Play the Leader

Why dwell?

Violet sat at a booth to the side. It seemed like strippers approached less when you were in a booth. At least that's what it seemed from the very small amount of time she had been in a strip club. Being in a booth usually meant you weren't interested in a lap dance, that was more easily accomplished in a stand alone chair.

That was the case with all the other strippers at least, but why had Honey come up to her the previous week even though she had been in a booth. Was there some small chance that she found Violet attractive too, that she had wanted to talk to her and wasn't just looking for money.

Whistles filled the air as two new dancers walked out on stage. Violet looked up from her drink, heart fluttering and grin spreading across her face as her green eyes met the golden eyes of the curly haired girl she had seen just an hour ago on the side of the road. She almost hadn't pulled over, she was in such a rush to get the club that she almost didn't do the right thing, but she had. Not always do you get a reward for doing the right thing, but oh what a reward she had been given this time. She had learned Honey's real name, Clementine. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl, she wanted to say it out loud but she was sitting alone and didn't want to look like a crazy person talking to herself.

Instead she sipped on her drink and watched as Honey lifted herself effortlessly onto the pole, holding on with her legs and letting go with her arms. She arched backwards as she spun, unbuttoning the top she was wearing, she let it slip over her shoulders and fly out of her hands in one smooth motion it landed on the stage.

Violet's cheeks reddened as she watched. She looked passed the cleavage and exposed skin, watching Honey's rehearsed movements and almost vacant expression instead. Unlike some of the other dancers Violet had seen come up, Honey worked with the music, not against it. While her aim was to take her off her clothes in the sexiest way possible, and if you asked Violet she was very successful at that, the honey eyed girl had an artistry about the way she did it. There was more to it than simply getting naked. The men holding out five dollar bills, trying to vie for her attention didn't seem to notice the depth to her movements, but Violet did. Honey was an amazing dancer. Sensual? Yes, but there was something more to it than that.

After a few songs, Honey collected the dollars that had accumulated on the stage and stuck them in her money bag, moving her stripped off clothes backstage before she began to work the crowd for lap dances. Violet looked away, unable to stomach the sight, hoping that Clementine remembered that she wanted to talk with her, that she would come around to her table, even though she was to the side and out of the way.

She wasn't disappointed when after thirty minutes had passed a drink clinked down on the table in front of her, "Huh?" She looked up in surprise, Honey shot her a wink, standing right beside her.

"Drink's on me, as a thank you." Honey grinned, holding a drink of her own.

"Can you sit for a minute?" Violet asked, voice shaking, hopes raised, she pointed to the empty seat across from her.

"Sitting's what I do best." Honey smiled, dropping down right on Violet's lap. The blonde's heart and breathing rate increased, "I'm sorry, is that not what you wanted?"

Incapable of words, Violet patted the small amount of empty space on the bench beside her. With a giggle, Honey slid off her lap and onto the seat. Violet attempted to scoot over to give the girl more room, but Honey threw an arm around Violet's waist and held her in place, "Don't go, I feel less lonely when you're beside me." She said, an earnestness in her eyes, before she likes away and took a long drink of dark liquid from the glass in her other hand.