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DANCE WITH ME BABY!
By
Anne Gray
Chapter 2 – The Set Up.
There was little or no fuss about Rachel being missing when they showed up at the Pink Panther the next day. As luck would have it, she had been spotted by management the previous evening providing a service to a customer that amounted to even more than an illegal lap dance.
They would allow the girls to go so far but protected their license rigorously and enforced the rules. If she had shown up she would have been fired so everyone assumed she had seen the writing on the wall and left before that happened. Since the daily salary was peanuts and each girl took home their tips it was easy to believe she just walked away.
Stephanie and Kathy, delighted with their luck, decided to go ahead with their plan even though Rachel would not have been in competition with them anymore. They felt she deserved a damn good lesson for spoiling the last couple of months and causing them so much stress; besides the plan was a gem.
The layout at the club had the stage in the middle of the room with tables surrounding it except for a short runway to backstage. Rising from the middle of the stage was the ubiquitous dancers' pole. Always looking to keep costs to a minimum the manager refused to hire a full time lighting person to operate the spotlights and instead had come up with an ingenious idea.
Imbedded in the stage at intervals close to the apron, and around the center pole, were pressure switches. When a girl was going through her routine, whatever section of the stage she was playing to, all she had to do was press a switch with the toe of her, usually stiletto heeled boot, and activate a spotlight covering that area. Another touch would shut the light off.
Directly under the stage was a storage room that Stephanie and Kathy had taken over supposedly to store all the costume racks. As designated wardrobe mistresses no one else went in there and only they had keys to the lock on the door. Over the last few weeks they had installed another pole directly under the one on stage and carefully tapped in to the bases of the pressure switches.
It had been quite simple to add a new wire from each one that they ran to the top of the pole and tied together in a loose knot before allowing the wires to drop almost to the floor. This way they had no idea, from just looking, which wire went to which switch. The wires ended in small jack plug connectors. Even though the room was far from soundproof and it was easy to hear what was going on up on stage they still ran a feed to a large speaker on the wall.
Clamped to the storage room pole, about 3' off the floor, was a long horizontal bar with several straps attached along its length. More straps hung from the vertical pole.
Returning home after their shifts the two decided to implement the next part of their plan the following day but to have some more fun with Rachel first. After a lovely dinner that Rachel got as a blended concoction poured in to her through a funnel gag, they got to work.
As an exotic dancer the girl was no stranger to high heels but the heavily boned contraptions they worked on her were different – they had no heels but forced her feet into painful arcs until the toes were forced pointing in a straight line with her shins. They were, in fact, ballet boots and laced tightly up to her knees.
A spreader bar held her ankles apart and then Stephanie and Kathy bound her wrists together in front before pulling a heavy leather single arm sheath up to her elbows and lacing that just as tightly in place. Kathy had some fun spending much longer than necessary pushing Rachel's breasts up until they spilled over the top of the sheath between her upper arms.
Then it was a simple matter to attach a strap to the finger ring on the arm sheath and pull it down between her legs to buckle at the middle of the spreader bar. The disrespectful little bitch was now completely open and vulnerable.
They forced a double penis gag between her teeth and strapped that in place with a head harness before lifting the helpless girl off the floor and setting her down in the middle of their bed.
Kathy flipped a coin and lost so she had to don the 8" strap-on while Stephanie got to settle herself in front of Rachel, spread her legs and, using leather loops on either side of the head harness, pull until the dildo protruding from the bound girl's mouth settled at the entrance to her vagina.
She held it there while Kathy positioned herself behind Rachel and lined up the strap-on. With big grins on their faces they nodded to each other then one pulled and the other one pushed; Rachel managed a muffled scream.
After Stephanie's second orgasm and a brief rest, they changed ends (sorry); it was Kathy's turn. Neither had much, if any, sympathy for the girl in the middle.
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