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Love Off The Dance Floor II

Date: 8/10/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: SugarKitten, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

No one noticed as I went to the back entrance of the stage. The corridor was bright. I had to squint until my eyes adjusted. Colorful photos of exotic dancers splashed the walls, leading toward endless hallways. I suddenly felt vulnerable. I was no longer inconspicuous. My casual clothes were a dead give-a-way that I didn't belong in a world of exotic dancers. I stood out like a beacon of light on the darkest of nights. I quickened my pace when I heard laughter behind me. I prayed for invisibility. Neither worked. "Oh, you must be the new girl," I heard a voice say. I turned in disbelief. She'd mistaken me for a dancer! Two women in scanty attire came toward me, their heels clicking on the linoleum floor. The tall one, darker in complexion, spoke again. Her voice demanded attention. "I'm Delilah. This is Isabel," she said, pointing to the shorter blonde beside her. Her slender arm draped over her friend's bare shoulder. She looked at me, a smile curving her lips. Her hair swayed across her breasts as she extended her hand in greeting. "Welcome to our club and you are...?" "Cassie," I replied quickly. "But, I'm not a..." "Aren't you cute," Isabel interrupted me. She withdrew from Delilah's embrace and grabbed my arm pulling me toward her. "You're perfect, but you really must change out of those clothes. C'mon!" I was speechless as we zipped through a maze of corridors that led to a dressing room door. My mind raced. Delilah's words echoed in my brain. Did I hear right? ... Did she say new girl? And...Isabel said my clothes wouldn't do. What's up with that? I wondered. Hesitantly, I followed them inside. Half-naked women filled the room, their reflections dazzling in many full-length mirrors, their makeup enhancing and dramatizing their beauty. I was stunned. My eyes wandered, taking in the perfection of bodies around me. Breasts of ivory, dark and golden tones glimmered with sparkle dust. Thighs, long and lanky, enhanced with stockings and heels adding to their loveliness. I managed to find my voice. "There's been a mistake," I squeaked. "I'm not supposed to be here." I shuffled my feet, more than aware of my demise. I had to find Serena and fast. "Of course you're supposed to be here," Isabel argued. She wouldn't take no for an answer. "Let's get you changed. You're already late for your set." My mind whirled as Isabel showed me a wide array of lingerie. My fingers were shaking as I touched the lacy silk. I took a deep breath. I had to stay cool, ignore the erratic beating of my heart. There might be a way out of this, I thought as I selected an outfit. If I looked like everyone else, I could sneak off to find Serena. I wouldn't stand out like I did before. Yeah, it just might work. I felt calmer. Satiny blue hugged my body, the silk molding me like second skin. I tried to cover my breasts jutting out from the flimsy material. I wasn't used to being dressed in such a revealing garment. I was startled as I caught sight of a reflection in the ...