Play the Leader

Past Messages

A/N: This a shorter flashback chapter

"Relax your hips more," The woman ordered, watching instructively from the sidelines as the brunette did what she could. She pursed her lips in concentration.

"You strut, you don't sway. Customers don't like that, they want it to feel... Real. Unique. If you're giving them all the same fake sway of your hips, they won't want you." She sighed, taking a few steps forwards, she placed both hands on the brunette's hips and began to physically guide her.

"Slow and steady."

She did so, allowing the taller girl to practically hold her hips and drop them when she was ready.

"You're too tense for this," She sighed, backing away from the girl.

"You're right," Clementine held the woman's hand in place at her hip, "Unravel me, why don't you?" She whispered, pressing her lips against the girls and holding the kiss for a few seconds before she pulled away, wrapping her arms around her neck and leaning into her, "I'm tired."

"I know," She wrapped her hands around her waist, rubbing them up and down her back with strong hands, "We've had a tough day, Clem. We can work on it more tomorrow. You really are showing improvement."

"Thanks... for looking out for me..." Clementine mumbled into woman's ample bosom, hardly hearing what she said, too caught up in how her hands seemed to know exactly where her tension was built up, "That feels nice."

"I've been doing this for a while, I know where the sore spots are." Zee grinned, moving her hands up to Clementine's neck, rubbing the spots that always bothered her after a long night at the club. The younger girl practically melted in her arms, "Us girls have to stick together."

Clementine frowned, "Why don't the other girls like me? I'm... I'm just trying to get by, same as them."

Zee sighed and steered the brunette onto her nearby bed, they sat side by side. Clementine looked at the older girl, sorrow in her eyes. The pain of rejection and loss clear in her amber orbs, "Hands up." Zee instructed, Clementine did as she was told allowing Zee to pull off the loose fitting shirt she had put on after work, "This." Zee said, looking at Clementine's body, clad in a bra and shorts, with admiration, "This is why the other girls don't like you. They know you're sexier than them, you project this 'go-to-hell' attitude that they envy. As soon as you get your strut down, you are going to be unstoppable."

"I don't want to do this forever Zee..." Clementine sighed heavily.

"Lay down. Relax." Clementine did, allowing Zee to position her, face down on the soft mattress, "You aren't going to do this forever," She reached toward her bedside table and pumped a bit of massage oil onto her hand, "but just because you aren't doing it forever doesn't mean you shouldn't do it well while you're doing it. If you're going to do it. Do it right." She rubbed the oil between her hands, evenly distributing it on her palms before she began working it into Clementine's tight muscles, starting with her thighs just below the hem of the brunette's short shorts.

"Zee?"

"Hm?"

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" She bit her lip nervously, "I hate asking but, see, I've been having these nightmares lately in the other room..."

"My bed is huge. Of course you can," She replied as she began to knead into the brunette's flesh while speaking. "What have your nightmares been about?"

"Just, streets, and... and whatever." She replied nervously.

Zee nodded and slowed down her actions, "Have they been about men? Dreamt of... the bad stuff?"