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DANCE WITH ME BABY!
By
Anne Gray
Dedicated to Bagheera and Rikki.
Chapter 1 – The Take Down.
This is a work of fiction. The author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual!
A few weeks ago it had got to the point where Stephanie and Kathy, her long time best friend and partner for the last few years, just dreaded going in to work. The Pink Panther nightclub featured exotic dancers and had given them a very good living with a circle of regular customers enjoying Stephanie's statuesque figure with its curves in all the right places topped with a mane of blonde tresses.
Kathy was a natural redhead and she liked wearing her hair in a short pixie cut; her tall, svelte 5' 8" body was another favourite with the regulars and they both did very well with tips considering the minimum wage the dancers got sucked.
In addition they were both accomplished costume designers and seamstresses having developed a side business out of their home. Stephanie and Kathy, being just on the wrong side of thirty, were sensible enough to know exotic dancing was not a profession that would last forever. But they both counted on another few years and enjoyed dancing coupled with the attention they got from male and female alike.
Then Rachel came on the scene!
Barely nineteen, with her cute girl-next-door look, raven tresses and flawless skin, she wasn't old enough to drink alcohol under State law but was a promiscuous little slut who shamelessly poached customers away from the other dancers. When not on stage she would flaunt her slim, youthful body and throw herself at any unattached customer who walked in the door.
It wasn't so much that their tips had dwindled substantially as it was that Rachel was completely self absorbed and showed no respect for anyone or anything. They decided drastic action was necessary to do something about the situation and, after several weeks of careful preparation, the first step directly involving the minx would go down tonight.
When Rachel finished her last set and headed for her locker in the change room Stephanie and Kathy were waiting for her; all the other dancers had already left. She didn't stand a chance as Kathy put her in a bear hug from behind, locking her arms against her sides, then as she opened her mouth to yell Stephanie pushed a wad of cloth in it instantly stifling any sound.
As the girl started to struggle Stephanie moved in closer to make her the middle of a sandwich between the two conspirators and effectively blanketing Rachel's efforts to escape. Holding one hand over the gag the blonde then deliberately pinched the nostrils of their victim with her other hand shutting off any intake of air.
The panicking girl's exertions slowed almost immediately and just over a minute later she slumped in Kathy's arms, out cold. As soon as Rachel fainted Stephanie released the hold on her nostrils and pulled the cloth out of her mouth.
After locking the door the two of them soon had the brunette's wrists and elbows wrapped securely in several turns of cords behind her back and her ankles tied tightly together. Checking to make sure she was breathing evenly Stephanie felt it was safe so she packed the gag back in Rachel's mouth and covered it with a few strips of tape.
The manager had been only too pleased when the conspirators had offered weeks ago, at a very reasonable cost, to repair and update the extensive wardrobe the club kept on hand for the dancers to start their performances in; they ended wearing decidedly less. This caused quite some wear and tear and, cheap as the owners were, they jumped at the repair instead of replace suggestion. Consequently, on several occasions, the two had wheeled a large costume trunk in and out of the building to and from Kathy's van.
Now they laid the open trunk flat and deposited Rachel inside followed by the contents of her locker, before shutting it and tipping it back up on the wheels. Grabbing their own coats and handbags they pushed the trunk out to the entrance passed the bouncer/doorman, refused his offer of help, said goodnight and wheeled it over to the van. Opening the side door it was easy to tip the trunk so the top rested at the opening then lift the bottom and slide it inside.
Once at the home they had bought between them they reversed the process to get the trunk inside. It had several unobtrusive holes drilled in it so they were not worried about Rachel getting enough air, particularly since the trip only took fifteen minutes.
She would be a houseguest for a few days and, since their expertise as costume designers had led to them having several customers whose interests lay with some of the more fetishistic materials, they would have the opportunity to let her try a few of their more confining creations.
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