling, “You had us eating out of your hand.”

“Us,” she asked, a playful smile on her face.

“Me, included,” she said, laughing.

“Speaking of eating, I’m starving. Would you like to get some late dinner with me?”

Jaime’s heart skipped a beat and she said, “I’d love to.”

“Okay,” the girl said, almost shyly, “Come on. I’ll take you out the back. I’m not supposed to be up here dressed like this.”

“Why,” she said, laughing, “You look nice. I especially like the choker.”

The girl reached up and touched it, rolled her eyes, “I forgot about it.”

“I figured,” she said.

The girl gave her a look, asked, “Do you really like it?”

“I do.”

“Then I’ll leave it on,” she said, smiling, “Come on.”

Again, her heart skipped a beat. Maybe the girl really did want something more than financial advice from her. She took the girl’s hand when she offered it and let herself be led through behind stage. Eliza left her outside the dressing room while she grabbed her backpack, then they left by the way they came in. Tank gave her a look, his eyes a little softer now. He even nodded a hello.

They walked through the alley’s to the street, then Eliza said, “I know this little all night diner three blocks up. They have wonderful apple pie.”

“Okay,” Jaime said, trusting the girl to get them there. After spending hours in the flashing lights and throbbing music of the Cuarto de la Nina, it almost seemed surreal to be out in the cool, quiet night.

“I need to save for college,” Eliza said, without preamble.

“Okay,” Jaime said.

“I have some money put back but I think I’d be better off finding a way for my money to make money,” she said, then glanced at Jaime, “does that make sense?”

“A lot of sense,” she said, smiling at the girl, “Most adults aren’t that forward thinking.”

“Well, I have a deadline,” she said, looking away, “I need to have enough saved for college before I’m sixteen.”

“Why sixteen,” she asked, frowning.

“That is the cut off age for dancing at the Cuarto,” she said, laughing, “I guess I’d be too old for the customer base by then.”

“Oh,” she said.

“Annie offered to show me how to bartend, said I could help her on the weekends,” she said, shrugging, “or, I could fake a parent’s consent form and get a real job. You know, ‘Welcome to Burger King, can I take your order?’ I don’t know if I can work for eight something an hour though. I only danced twice tonight and made three hundred dollars, four counting what you owe me.”

“Really,” Jaime said, her eyes wide, “That much.”

“Yeah,” the girl said, giving her a playful smile, “What, you don’t think I’m worth it?”

“Oh, you are worth every penny,” she said, laughing, “I’m just thinking I’m in the wrong business.”

“It’s never too late,” she said, laughing, “well, maybe for dancing at the Cuarto. Still, I think you’d do alright at a normal strip club.”

Laughing, she said, “You think I’d do okay at stripping, huh?”

“It is hard to say with the business suit but I think you have a nice body,” the girl said, then laughed when Jaime looked at her funny, “I mean that from a professional standpoint, of course.”

“Well, it is still a compliment and I’ll take them where I can get them,” she said, making the girl laugh, again.

“Anyway, how much do you think I’ll need for college,” the girl asked.

“Depends on your major, what school you go to,” she said, then looked at the girl, “I don’t suppose you’ve already started looking at schools.”

“No,” she said, smiling.

“I had to ask. You seem to have your life together better than most adults. I thought you might already have had a plan.”

“It is a work in progress,” she said, pleased by the compliment.

“We’ll set your goal at thirty thousand,” she said, then looked at her, “you are what, thirteen?”

“In a couple of weeks,” the girl said.

“So we have three years,” she said, nodding, “What kind of start-up money do you have to work with?”

“I have about twelve grand in my sock drawer,” she said, making Jaime blink in surprise.

“The first thing you need to do is get a savings account and get your money out of your sock drawer.”

“I tried,” she said, sighing, “Did you know you can’t get a savings account without a parent’s signature if you are my age?”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Jaime said, knowing all too well what a pain banks could be, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll figure out a way to get your money in a bank.”

“Yeah,” the girl asked, looking at Jaime, “so you are going to help me?”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling at her, “I don’t get many clients like you. Most of them are old men who are already rich and want to get richer. I’ve never helped a little girl go to college before.”

“It has nothing to do with what happened earlier,” she asked.

“Honestly, no,” she said, meeting the girl’s eyes, “If you walked in off the street with your story, I’d still want to help you.”

“You know, I think that is true,” Eliza said, smiling at her.

“Now what happened,” Jaime said, grinning, “It definitely didn’t hurt.”

“Oh God,” the girl said, laughing.

They had arrived at the diner, went in. They found a booth at the back, waited for the waitress to take their drink orders. The waitress smiled at Eliza, asked how she had been. They talked a few minutes before the woman departed to fill their order.

Eliza saw Jaime looking at her, shrugged, “So I come here a lot. The food is good and it is close to the Cuarto.”

“She seems to know a good bit about you,” Jaime said.

“Betty,” Eliza said, shrugging again, “She likes to mother me a little bit. Her own kids are out of the house now and she worries about me.”

Jaime looked at her a long moment, then said, “You get that a lot, don’t you? People wanting to protect you? Mother you?”

“I don’t know,” she said, uncomfortable, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“You know,” Jaime said, laughing, “Annie threatened to sic Tank on me if I mistreated you. And I bet Tank has a soft spot for you, too.”

“Can we talk about something else,” she said, then sighed, “Annie, Tank, even Hailey. They are like family. The only family I’ve got.”

“What happened? Why do you dance at the Cuarto?”

The girl gave her a sour look, said, “What about you? How did you end up there?”

Jaime sensed she’d struck a nerve, backed off. She suspected something bad had set her down the path that lead to the Cuarto

Looking at the girl, she sighed, “I was thirteen when I met Lana. Even then, I knew I was a lesbian, or at least suspected it. We became friends, then lovers. She was such a lovely girl, so beautiful.

“We were together for three years. How I loved her. It was the only true love I’ve known. My parents were distant, busy with work. I was raised by a series of nannies, who seemed to care but I could never be sure if it wasn’t just to earn a paycheck. But Lana, she loved me. I could see it in her eyes, the way she looked at me.

“She was sixteen, when she died,” Jaime said, feeling her throat tighten after all these years, “She was still so full of life, vibrant. It didn’t just break my heart, it crushed into tiny pieces.

“I read in the paper that the drunk driver who hit her was over three times the legal limit, should have been comatose not driving.”

The waitress brought their food and Jaime was glad for a moment to gather herself. Talking about Lana still hurt, still felt like a fresh wound.

“I cried for days after seeing her in the casket,” she said, fresh tears wanting to well in her eyes, “I had lost a part of me and it went down into the earth with Lana.”

“I’m sorry,” Eliza said, her own eyes glistening.

“You asked why I ended up at Cuarto,” she said, sighing, “and I assume you mean why do I like young girls? There is no easy answer. I didn’t just wake up one morning and say, ‘I think I’ll start liking girls today’. It was a process, a nice slippery slope that led me here, but I think it all started with Lana. She was so beautiful… I look for her in other people, compare them to her beauty.”

“And I look like her,” Eliza said.

Jaime snorted, then laughed. Shaking her head, she said, “Not even close. You couldn’t look less like her if you tried.”

“What, I just assumed-” the girl said.

“She was a feisty redhead, pale and fair,” she said, smiling, “You two are polar opposites.”

“Huh,” Eliza said, thinking.

“Don’t over think it,” Jaime said, laughing, “You are beautiful. Even a blind man would notice that. While you look nothing like Lana, you do have her spunkiness.”

Jaime wasn’t sure black people could blush, but she thought Eliza might have, then she looked away embarrassed. Still, she could see the faint smile on her face.

“You know the rest of how I ended up at the Cuarto,” she said, tasting her food for the first time. It was delicious.

Eliza looked at her a long moment, then shook her head and laughed, “Shit. Fine.”

“Fine,” Jaime asked.

“My dad,” Eliza said, looking down at her food, “had a gambling problem. It wasn’t fun for him but a compulsion. He took out a loan from some people you shouldn’t borrow money from.”

“Oh,” Jaime said, thinking she knew where this story was going.

“It’s not like that,” she said, looking up at Jaime, “he got himself into a program for gambling addiction, licked that habit. He was paying his debt down religiously, working extra shifts at the factory to make it go away. I was proud of him.”

Jaime saw the tears in her eyes, the pain, and took the girl’s hand. She blinked at it, then squeezed it She glanced up at Jaime, gave her a sad smile.

“The doctor said he had a massive heart attack, was dead before he even hit the ground,” Eliza said and she had to struggle with the tears that kept wanting to fall.

“I was put into an orphanage, had no family to take me,” she said, then sighed, “Those people who my dad owed money… They came to see me at the orphanage, told me his debt had been passed to me. They didn’t threaten me, didn’t have to. I knew them by reputation.

“I was offered a way to repay my debt- it was my debt now. It seemed Julio needed new dancers for his club, the Cuarto de la Nina. If I danced, I was told I could pay down the debt, plus they would put me up in one of their apartment buildings, rent free. I agreed, if nothing else, to get away from the orphanage. It was a craphole, run down and run by some less than scrupulous people. There were rumors of kids being molested, even murdered, but I wasn’t there long enough to find out.

“I share an apartment with two other girls,” Eliza said, then added, “both dancers at the Cuarto.”

“Anyway, I started dancing when I was eleven, worked hard to pay back the remainder of my father’s debt plus feed myself, put clothes on my back. Buy school supplies.

“I remember that first time,” she said, shaking her head, “I was so scared to go on stage. One of my roommates had loaned me some skimpy clothes to wear, basically an ace bandage of a top and a thong. I felt so naked, revealed standing there in so little. It only got worse because I had to take those off, too. I was so embarrassed, wanted to run off the stage crying. Only the thought of going back to the orphanage kept me from bolting.

“It got easier,” she said, smiling, “mostly because I got to know a lot of the regulars. Not exactly bad people, just have tastes that run true to yours. More than a couple, I call friends, be sure to say hello to if I see them in the crowd.

“Four months ago, I paid off my debt,” she said.

“Then why do still dance,” Jaime asked.

“The same reason I didn’t bolt from the stage that first night,” Eliza said, laughing, “I don’t want to go back to the orphanage. As long as I’m dancing, the apartment is mine to use. No rent. Free cable and internet. I love the girls I’m staying with now. I’ve seen the other option and I’d chose dancing any day.”

“Not a lot of options, then,” Jaime said, shaking her head sadly.

“Hey, don’t spill a tear because of me,” Eliza said, laughing, “My life isn’t all that bad, just different. I have people in my life I love and a job I’ve come to enjoy. I could do much worse.”

“I wish you could have met Lana,” Jaime said, smiling at the girl, “you two would have hit it off, I’m sure of it.”

As they ate, Jaime asked the girl questions, got to know her better. She learned the girl was in seventh grade at Pendleton Middle. She had to take three buses to get to the Cuarto de la Nina, which was why she wore her school uniform; she didn’t have time to go home and change. Jaime had been right, the girl was a dancer before she started stripping. She has been dancing since she was five, still took lessons on the weekends.

More surprising, she shared a good bit about herself, more than she expected to. The girl seemed interested in her work, what it was like growing up a lesbian, life with her parents and the string of nannies. Jaime had never told anyone half the things she told the girl.

The check came and Jaime picked it up, paid with her card. When the waitress walked away to run it, Jaime looked at the girl, “Do you want me to call you a cab? I don’t think the late bus comes anywhere near here.”

The girl tucked her hair behind her ear, said, “Would it be weird if I asked to stay with you? Do you have a couch?”

Blinking, Jaime said, “I do, but you could have the guest room if you want it.”

She looked almost shy when she said, “It has been been a strange night. I just don’t feel like going back to the apartment.”

“You can stay with me if you like,” she said, trying not to sound too excited, failing miserably.

The girl looked at her and laughed, “Don’t expect anything. I just need somewhere to crash for the night.”

The waitress returned and Jaime signed for their meal, then called a cab. They waited in the restaurant for it to show up, then rode in silence back to Jaime’s house. There was a curious tension between them and Jaime’s heart was racing nearly as fast as her imagination. Was the girl feeling it, too? Was that why she wanted to come back to Jaime’s place? Or was her imagination getting away from her?

She wished she knew.

Letting them into the house, she turned off the alarm, then gave her a quick tour of the place. It was a small, single story bungalow. Three bedrooms, two baths. Home.

She showed Eliza the guest bath, then her room. The girl walked around the room, taking in her surroundings.

“I like your house,” she said, sitting on the bed.

“Thank you,” Jaime said, fighting the urge to join her on the bed.

“I could use a shower,” she said, grimacing, “Dancing is sweaty work.”

“There is soap and shampoo under the sink from the last time my sister visited. You are welcome to it. Towels are in the cabinet above the toilet,” Jaime said, smiling.

“Okay,” the girl said, getting up.

“I’ll probably be in my office, when you get out,” Jaime said, then turned to leave. Pausing, she looked back at Eliza, “you can feel comfortable here.”

“I know,” the girl said, smiling.

Jaime closed the door, then went to her bedroom. She closed the door, then leaned against it. What was she doing? Why had she invited the girl back to her place? Was she really thinking about doing what was on her mind?

She didn’t want just to look, anymore. After what had happened in the curtained booth, she ached to feel Eliza’s warm body in her lap, again.

Shaking her head, she stripped out of her suit, then her bra. In just her panties, she looked at herself in the mirror. Thirty minutes of vigorous calisthenics in the morning had kept her body lean and tight. She smiled, thought about Eliza’s comment about it not being too late for her to be a stripper. She didn’t have the big boobs or thick booty to make it as a stripper. Not that she looked bad. She probably wouldn’t starve if she decided on making the career change.

Laughing, she found some sleep shorts and a tank top, slipped into them. She let her hair down, then pulled it into a ponytail. In comfort mode now, she left her bedroom and went to her office, booted up her computer.

She was checking her email, when a soft knock came at the door. Turning, she saw Eliza poke her head in the door, waved her in. The girl stepped inside, wearing only one of the plush towels Jaime kept in the spare bathroom. Jaime couldn’t take her eyes off the girl, finally had to force herself to look away.

“Do you need something to sleep in,” Jaime asked.

“Maybe later,” the girl said, shyly. She came over to where Jaime sat, let the towel drop. Jaime gaped at her, not believing her eyes. Her eyes roamed down the girl’s body, drank her in like she were a cool glass of water and she were dying of thirst.

For a moment she hesitated, then sat on Jaime’s lap. She put her arm around Jaime’s neck, pressed her body against her.

Jaime met the girl’s eyes, saw a desire in them that took her breath away. Swallowing hard, she asked, “Are you sure? You… We don’t have to.”

“I know,” the girl said, smiling, “I want to.”

“Really,” Jaime asked, not believing it could be true.

“The way you talk about Lana…,” the girl said, smiling shyly, “and the way you look at me… I like the way you look at me.”

“You are so beautiful,” she said.

“Then you go and say things like that,” the girl said, laughing.

“We shouldn’t do this,” Jaime said, looking deep into the girl’s eyes.

“Because I’m a kid,” Eliza asked, then smiled, “because they say I’m too young to give consent, that I couldn’t possibly know what I want or what I’m doing?”

Jaime blinked in surprise. Eliza laughed, then kissed her. It caught her off guard, made her gasp. Then Eliza’s tongue was in her mouth. It was a horrible kiss, too much tongue and her mouth open wide enough to swallow an egg. Still it left Jaime speechless, dried up her protests on her tongue.

“That wasn’t a very good kiss, was it,” the girl said, looking insecure.

“It was nice,” Jaime lied.

“I’ve never French kissed anyone before,” she said, shyly, “I don’t really know how.”

“I could teach you, if you want,” Jaime said, her heart racing in her breast.

The girl smiled and said, “Are you just talking about kissing?”

Jaime flushed with excitement, said, “Let’s start with kissing and see what happens from there.”

“Okay,” the girl said.

“This time just kiss me with your mouth closed,” Jaime said and the girl leaned in and kissed her, “Never go all the way in for the kiss. You want to pull up just short and let the person you are kissing come to you. It let’s you know they are interested.”

The girl leaned in close, stopped before her lips touched Jaime’s. Since she was very interested, she kissed the girl, put a hand on her cheek tenderly. Pulling back just a little, she smiled at the girl.

“This time, open your mouth just a little,” she said, then leaned forward. The girl’s lips touched hers, her mouth barely open. Jaime teased the girl’s tongue into her mouth, caressed it with her own. She wanted to cheer when the girl did the same.

The girl was grinning when they broke the kiss and Jaime said, “Did you feel the difference?”

“Much better the second time,” Eliza said.

“Yes, it was. You are a nice kisser.”

The hand on the girl’s cheek slipped around and onto her neck, pulled her into Jaime’s kiss. It deepened faster than she expected, their tongues tangling as their desire grew. The girl was a quick study, her kisses curling Jaime’s toes. When she finally broke the kiss, she smiled at the girl, biting her lower lip. She saw the girl was excited as she was.

“Show me more,” the girl said, her limpid eyes flashing.

Slipping her arm under the girl’s knees and one around her back, she got to her feet and carried the girl to her bedroom. Gently, she laid the girl on her back. Eliza propped up on her elbows, looked pointedly at her naked body, then at Jaime. Getting the point, she pulled her tank top up and off, then shucked her shorts and panties down her long legs. Naked, she shivered as Eliza’s hot gaze roamed over her body. She shivered again when the girl smiled.

She crawled onto the bed, stretched out beside the girl. She turned so she faced Jaime, their lips meeting. The space between them melted away and her body pressed deliciously against Jaime’s.

Letting her hands roam over the girl’s flank and hip, down one thigh, she said, “Is this okay? My touching you like this?”

The girl sighed and nodded, hesitantly let her own hand find Jaime’s body. Her caress left Jaime’s skin tingling its wake and she became turned on as the girl explored her. The hesitancy evaporated, her touch more sure. She seemed to thrill to the feel of Jaime’s skin under her fingertips.

Gently, she urged the girl onto her back. Getting to her knees, she smiled down at the girl, leaned into kiss her. The girl put her hand on her neck, held her to the kiss. It made her smile, the girl mimicking her own moves.

When she broke the kiss, she said, “If I move too fast or you are uncomfortable tell me.”

The girl nodded. She nuzzled her neck, felt her pulse racing against her lips as she placed a kiss there. Then her collarbone, the slope of one small breast, the proud nipple of another. Eliza laughed as she teased it with her tongue, then groaned as it became tender. She didn’t stop until the girl’s back arched off the bed, pushing her breast into her face. The girl’s breath quickened as she moved lower. The closer she got to her girlhood, the shallower it became.

Jaime glanced up at the girl, saw her propped up on her elbows. Her limpid eyes shone with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. She could relate to that, remembering the first time Lana lay between her legs and used her tongue to drive her crazy. She had been excited and self-conscious and not completely sure she was ready to let a girl do that to her. She saw the same uncertainty in Eliza’s eyes now but the girl nodded, gave her permission, just as she had given Lana permission.

Lowering her mouth to the girl’s sex, she let her tongue slip between the soft ebony folds to caress her pink bud. An involuntary gasp escaped her and Jaime rolled her eyes up to see the girl watching her with wide eyes. They grew wider as Jaime teased her clit until she moaned. The first was like a domino, setting off a chain of them.

The girl flopped onto her back, a hand going to her mouth. She chewed on a knuckle as her hips began to move. Her other hand kept coming up, only to fall back to the bed, like she didn’t have complete control of it or didn’t know what she wanted to do with it.

Eliza’s moans grew louder as she became more and more aroused. She seemed to be trying to contain the noises she was making but she was failing miserably. Jaime had her worked into a state, her body going crazy under her tongue.

Jaime let her hands roam over the girl’s supine body, thrilling to the feel of her lean form. She was soft and firm in all the right places and Jaime couldn’t keep her hands off of her.

“Oh, God,” the girl moaned, her back arching off the bed, “this feels so good.”

Grinning, Jaime had to trap her thighs to keep her undulating body to her mouth. She was more than a little turned on by the writhing of the girl’s body, found it very sexy to know she could drive her wild like this.

“Oh, shit,” the girl said, grasping at the sheets, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Jaime heard the urgency in her voice and the change in her breathing, saw her body began to spazz out and she knew the girl was going to come. Her whole body lifted off the bed and Jaime had to follow her with her mouth. She climaxed like that, her body arched like the London bridge and, like the old children’s song said, the London bridge came falling down. The girl giggled as her body trembled, shook her head as the feel good juices flooded her bloodstream. She favored Jaime was a sated smile.

“Holy cow,” she said.

“I said the same thing, the first time Lana did that to me,” Jaime said, moving up to give the dazed girl a kiss. Stretching out on her back, she thought she could die happy right then. Even if the night ended like this, it would have been an incredible night.

The girl appeared above, smiled down at her, “Can you teach me that, what you just did to me?”

The night is far from over, it would seem, she thought, grinning.

“You want to do what I did to you to me?”

“It is the lady-like thing to do, right,” Eliza said, grinning, “give and get?”

Jaime laughed, shaking her head at having her own words thrown back at her. The laughter dried up as Eliza moved between her legs. The girl looked at Jaime and the look said, Now what?

“You really want to learn how to do this,” Jaime said, really hoping the girl wouldn’t change her mind.

“Yeah,” she said, a grin on her face.

“I guess the first thing I should ask is have you ever heard of foreplay,” Jaime asked, almost giddy with excitement. This was really happening.

“I’ve heard the word before but I’m not exactly sure what it is,” Eliza said.

“Foreplay can be many things to different people,” she said, smiling, “kissing, touching. A massage. Basically, anything you can do to make your partner more aroused. It is very important, so remember: foreplay.”

“Okay,” she said, smiling, “So, kind of what you did to me.”

“Half the fun is figuring out what does it for your partner. Different people like different things,” Jaime said, nodding.

“The human body is full of erogenous zones, places that feel good when touched or kissed. Some are obvious, some not so much. It is kind of like Operation, the board game… only if you find the right spot, you get a moan and not an annoying buzzer.”

“Okay,” Eliza laughed. She moved up and gave Jaime a kiss, then kissed the graceful curve of her neck, her collar bone. She kissed Jaime’s left breast, right on the nipple.

“Don’t always go for the nipple,” she said, caressing the girl’s cheek, “the top and bottom of the breast is also very sensitive. A light touch there is very erotic, feels very nice.”

The girl ran her fingertips along the underside of her breasts, her touch as light as a ghost’s kiss, asked, “Like this?”

“Just like that,” Jaime sighed, then said, “Now, cup the breast in you hand and gently knead it, letting the nipple drag across your palm.”

Eliza did as instructed, cupping Jaime’s breasts, making Jaime moan and arch her back. She pushed her breasts into her hands, encouraging her to keep doing it. The girl had a faint smile on her face as Jaime moaned, again, louder this time.

“Now, use your tongue to make circles around the nipple, every now and then caressing it. This keeps your partner guessing, which is very exciting. Anticipation can be very sexy,” she said, stroking the girl’s hair as she lowered her mouth to her breast. Her hot, wet tongue drew more moans from her slack mouth.

The girl had her so excited, she didn’t need anymore foreplay. The heat between her thighs was almost unbearable she was so aroused. There was just something extremely erotic about teaching the young girl how to please her. She had made herself as horny as she had ever been, her body aching for release but she wasn’t finished teaching Eliza how to be a good lover.

“Now move lower,” she said, around a moan, “another thing that is really sexy is contrast. Hot and cold. Light and heavy pressure. Again, it keeps your partner guessing and involved with what you are doing to them. Switch between a fingertip caress and almost a massage type squeeze. Or if you kiss, say the stomach, gently blow on the wet print your lips leave behind. It sends a delicious shiver down the spine.”

She really was a fast study, taking what Jaime had said and drove her body wild with caresses and gentle kisses. She kissed the hollow her hip bone and Jaime moaned. Eliza nuzzled her there and Jaime had to smile. It was one of the favorite parts of her body to have kissed or touched. She didn’t know why but it just got her all hot and bothered.

“By now, your partner should be more than a little turned on,” she said, her voice thick with excitement. She couldn’t take anymore of this.

Eliza smiled down at her, “Are you more than a little turned on?”

“Love, I was more than a little turned on a long time before we even started. Right now, I’m horny as a teenager.”

Laughing, the girl said, “So…,”

Jaime reached between her thighs, spread her labia so the girl could see and showed her the pink hood of her clit, then said, “I don’t know how familiar you are with your own body, so a quick anatomy lesson… This is the clitoris and it becomes very sensitive when a woman’s aroused. A caress or flick of the tongue feels incredible.”

Hesitantly, the girl reached out and rubbed Jaime’s bud, her fingers making her sigh, then moan. Eliza stretched out on her stomach, still making lazy circles with her fingers. She giggled nervously, bit her lower lip. Rolling her eyes up at Jaime, she waited for permission. Jaime felt like her heart was going to rip its way out of her breast, it was beating so hard as she nodded. The girl giggled again, took a deep breath to bolster her nerve, then lowered her mouth to Jaime’s pussy. Eliza’s tongue found her tender clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

“Oh, God,” she said, moaning. The girl rolled her eyes up at her and grinned. Jaime smiled at her, said, “That feels so good.”

“Yeah,” the girl asked.

“Yeah, please don’t stop,” Jaime said, propping up on her elbow to watch Eliza lower her mouth back to her sex, her tongue teasing between her labia to find her tender bud. She moaned, brushed the girls hair out of her face so she could see what she was doing. The girl was driving her body crazy, her tongue making Jaime’s hips jerk and her body twitch.

She was too excited, wasn’t going to last long like this. Almost as the thought entered her head, so she felt her orgasm stir to life deep inside of her. For the second time tonight, she thought the girl was going to make her come. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, her back arching. The girl must have sensed she was close, kept torturing her clit until Jaime cried out in ecstasy. She collapsed back to the bed, smiled as the feel good juices began to flood her bloodstream.

The girl looked at her, her head tilted to one one side questioningly. Jaime sat up and pulled the girl atop her, put an arm around her neck and kissed her deeply. She was grinning when she pulled back and met Jaime’s eyes. Smiling back at her, Jaime touched her cheek tenderly.

“Eliza, that was amazing,” she said.

“Your heart is racing,” the girl said.

“And my toes are curled,” Jaime said, making the girl laugh, “I don’t think I’ve ever been that excited before. I came so fast.”

“Like a horny teenager?”

Laughing, Jaime said, “Pretty much. You have that effect on me.”

The girl grinned and gave her a kiss. Jaime let her hands slip down the girl’s back, onto her backside. Eliza pulled back, gave her a look. She let her hands roam up the girl’s flank to tease the sides of her breasts. The girl raised her eyebrows, questioningly.

Grinning, Jaime shrugged, said, “It is after three. Are you ready for bed?”

“I’m still wide awake,” the girl said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She had picked up on what Jaime was really asking.

“Let me catch my breath and I’ll teach you something new,” Jaime said, still letting her hands explore the girl’s ebony skin, “why don’t you stretch out on your back.”

The girl gave her a quick kiss, then stretched out beside of her. Jaime got to her hands and knees, crawled between the girls spread legs. Straddling one hip, she pulled the girl’s knees up, then lowered her body until their pussies met. The girl was looking up at her, her brown eyes curious. Winking at her, Jaime rolled her hips back and forth, rubbing her body against the girl’s. The girl gasped, then moaned as their bodies ground together. She grinned up at Jaime, rolling her own hips up in a counter-rhythm to Jaime’s

She hadn’t completely recovered from her last orgasm and the friction of their bodies meeting had her making little animal sounds of excitement. Taking deep breaths, she tried to calm down, didn’t want to come too fast this time. She wanted to take her time, enjoy the feel of Eliza’s lithe body flexing with her own. She wanted to savor this night, because she might never have another like it.

Every time their bodies met, it sent delicious shockwaves crashing through her body, each one more intense than the one before it. She looked down at Eliza, saw the slack jawed look on her pretty face. The girl was feeling it too.

She urged the girl to sit up, then rolled them so Eliza was on top. She didn’t need further urging, began to gyrate her hips against Jaime. As a dancer, she had a grace that fascinated Jaime. She couldn’t stop watching the girl’s hips as she flexed and rolled them. It was like she was back on the stage at the Cuarto de la Nina, this some erotic dance.

Jaime sat up, kissed the girl. Eliza responded, kissed her back, moaning into her mouth. When she had to break it as another moan ripped from her slack mouth, Jaime kissed the curve of her neck, her shoulder. She cupped on small breast, teased the dark nipple until the girl groaned, arched her back. The hand slid down her taut stomach and around to grab her buttock, helped the girl really grind their bodies together.

They were both breathing raggedly from their frantic coupling, sweat lubricating their bodies. When Jaime kissed the slope of her breast, she could taste the sweat on her tongue and again as she gently nibbled on turgid nipple.

The girl thrilled to the torture, her little noises of excitement growing louder. She put her hand on the back of Jaime’s head, held her to her breast. Her fingers knotted in Jaime’s hair as she teased another groan out of her.

Why she couldn’t say, but the girl putting her hand on the back of her head excited Jaime. Maybe because it wasn’t something she had taught the girl. The thought of the girl coming into her own as a lover was intriguing, very erotic. She kind of hoped she would be there when the girl figured it out.

Wishful thinking, maybe, she couldn’t help but think.

Distracted with her own thoughts, she almost missed the change in the girl’s rhythm, the spastic thrust of her hips. Then the girl’s eyes grew wide and she said, “I’m going to come!”

Jaime was close, too, focused on bringing them both to a world shattering climax. The girl came first, her body tensing up. The shuddering of her body made Jaime orgasm and they shook together. The girl hugged Jaime and they basked in the afterglow in each others arms. They stayed like that a while, just enjoying the wonderful sensations awash in their bodies.

Finally, Eliza pulled back and grinned at Jaime, “What’s this called?”

“Tribbing,” she said, a little out of breath still.

“God, lord,” the girl said, laughing.

“Yeah,” Jaime agreed.

“I’m still trembling all over,” she said, sighing contentedly.

“Yeah,” Jaime said, reduced to one word sentences.

“I’m gonna need another shower,” the girl said, rubbing the sweat from her brow.

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine,” Jaime said, half jokingly.

“Yeah,” the girl asked, grinning playfully.

“Why, do you want some company?”

“I don’t know,” Eliza said, laughing, “we’d probably end up messing around in the shower.”

“Well, I don’t know about you,” Jaime said, laughing, “I’m all cummed out. I can’t feel my toes.”

“You say that now, but if you get me all wet and soapy…”

The girl’s words put a mental image in her head and she thought the girl might be right. She felt a flush of heat between her thighs and had to smile. The girl really did make her feel like a horny teenager.

“I’m not going to be good for anything tomorrow,” she said, shaking her head, “let’s take that shower. Better make it a cold one.”

Eliza laughed, untangled her body from Jaime’s. She offered her hand to Jaime when she got off the bed, but she put her arm around her shoulder, instead. As the girl put her arm around Jaime’s waist, she led them into the master bath. The girl’s eyes got big when she saw the old fashioned bathtub and she looked up at Jaime, grinning.

“Can we take a bath instead,” she said, looking back at the tub, “I haven’t had a bath in forever. We only have a shower stall at the apartment.”

“Sure,” Jaime said, smiling at her, “Why don’t you get the water started.”

While the girl fiddled with the taps, she got them some towels. She sat them on the toilet, in arms reach of the tub, then poured some scented oils into the swirling water. The room became fragrant with wild flowers as the oil began to bubble up.

Jaime sighed as she settled into the water, the heat and soothing oils making the day’s stress melt away. She spread her legs so Eliza could sit between them, her back and buttocks pressed deliciously against her. The girl leaned back into her and Jaime put her arm around her neck, let it gently cup one breast. Eliza’s hands roamed up and down her legs, her touch as light as a feather.

“This is nice,” the girl said, sighing.

“I love this tub,” Jaime said, smiling, “Nothing quite as relaxing as a hot bath after a long day.”

“I guess the bath is nice, too,” the girl said.

Jaime squeezed the girl tighter, kissed the top of her head. Eliza craned her neck so she could kiss her lips. It was a tender, lazy kiss. Intimate.

“You know,” the girl said, laughing, “I can’t believe I did this.”

“Sleep with me?”

“All of it,” she said, looking at Jaime, “Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad I did. It’s just, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Why did you?”

The girl thought about it for a moment, said, “I don’t know. It was the lap dance, the way you look at me, the way you talked to me. Like I was a person, not just a kid or an object. It was a lot of things, I guess. Mostly, I just wondered what it would be like.”

“What would what be like?”

“Sleeping with you,” she said.

“You were thinking about sleeping with me,” Jaime asked.

“After what happened during the lap dance,” Eliza said, laughing, “If we can still call it a lapdance. I think we started tribbing somewhere along the way.”

“Yeah, you are probably right,” Jaime said, laughing.

“I think it was finally doing my new dance that made me decide to do it,” she said, smiling at Jaime.

“How so?”

“I’ve been putting it off and putting it off. I was scared I couldn’t do it or the crowd would hate it. Tonight… Tonight I just went for it and it was amazing. I can still hear the crowd cheering for me.”

“You earned it, Love. Your dance was amazing,” Jaime said.

“Well, when the idea of letting you take me home entered my head, I just went for that, too. Just jumped right in head first with my fingers crossed that there was water in the pool.”

“I like that,” Jaime said, smiling at the phrase, “was there water in the pool?”

“Nice and deep,” Eliza said, looking back at her, “thank you for tonight.”

“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” Jaime said, kissing her, “tonight was amazing.”

——————————————————————

Jaime woke up to an empty bed, thought maybe last night had just been a wonderful dream. She looked around the room, but there was no sign of the girl. Sitting up, she glanced at the alarm clock, saw it was almost two in the afternoon. She grimaced at the sour taste in her mouth, then yawned.

Maybe Eliza had somewhere she needed to be today. It was saturday, so not school. Dance practice maybe. She hoped the girl hadn’t left without saying goodbye. Too many lovers had done that to her and she really didn’t want Eliza to one of them.

Then she smelled bacon cooking and got out of bed, slipped into a robe and went to investigate. She smiled when she saw Eliza at the stove, making eggs. She had borrowed one of Jaime’s T-shirts.

“Morning,” she said, walking into the kitchen.

“I’m making eggs and bacon,” she said, glancing over her shoulder and smiling at Jaime, “I hope that is okay.”

“More than okay,” Jaime said, going to her and wrapping her arms around her neck from behind, “smells delicious.”

“I made enough for the both of us,” the girl said, snuggling back into Jaime.

“About last night…” Jaime said.

The girl laughed and turned in her arms, gave her a kiss. Her beautiful eyes met Jaime’s and she said, “You aren’t going to ask if I’m okay with what we did, are you?”

“I thought about it,” Jaime said, then laughed, “Why?”

“I loved it,” the girl said, kissing her, again, “No regrets.”

“Good,” Jaime said, stealing a piece of bacon from the pile and going to the table. She munched on it as she watched the girl cook. Eliza seemed comfortable at the stove, knew her way around the kitchen. She also thought she looked kind of sexy in her shirt.

The girl plated up the food, added toast to each plate, then brought them to the table. Setting one plate in front of Jaime, she sat down across from her with her own. Jaime tried her eggs, sighed with delight at how good they were. Everything was delicious.

“This is excellent,” Jaime said.

“I usually do the cooking at the apartment,” Eliza said, smiling, “the girls try but sometimes it is a little hard to choke down.”

“Lucky them,” she said, chewing happily.

“Maybe next time I could make you dinner,” the girl said, looking shy suddenly.

Swallowing hard, Jaime said, “Next time?”

“Yeah,” the girl said, smiling nervously.

“Dinner sounds lovely,” Jaime said, wanting to get up and do her happy dance.

Continue to Part Two

4 Responses to White Stockings, Part One

  1. Fur says:

    I do so wish there was more to this story. It is well written and it really does leave you wanting more not only of these 2 together but also to see what becomes of their life together.

  2. ebo says:

    There are more chapters coming in the very near future. I had too much fun writing this story not to visit the Cuarto de La Nina, again.

  3. Some1 says:

    I wish there was a Cuarto de La Nina to go to, this story does the next best thing, and I can’t wait for more!

  4. Minnona Derice says:

    okay many things to say and hope ya listen close. Today ya made me cry 4 times already. I don’t tear up a lot but damn it ya got me. The sister thing in Black Lace Chronicles I forgot to tell ya about. I stripped for 4 years so i know the club thing very well from the back door to the front and every nook in the middle. I never did guys but sure did the ladies and yes they do show up. The dancer always uses not just her body but eyes and some mental things to work for the tips. I made damn good money like little Eliza $300 was a slow night. Every bit of this romance was tender. I still wonder about some of your phrasing but hey the emotions work and that you need to understand is real not some lame joke. So when i tell you it made me puddle up take that as a very true compliment. I like Fur hope there might be a follow. I like Eliza a lot. I am Latina black so I have a kindred feeling for her tan form. Thanks Ebo

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