Chim - Tiny Dancer

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

"Kimberley!"

"Yeah!" Kimberley shouted back. Getting up from the sofa, she walked to the bottom of the stairs.

"Could you come up here for a minute please? . . .  I need help!"

The blonde smiled to herself before making her way up. When she entered the girls bedroom, she found Cheryl in only her underwear.

"Ooh sorry. Do you want me to wait until you have put something on?"

Cheryl turned, revealing her tanned, and very toned stomach. The underwear she was wearing left nothing to the imagination. "You saw me basically naked in the bath," she laughed.

Kimberley smiled. It didn't really bother her. "Ok. What do you need help with?"

"I don't have anything to wear!" the Geordie moaned, clothes and shoes were already scattered around the room.

The older girl looked around at the mess. "Cheryl you have lots of clothes," she giggled.

"You know what I mean," Cheryl replied, shrugging her shoulders.

From where Kimberley was standing, she could see the tattoo on the girls thigh. "Not really." She then walked over to the bed, clearing a space for her, she sat down.

Turning, Cheryl walked back over to her wardrobe, giving Kimberley full few of her . . .  other tattoos.

"God you weren't jokin' when you said you had plenty of tattoos," the blonde said, her eyes scanning over the girls lower back, and then her bum.

"Nop," the Geordie replied, reaching up she unhooked a dress. "What about this?" Twirling round, she held the number against her front.

"Yeah babe. That's gorgeous!"

***

"Where have we to get the girls?" Cheryl shouted from the bathroom. She was applying her make up.

"Club in London. Can't remember the name of it, but I know where it is," came the reply.

After finishing with her eyeliner, Cheryl checked herself out in the mirror. "Not bad," she mumbled.

"What's not bad?"

The Geordie turned. "Nothing." Looking at Kimberley, she smiled. " Wow . . . you look amazing!"

Cheryl was right, Kimberley looked gorgeous with her figure hugging dress on, which showed off her stunning curves.

"Thanks," the blonde blushed. "You look amazing too!"

***

"Cheryl!" Sarah shouted over the loud thumping of the music.

"Yeah?"

Sarah moved closer while pointing her finger to a very handsome looking man standing at the bar. "He keeps lookin' at you babe. Go and talk to him!"

"No! I'm done with men!"

After arriving at the first club, all the girls had sat down with their drinks, hounding Cheryl with questions. At first the Geordie was reluctant but after a couple of drinks, she loosened up and began talking.

They were now onto their second club, and beyond drunk.

"Aww babe! Don't let one guy put you off for life!"

Cheryl had told them about her divorce, but not went into much detail.

"Go and talk to him!"

Kimberley, who was sitting beside Cheryl threw the blonde a look. "Leave her alone Sarah!"

"Fine! I'll go and talk to him then!"

"You've got a boyfriend!" Nicola shouted as she watched the girl get up.

Sarah looked at the redhead, and smiled. "I said talk not sh*g!" She then walked off, in the direction of the gorgeous bloke.

"Aww I love this song!" Cheryl shouted as Rihanna's Please Don't Stop The Music sounded. "Dance with me," she smiled, holding her hand out to Kimberley.

Kimberley smiled. "Alright, but please don't show me up to badly." Taking the girls hand, she allowed herself to be lead to the dancefloor.

"I won't," Cheryl winked as she started swaying her hips to the music.

Kimberley done the same, her hands finding the Geordie's waist.

Cheryl stepped closer, her hands also falling onto the girls body, but hers fell onto the her hips, edging towards her bum. "Your a good dancer," she said leaning in. "I can definitely see potential," she then whispered into the her ear.

Kimberley giggled. "Well that's good! I'm glad you approve. Maybe you can teach me some moves."

"I'd love too," Cheryl replied as she began grinding against the blonde.

The older girl smiled. "Good!"

"Kimberley! Can we go?!"

Pulling away, Kimberley looked at the girl. She looked as if she'd just seen a ghost. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Can we just go . . . please!"

The blonde was confused. Moments earlier they were dancing, now she wanted to go home. "Are you ok?"

"Please!?"

The Geordie sounded panicked, tears were welling in her eyes.

"Ok two minutes. I'm goin' to tell the girls."

***

"Cheryl!?" Closing the door over, Kimberley plonked hers and Cheryl's bags down.

After telling the girls she was taking Cheryl home, she walked back over to where she had left the Geordie, only to find she wasn't there.

Making her way upstairs, Kimberley walked over to the girls door. Instantly she heard a familiar noise. She was crying.

"Cheryl?" she said knocking the door. There came no reply so she opened the door gently, and walked in. "Aww Cheryl!" she sighed as she saw the brunette curled up in a ball, crying her heart out.

Walking over, she climbed onto the bed and wrapped her arms around the girl. "Tell me what's wrong sweetie?"

"I . . . I saw Ashley."

"At the club?" Kimberley asked, stroking her back.

Cheryl nodded. "He was all over a girl."

The blonde tightened her grip around the Geordie. "Shh . . . he's not worth it."

***

"Tell me about him? What did he do to you?"

After getting her to calm down, Kimberley managed to get Cheryl into bed. She lay down beside her, stroking her side.

"He cheated on me."

"He cheated on you!" Kimberley said, astonished. How could he cheat on someone so utterly stunning.

"Aye and to this day he still hasn't told me why. That's what hurts the most Kimberley. I don't know what I done wrong. I mean . . .  am I not good enough? Was I a crap wife? Was the sex not good enough?" Once again tears began welling in the girls eyes.

" Hey . . . please don't cry," Kimberley said, reaching up she wiped Cheryl's tears away with her thumb. "I'm sure non of that is true. I bet you were an amazing wife, and amazing in bed," she continued, letting her hand rest on the Geordie's cheek. "Men are men. They can't keep in their pants."

"I just wanna know Kimberley!"

"Maybe it's best not knowing," the blonde replied.

Cheryl shook her head. "It honestly isnt . . . it hurts. It's always on me mind."

Yet again the brunette started crying.

"Come here."  Wrapping her arms around the girl once more, Kimberley pulled her closer. "Everything's goin' to be ok."