Part 25 (1/2)

Then, I guess, it's up to the spouse or significant other to recognize the meaning of that dark splotch ghosting beneath the bleach.

Most of 'em probably don't want to look. Don't want to know.

The Reason I know so d.a.m.n much about the sinning is I have pretty well been pushed into causing some of it. As sin goes, at least so far, my own partic.i.p.ation has remained fairly mild.

See, when Alex and I first hit town, like a few weeks ago, Lydia seemed okay with giving us a place to crash. Alex called her from the bus station. Hey, girl. You said to look you up if I ever made it to Vegas. Well, me and a friend just got here.

Could you come pick us up?

It was early morning, and Lydia was not real happy about having to pull herself out of bed. We waited a couple of hours, sipping coffee, until she finally showed, took us back to her small tract house south of the city in a burb called Henderson. She keeps her place neat, with pretty flowers in trim beds, giving the impression she wants to give-legitimate.

See, for a while Lydia worked as a stripper in a fairly nice club near the Stratosphere.

I made pretty good money.

Most of it went to the house, which took a big cut for keeping the girls safe. I did all the work, they reaped sixty percent of the bennies. Hard to swallow.

So Lydia got smart, started her own business-Have Ur Cake Escorts. Now she takes a cut from the girls (and guys) whose ”dates”

she sets up. I still strip for fun once in a while. All on my own terms.

Her Neighbors Are completely clueless about her means of support.

They think she's a showgirl.

The ultimate Vegas dream.

Anyway, she let Alex and me move into her spare bedroom.

But not for free. You can stay for a week gratis. After that, I'd appreciate a little rent.

She never asked why we were there, although she did mention Alex's dad. How's he doing?

Alex shrugged. Same ol', you know? But if he happens to call, I don't want to talk to him.

Far as I know, he never did, and Lydia let the subject drop. Alex and I looked for under-the-table jobs, but they're hard to find, unless you're good with pulling weeds for five bucks an hour. A week came.

A week went by. Two. Plus a couple of days. Finally Lydia said something. Okay, here's the deal. Both of you are pretty girls. Great bods, with that fresh look guys (especially old ones) appreciate. You could make boatloads taking off your clothes.

The clubs are careful about underage girls, but work for me, no one will check your IDs.

My first reaction was no way would I ever let evil old pervs see me naked. That's when Lydia mentioned how much money we could make. Easily five hundred a night. And that's no touching allowed. Bachelor parties alone could make the two of you very comfortable.

What She Forgot To mention was that her cut for setting us up in the exotic dancing business was one-third the hourly rate. Tips are ours to earn and keep. And hey, considering Lydia handles all Have Ur Cake calls, screenings, and advertis.e.m.e.nt, she's worth every penny. As per her well-advised counsel, Alex and I work exclusively as a team.

Sooner or later, Lydia said, you'll have to deal with a jerk who won't want to hear ”no touching allowed,” if you decide to stick to that. With two of you, you've got a fighting chance, or at the very least, a witness.

So far, though we've had many requests for more, and a few grumbles when we say no way, the men have all honored the ”look but don't touch”

rule. Our two-for-one fee is three hundred an hour (a bargain!) plus tips for straight dancing. Private lap dances are twenty dollars per song. Girl-on-girl action adds another hundred to the tab.

Besides Lydia, we give a cut to our regular taxi drivers, who keep us off their meters.

They're cool and weren't hard to hook up with. Pretty much everyone in Vegas is a scammer.

As for the actual stripping, Lydia gave us some pointers.

Turns out I'm a better dancer than Alex. Her b.o.o.bs are bigger, though, and really beautiful.

I swear I never knew I leaned toward girls until I met Alex.

Guess I never let myself lean any way at all. Didn't dare get close to anyone, male or female.

But Alex and I are tight. I love her heart. Her brains. Her body.

The men we perform for like when we dance with each other, breast-to-breast or belly-to-a.s.s, tan skin against pale, ebony hair on blue-streaked blond, fingers touching hidden places we won't let ”clients” touch. Powerful!

That's how I feel, seeing how helpless we make them. I so enjoy reducing them to masturbation.

It's like they are masturbating for me, and I can control when they come by how I move my body, what I let them see.

It's a game I win every time.

Another Few Weeks We'll have saved enough to get our own place. Maybe a nice little townhouse closer to downtown, where most of the action is. Tonight we've got a bachelor party.

Great gigs. Tips are good.

And when there's a crowd in the room, the d.i.c.ks mostly stay hidden. I'm standing by the window, keeping watch for the cab, when Alex comes into the room, wearing a yummy short leather skirt.

Just got a ten o'clock. We should be finished with the boys before nine. Younger guys tend to get started early. The best man booked us for seven, and they should all be well on their way to pa.s.sing out before we even get there.

Which is why we collect our basic fee up front. Don't want to get caught with our fingers in some drunk guy's wallet.

Of course, we do hope they stay awake long enough to reward our girl-girl routine.

We knock on the condo door at seven on the dot. The guy who answers is pretty cute.

h.e.l.lo, girls. Come right in.

Can I get you ladies something to drink? We decline and he escorts us inside, where a half dozen guys are ogling cable p.o.r.n.

While I ask Best Man for cash up front-six hundred, split seven ways-Alex flirts. Okay, boys, where's the groom? We want to treat him right! Where did she learn that shtick? Stripping for Dummies? Hah. Anyway, once the cash is safely tucked away, Alex outlines the rules: Absolutely no touching, or we leave immediately. One lap dance is included, for the groom only.

If any of the rest of you are into that, it will cost extra. Tips are encouraged! Any questions?

One rat-looking dude pulls his eyes from the TV screen action. How much for head?