The Adventures of Gracinne Chandler in The Rusty Queen

By Julius Tyme

The premise for this book originates in the real world existence of criminal, human sex trafficking and enslavement. International law enforcement agencies report that every year as many as half a million young people worldwide, from all walks of life, are caught up and, victimized by people engaged in this activity. In the darkness of the brutality they face, this book offers a ray of light for hope as well as, awareness of the problem through fiction.

This adult erotic, action adventure fiction novel might also be described as empowering to women and, members of the L.G.B.T. community. The plot takes a young Black woman who is kidnapped by human sex traffickers, on a journey from victim to victory. During her journey she uses her body, talent and, wits to overthrow a major hinge-pin organization in a way that catapults her to international fame as a hero. Along the way, she is assisted by other women that have been enslaved, a doctor of dubious intent, and a pair of Gay men who are in the environment with desires to break free of the organization. The organization itself has been one of cloaked international infamy that envisions itself in control, with markets for its product worldwide and, its product is humans for the sex trade. All of the action takes place aboard a large ship as it transports our heroine and other victims, halfway around the world. Our heroine begins to learn more about her own potential as leadership awakens and, her maturity is forced to develop. The novel ends with our heroine being reunited with the woman she loves and, the beginning of a new life promising other adventures for her, and friends made along the journey.

What is unique about this story is that our hero is not the typical woman. Beyond her talent for entertaining, she was born with traits that in youth caused ridicule but, in adulthood makes her almost irresistible to men and, women alike. Some things about her unusual qualities are not understood by her and, are undiscovered by science. Together, these issues are the source of some future conflicts for her. Her difference is also a stepping off point into a realm of fringe science that increases the intrigue of the story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julius Tyme
• Release date: May 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9780996357104

Julius Tyme

Julius Tyme is a man that is just finding his literary voice in the genres of fiction, after a long career writing for government and business. He loves traveling and, observing people of different societies. He holds multiple university degrees and, has accumulated many stories to share from his experiences. He has lived for a time in each of four corners of the United States including Hawaii, but won’t say which he prefers. When not writing, the author enjoys hiking, bicycling and, playing Chess. He doesn’t smoke, but enjoys a good liqueur or Brandy. For more information about Mr. Tyme, read his Smashwords interview.

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THE ADVENTURES OF GRACINNE CHANDLER

IN

THE RUSTY QUEEN

By

Julius X. Tyme

Copyright © 2014 Metropolis Consulting and Books

Published by: Metropolis Consulting and Books at Smashwords.com

Cover art by S. L. Johnson and depositphotos.com

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ISBN: 978-0-9963571-0-4

DISCLAIMER

This book is wholly a work of fiction. It is intended for adult audiences 18 years of age and above. It contains text describing violence, adult language and, descriptive sexual situations. Although geographic locations may actually exist, all characters, and events are fictitious. Any similarity to situations, names or, descriptions of any actual person or persons, is solely coincidental. The Author, his agents or, publishers shall not be responsible for the distribution of this work to minors by others whom they have no control over. Distribution to minors under the age of 18 may be a violation in some states and/or, of federal laws.

Dedications

This book is dedicated to all of the people who suffer under the yoke of commercialized sex slavery that never get to enjoy life, self-actualization and, freedom from the oppression of their captors. It is also dedicated to those who boldly live alternative lifestyles in a country of freedom, but still suffer from discrimination by those who consider themselves faultless enough to make unqualified judgements of others. Further, it is dedicated to those who find the strength and ability to unite as a community and, overcome the obstacles placed before them.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Prologue

Chapter One

The Club

Gracinne’s First Hour

Gracinne, Seven Hours After Being Taken

Chapter Two

The First Twelve Hours After Being Taken

Toward Twenty-four Hours After Being Taken

The Thirty-six Hour Window

Forty-eight Hours into The Investigation

Mack’s Story

Chapter Three

Arrival

The Examination

The Pits

Chapter Four

Roxie

The Fight

The Captain

The First Show

Chapter Five

The Deceitful

Unwanted Sex all Around

Chapter Six

First Moves

Worshippers

Chapter Seven

Suspicions

The Pursuit

Complications

Tables Turned

Chapter Eight

Preparations

Saviors Closing In

The Final Dance

Truth Revealed

Chapter Nine

Rescue

Mile High Questions

A New Beginning

Reunion

Chapter Ten

Thirteen Months Later

About the Author

Other Books by this Author

Acknowledgements

My appreciation goes out to Vickie Johnson for performing a first reading of sample chapters of the manuscript and providing valuable reaction to them.

My thanks goes to the following people who provided feedback as BETA readers of first drafts of portions of the original manuscript to help me make the story more enriching and, interesting. Those people are Mrs. Asha Prince and, Mr. Vincent Damata.

Prologue

Science tells us that every creature on planet Earth is slowly evolving into what, one day the species will become. Once in a millennium, Nature or, God produces a mutation that expands the realm of knowledge about what is possible for life. Indeed, those mutations may be a glimpse into the distant future. Despite the odd occurrence, those who do not meld easily into the social systems are forced to live in the fringe communities existing in every system. Yet, the single human mutation can change the game in the lives of those who make their fortunes exploiting the weak, unaware, abandoned and, outcast of those fringes. Sometimes, a glimpse at the evolutionary tree into the future can actually be a look into the past and; it changes everything.

In the year 2023, not much had changed in social systems since 2010. The Palestinians were still at odd with Israelis. Muslims were still waging Jihad against Christians and, each other. In one conflict, Sunnis were the bad-guys. In others, Shiites were committing atrocities and, in others, Christian led militias were committing miniature Darfur like genocides. When one terrorist group was defeated, another rose in its place. They were all manipulated by the powerful greed of corporations, not governments. However, under the veil of secrecy, governments cautiously waged their own conflict with those corporations without upsetting the world’s economic system that depended upon their commerce. In the shadows of all, were the arms, drugs and, sex slave traffickers who operated to benefit from the intensifying conflict caused by continuing Climate Change.

Chapter One - KIDNAPPED

The Club

The lights in the club main salon were low enough to make anyone entering on a sunny day, need to stop so that their eyes could adjust. But it was ten o’clock at night. The main salon was now packed with men seated at every table. They were there for the foremost attraction and, a small drone of voices could be heard above music playing in an adjoining showroom of the club that offered a dance floor. At the front of the main salon was a stage raised a good four feet above the primary flooring. The center of the stage featured a dance pole, giving away that, this club was one of those where female strippers often entertained men. At the very back of the stage was a set of blue satin curtains that would part as acts emerged. The name of the club itself The Bottom Line, gave a hint of attractions appearing there. As in many typical stripper clubs, the seating curved around the front of the stage with the best seats right at the edge of the front of the stage, almost within touching distance.

Without warning, music began to play and, the lights were dimmed even more. The curtains began to part and a light from behind the curtains revealed a green jungle scene. A second dance pole was center stage near the middle of the scene decorated as if it was the trunk of a tree. Horizontal bars intersecting the dance pole with the added façade of leaves and branches gave it the appearance of a tree in the jungle. The music was modern but with an embedded Snake Charmers pipe commanding the pace. Suddenly a branch of the tree shook, attracting the attention of the audience. A spotlight slowly illuminated the shaking tree branch façade as it was slowly raised to reveal a woman lying face down prone on the right side horizontal bar. She was wearing a green bodysuit that was so tight it revealed every curve of her body. The spotlight revealed green hair, green eyelashes, green lipstick, green shiny sparkles on her face, a green feather boa and, a pair of green high six-inch stiletto heel shoes. It was easy to conclude that this light chocolate skin toned woman was imitating a snake.

With a smooth motion of her arms and, with her legs wrapping around the horizontal bar, she began to pull herself toward the vertical pole, but stopping mid-distance, she let the feather boa fall to the floor. She curved her body down beneath the bar using her arms and, with strong legs to support her weight, arched her back to peer out at the audience as a snake, sizing up an intended pray might do. Her arms then pulled her back up to the bar and, onward to the dance pole. As her hands grabbed the vertical pole, as if shedding her skin by magic, the bottom half of her skintight costume began to peel back from her waist to her feet. A twist of her hips as she pulled herself headfirst downward onto the pole, freed them to reveal a lighter green bikini, and bare legs. Somehow, the removal of the stretch fit bottom did not disturb her shoes. As her torso moved down the pole, she made the shift from the horizontal bar to the vertical pole one leg at a time. With legs and arms gripping the pole, she again arched her back while in motion to keep her face pointed and eyes focusing her gaze, on the audience. Slowly, deliberately she moved until she could place her hands flat on the floor then, continuing to grip with strong legs, she crawled from the pole and, lowered herself from the pole toward the crowd.

Once on the floor of the stage, in beat with the music, she rolled to her back then, arched up on hands and feet showing the flexibility of a contortionist, her gaze now closer to the front of the stage with a wicked smirk on her face. Taking one hand from the floor, she unzipped the top of her green costume. Her arched position caused scantily bikini top covered firm breasts to pop out from between the sides of the costume top. Her size thirty-nine D breasts caused all conversations in the audience to stop as they gave more attention to her performance. Rolling to her stomach, she then easily pulled her body up into a full Hand Stand. For the first time, the audience could see a full view of plump bikini clad hips leading to muscular but smooth, attractive thighs. She fully opened her legs in a classic gymnastic style accenting the muscles of her ass. No one even noticed the top of her costume as it fell to the floor from her arms. Turning around on her hands, she simply stepped out of the top then, she closed her legs just enough to allow lowering her feet to the floor, taking a cat like stance that presented her rear fully to the audience. She grabbed the top and, flung it over her shoulder to the right side of the stage.

Cheers of encouragement for her to ‘take it all off,’ were yelled out from the crowd. Dancing in her key event always caused Gracinne to get aroused. She could feel it happening and hoped, no one in the audience would notice a small wet spot forming at the crotch of her bikini. She was close enough to the front dance pole by design so that, like a snake striking at a pray, she lunged up and to her side, grabbing the pole high enough to enable swinging around it once fully. Grabbing the pole with one leg, she leaned out to one side, making her torso sway from side to side like a snake responding to the Snake Charmers pipe. Pulling herself up the pole, she entwined and clutched it with her thighs to lean hands free backwards toward the crowd, transfixing her gaze on the men at the table closed to the edge of the stage.

One of the men backhand slapped the shoulder of his friend sitting to his right with a big grin and, excitedly said to him, Look, she’s looking at you dude. She’s looking at you!

The man’s friend smiled, raised his glass and, winked an eye at Gracinne.

Gracinne, reached back and, released her breasts from the bikini top causing them to wiggle toward the men. That is when the men started throwing money up onto the stage and, some, dragged their tables closer, causing them to bunch up. She flung the top toward the table where she had fixed her gaze.

The men there and, at the table next to them to lunged up toward the bikini top shouting, That’s mine man, that’s mine!

The men next to those she had gazed at gave up before security guards arrived, relinquishing the prize to the others.

The friend of the winner at the table shouted out, I told you dude! I told you! I think she’s into you. You might have a chance with her!

Gracinne’s nipples were now covered only with a sparkling set of light green pasties. Placing her hands on the floor, she released her legs one at a time, from the pole into a cartwheel move landing her gingerly on her heeled feet. Using an Indian like Belly Dancing move, she imitated the famous Singer/Dancer Shakira. Gracinne caused the audience once again to be transfixed on her motions. Shakira was one of her female heroes and, she trained especially hard to copy those moves. She grabbed the sides of her bikini bottom and, undulating like a snake, lowered them to the floor. Stepping out of them with one foot, she flung the bottoms with her other foot to a table on the left side of the salon, three tables back from the stage. A cheering came from the crowd as three men jumped and struggled for the bottoms. Two club Bouncers moved toward the disturbance, lifting two of the three men from the pile. The man on the bottom had the bikini. Looking at it, he immediately saw the wet spot, put it to his nose and inhaled the scent then, screamed out in a victory yell. Swaying to the music, Gracinne looked in the direction of the yell and, grinned candidly. Then she closed her eyes, and turned her back to the crowd while bending over. With her hands on her knees and quick movements of her stomach muscles while relaxing her hip muscles, she caused her hip cheeks to open and slap together in a move often described in Black communities as ‘Booty Clapping.’ Whistles from the audience signaled their approval. The grand finale move was near.

Facing the audience, Gracinne opened her eyes and committed a full split to the rear with her right leg. Leaning forward, she removed her left shoe then, swinging her right leg around to the front, she removed her right shoe. They were too expensive to throw out to the crowd. Although on occasion, a man would throw a large enough tip up onto the stage that she didn’t care about the cost of the shoes. At six feet two inches tall and, with body measurements of thirty-nine inch chest, twenty-six inch waist and, forty inch hips, some people were intimidated by the size, beauty and gracefulness that, Gracinne demonstrated in her performance. It was part of her charm. Another part of her charm was her hazel entrancing eyes that, some men said seemed to reflect flame when the light hit them just right. She inherited her eyes from her father, a man of Asian descent that, she never truly got to know. The finale move would reveal what everyone who comes to the club to see her waits for. They come to see something whispered about, something rare, hardly ever seen, but the one thing that makes Gracinne special. She leaned back and grabbed the sides of her G-string, Raising both legs straight up toward the ceiling. She used stomach muscles to lift her hips to move it past them. The men at the front tables could clearly see the bottom half of her as she then bent her legs to move the G-string past her knees to her feet. They could barely contain themselves because Gracinne was now near fully aroused and wet between the legs. The men shouted, jumped up and down at their tables while at the same time attempting to stare at her crotch. Having performed the act every weekend over the last year, Gracinne knew what to expect. The club bouncers did too. They had already moved toward the front of the stage. There was no touching of the girls allowed, whether waitresses in skimpy outfits or performers. The rule was a little different on the dance floor side of the club. There was a door between the two rooms to clearly divide activities held in each.

With her legs still pointed straight up, Gracinne raised her upper body and with arms reaching, grabbed the inside of both legs. She began to open her legs slowly. The move required a lot of stomach strength but, would allow her to see the audience reaction as they stared back at her. First, there was puzzlement on the face of the men who had never seen the act before. Those people, who had previously seen the show, usually did not crowd the stage but often, began laughing at the men who were new. As her legs moved farther and farther apart, all mystery about her nature quickly dissolved in the view. Her vaginal muscles could not retain what was inside of her.

The men in the front suddenly jumped back; some falling over those behind them. Someone shouted, What the fuck, man! Is she a man? What is she?

Others cheered and shouted approvals. Gracinne had a vagina, and a penis attached just above the hood of her clitoris. Even more money was thrown toward the stage. The man that had captured her bikini bottom threw it on the floor and, was being laughed at and, pushed around by his friends. He was making spitting motions with his mouth and, rubbing his face with the arm of his shirt. The man, who had caught her bikini top, had wrapped it around his head and, threw kisses at her. His friend could only stare with his jaw dropped. Gracinne knew it was time for her to go. With legs spread wide apart, she did a backwards roll into a full split, jumped to her feet facing the crowd then, spun around and, as the spotlight followed, boldly sashayed toward the back of the stage. The curtain closed behind her.

What Gracinne didn’t see as she walked away was the six foot six tall, heavily built man who easily pushed aside the revelers to pick up her bikini bottom. He quietly watched her hips alternately jiggle as she walked away and, put the bottoms to his own nose, taking a deep breath. Once the curtains closed, he pushed aside a couple more men loitering around in conversation about Gracinne, as he walked to a wall booth at the very back of the club. There, he handed the bikini bottom to another man sitting in the booth.

Merci Gregor. The man took the bikini, and smelled it. Umm, even her perfume is exotic, he murmured. He then reached up to grab the collar of the leather waist length jacket Gregor was wearing and whispered, I want her. Do you understand?

Gregor nodded took the bikini bottom handed back to him by the man, then walked away.

Gracinne was tired but still aroused. As she reached her dressing room, she could feel wetness running down one of her legs. She opened her door and, went to the sink in the room. Wetting a washcloth with warm water, she placed it over her vagina, holding it there for a moment with a sigh. Then she wiped her legs and, folding the cloth in half, she wiped off her semi-erect penis. She looked at herself in the mirror and, peeled off the false eyelashes then, pulled off the green wig, revealing her streaked layers of brown hair. Letting the water run, she washed the green sparkles from her cheeks and neck. Then, she decided she should fully shower. The shower in her dressing room was barebones. Only a shower curtain, a showerhead and, a hole in the floor minimally divided from the rest of the room. With washcloth in hand, she pulled off the pasties, released her hair from the pressure cap and pins holding it in place and, entered the shower. She pulled the curtain closed, turned the water to a steamy heat and began to wash the rest of the paint from her body. The water was relaxing until she felt a set of hands reaching from behind, squeezing her breasts. She screamed a startled scream and jumped away. At once she heard a gentle high pitched voice also scream in reaction. Gracinne looked down to see her five foot two inch friend Ilene’s nude body, with eyes wide, clutching her own shoulders.

It’s only me Gracie. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you.

Gracinne looked down at her, twisted her lips to one side in disapproval and said, Girl, what do you think you are you doing?

Gracinne was twenty-two years old. She was street smart and, had a troubled childhood. As the child of a single parent as many Black children in her community back in Detroit, she often found herself in fights with other children during her school years. Most often because she was subjected to the childish bullying, name calling and, pranks pulled by other children until she built a reputation as a tough one. ‘You freak, freak, freak!’ was the most often charge leveled at her. Because her mother was Black and her father was Asian, the other children in the Hood also liked to tease her by combining the words Black and Asian, saying them together as a single ghetto made up word, ‘Blackasian’ to describe her. Yet, it was that combination of her DNA that also gave her the unusual Asian appearance around her eyes. It was something seen in few Black women. It gave her face an appearance as an adult that few men could resist making a double-take look the first time they see her; before their eyes wandered down to her perfect body form.

At the age of eight years old, her mother started sending her to a small Chinese martial arts school in the evenings. She studied Tiger and Crane forms of Kung Fu; a system developed by combining techniques from ancient northern and, southern regions of China. She also studied oriental grappling techniques. One year after that, she broke the arm of a bully that had just moved into the neighborhood and, was trying to build her own reputation. Girls were not the only ones she had to defend against. Boys often tried to feel her round plump bottom and, crotch to verify if the rumors they heard were true in school. The results of her self-defense efforts often ended in suspension from school but, her mother helped her keep up with studies, insisting that she had to learn to take care of herself in the world. She took the lessons until she reached age seventeen, achieving Second Degree Black Sash status. Her Chinese Sifu hired her to be Assistant Instructor but, it just didn’t pay enough. However, it was where she met her first girlfriend. She never engaged in smoking Pot or, even drinking booze on the Down-low like other kids. She also, never had a boyfriend, even since she left Detroit at the age of nineteen.

She left after her mother threw her out of the house because she caught Gracinne having sex with the girl she met at martial arts school, in her bedroom. Her mother was stanch about her sticking to her identity as a girl, which meant she could only have boys. Her mother always said, ‘It was the Christian thing to do.’ However, beneath the denial, Gracinne suspected that, there were other reasons. She didn’t know why her parents chose not to subject her to surgery and decide her sex for her, as an infant. The topic was never discussed in her household. As she grew older and her sexuality began to awaken, Gracinne didn’t find a drawback in having both sex capabilities. Her mother pretended not to understand why, with all her beauty, Gracinne attracted more girls than boys. She always referred to Gracinne’s penis as; an appendage. Until her mother caught her with her girlfriend, she never had a clue that Gracinne’s penis was more than just an appendage. The same month that she got kicked out; after staying with her girlfriend for a short while, Gracinne borrowed bus fare from her, to go to Florida. She had some cousins living in Naples. One of them introduced her to the Boss at The Bottom Line Club. That club was the first Gay club in the small city of Fort Myers. She had no hesitation about dancing there and, when the Boss saw her audition, he hired her on the spot. Since working at the club, she had many proposals for dates and, in a couple of cases, even unqualified marriage, from men.

Gracinne had developed her dancing skills by practicing moves she saw on television and, going to school dances. Her favorite dance show was So You Think You Can Dance. She only went to dances with her girlfriends, but because she was always dressed in the most enticing clothes she could find to accent her body and, her face was so near perfect, boys always danced with her before they caught wind of any rumor. Her deal with the Boss for The Bottom Line act was that, he would pay her six hundred dollars a week plus tips. She would buy all of her own costumes and, he would rig the stage settings. She could make more than three thousand dollars a month easy before taxes. Since the Boss didn’t report any tips, she only paid taxes on her paycheck total.

Gracinne’s plan was to bring her girlfriend down when she got settled. That plan changed when she met Ilene. She didn’t want to hurt her Detroit girlfriend, it was just that time and, separation distance did what it does too many couples. Ilene was only eighteen but, had worked in the club as a waitress since that eighteenth birthday. She, like everyone else that worked in The Bottom Line Club knew that Gracinne was a hermaphrodite.

Ilene was a wild giddy, bubbly little short haired blonde with dimples on her cheeks and, a body that would make her just as good a candidate for erotic dancing as any. Even, with her smaller thirty-seven inch bosoms, her perky thirty-eight inch bubble bottom and, cute face, she was very attractive. Ilene’s parents had been killed in an airplane crash when she was seventeen. Without guidance, she wasted the insurance money she received from the accident and, had to go to work but, could not get any other job as a high school graduate.

Now, with a childlike frown she dropped her arms and whined the words, Gracie, you just looked so beautiful and, strong on stage tonight, I wanted to jump up there and eat you alive. And oh, I left your tips on your dressing table.

Gracinne looked down and shook her head. Then she said, First of all, you know nobody calls me Gracie. Secondly, don’t ever sneak up on me like that again. You might get yourself hurt, and I might have a heart attack. Thirdly; oh, just come on, give me a hug.

Ilene looked up with her green eyes and with a big smile, grabbed Gracinne around her waist, squeezing her as tightly as she could. Gracinne wrapped one arm around Ilene’s back and gently pressed Ilene’s head against her chest. The water sprayed down Gracinne’s back. Already still half aroused from the dance, she could feel herself hardening.

Ilene felt it too and, giggled. Grabbing it with one of her hands, she joked, Oh, it’s not ready yet.

Ilene then slid her hands down the back of Gracinne until each hand was on one of Gracinne’s bottom cheeks. She let Gracinne’s hardness brush across the cheek of her face then, Gracinne moaned. After only about a minute of attention, Gracinne gently pulled herself from Ilene.

Ilene sheepishly looked up at her and asked, Are you ready for me now?

Gracinne stooped down and wrapped her arms around Ilene’s waist, literally lifting her from the floor. "Girl, I am sooo, ready!"

Ilene wrapped her legs around Gracinne’s waist and, her arms around Gracinne’s neck. Gracinne planted a long kiss on Ilene’s lips.

The dressing room had a small recline couch hidden behind a curtain across the room from the shower. At the foot of the bed was a rack of all the costumes she had purchased to wear during her acts. Dripping wet and all, Gracinne carried Ilene to the recline couch and, gently laid her down on it.

Ilene whispered, Can I be on top this time Gracie?

With that, Gracinne with one arm, lifted Ilene slightly up and rolled under her. Ilene adjusted herself atop of Gracinne. Reaching between her legs, she straddled Gracinne. They didn’t think they were in love. Yet, Gracinne had strong affection for Ilene because, she was unassuming and, seemed to retain innocence about her ways despite working in a club full of often lecherous and, dirty men plus; she was not hard on the eyes at all. Ilene also kept her laughing with what seemed to be an unmatched sense of humor. Ilene looked at Gracinne and found a person who was friend, mother, father, and lover all rolled into one. She knew there was no matching that; with anyone else. With Gracinne inside her, they were involved in a deep kiss when they heard a knock at the dressing room door.

They were both startled by the knock and, stopped in mid-stroke and, kiss. Gracinne called out in an irritated voice, Who is it?

The person at the door answered, It’s Mack Miss Chandler. I gotta message for ya. Mack was one of the club bouncers.

Ilene bowed her head over Gracinne’s chest and moaned in a complaint, Oh . . . !

Gracinne put the fingers of her hand just under the tip of Ilene’s chin and lifted her head, looking into her saddened eyes. This will only take a moment. You stay right here, she said.

As Gracinne sat up on the bed, Ilene slumped down on it, burying her face in the pillows. Gracinne playfully slapped Ilene on one of her upturned hip cheeks, making Ilene jerk giving a little yelp into the pillows. She then grabbed one of her robes from a wall hook and went to the door.

Mack was a stocky, muscular five foot ten inch man from the Bronx’s in New York.

When Gracinne opened the door, he said, I’m sorry to disturb you, but-ta, there’s this guy in the audience in the main salon that saw your act. He wants to meet you, says he has a business proposition for you.

Gracinne gave Mack a disappointed look. Mack, you know I don’t go out and talk to anyone in the club. There are a lot of guys that want to meet me for one reason or another.

Mack replied, Yeah I know, I know, butt-ta this guy is offering you a C-note right up front. He pulled a one hundred dollar bill out of his pocket and reached to hand it to Gracinne.

She looked at it, and then asked, What, is this guy trying to fuck me for the night, or what?

Mack said, Honestly, I don’t know butt-ta, I cleared it with the boss. He said if you want to talk to the guy then, it’s ok as long as one of the club guys is there with you.

Gracinne looked at the money. He’s a big spender huh?

Mack shrugged, Hey, the guy gave me a C-note too, just to bring the message to you.

Gracinne sighed and leaned against the edge of the door. She didn’t invite Mack in because it was against house rules. Relationships between bouncers and dancers inevitably led to domestic violence among the staff.

Gracinne looked at Mack, sighed again, and then said, Ok, tell the guy I’ll come out to meet him but, I need a few minutes to dress and freshen up.

Mack replied, Ok Miss Chandler, I’ll tell him, then I’ll meet you by his table. Okay?

Gracinne nodded and, Mack started to walk back toward the front of the club. Gracinne watched him walk away.

As she started closing the door, she heard Ilene curse, Oh . . . ! Shit Gracie, now what are we gonna do about our hot kitty-cats?

Gracinne chuckled and said, Oh girl, hush and come here. Then she stopped mid-stride, placed her left hand on her hip and waved her other hand from left to right giving a matter of fact retort, As I seem to remember, a minute ago, the only kitty-cat getting any attention was yours. She then continued walking over to the sink.

Ilene couldn’t let the comment go so replied, Yeah, I know but, we were just getting started.

Once again, Gracinne was washing herself with a cloth from the sink. Now rushing, Gracinne glanced in Ilene’s direction. Ilene was dragging her feet to get to Gracinne.

Gracinne grabbed her purse, stuffed the one hundred dollar bill into it then, glanced at Ilene again saying, Come on now.

Ilene then rushed, but being only a few feet away, stopped suddenly directly in front of Gracinne. She quickly reach into the robe that Gracinne was wearing, put her hands around her and, pulled Gracinne’s hips toward her until Gracinne’s member was pressed up between them, then she sucked one of Gracinne’s breast nipples into her mouth.

Gracinne protested lightly, Uh-uh, stop it, now!

She pulled her hips away and, grabbing Ilene by the shoulders, held her back to free her nipple from Ilene’s mouth. She paused for a moment and, took a deep breath to regain her composure from the shot of pleasure Ilene had just given her. In one hand, Gracinne held a set of keys, which she placed in one of Ilene’s hands.

Then she said, You know where I live. Here’s the apartment key. I have some drinks in the bar, ice, and a much better shower in my bathroom. You go there and, I will soon be right behind you.

Ilene smiled, stood on her tip toes to give Gracinne a quick kiss. This is the first time you have invited me over for the night.

Gracinne looked at Ilene with a doting motherly look and said, I know, now go get ready. This won’t take me that long to handle.

Still holding onto Ilene’s shoulders, she turned her around toward the door and, slapped her on the ass to get her moving in that direction. From the time they had begun seeing each other, until that moment, all of their rendezvous had taken place at Ilene’s apartment or, in Gracinne’s dressing room.

Ilene jumped playfully, giggled and, rubbing her butt, grabbed the robe she had entered the dressing room with, but dropped on the floor when she got into the shower with Gracinne.

Suddenly Gracinne remembered something. She frantically waved her hand in Ilene’s direction, urgently saying, Oh, oh, oh, Ilene!

Ilene stopped and asked, Yeah?

Gracinne went on, clock out for me darling.

Ilene said, Ok. Then she continued out of the door. All of the other employees that were not entertainers had personal lockers in another room, at the back of the club. That is where Ilene had to go retrieve the waitressing clothes she had worn, that night while on shift.

As the door closed behind Ilene, Gracinne turned her attention to getting dressed. All of Gracinne’s panties were made with a special cradle for her penis located behind a rigid but soft panel in the front. This allowed her to position her member against her abdomen without it shifting and, prevented prying hands from feeling anything other than her vagina if they were bold enough to grab a handful of her crotch. She chose a red tight almost G-string cut pair that let the cheeks of her ass pop out. Then she chose, a black garter belt, black shear stockings, a burgundy red short skirt, black lace brazier, a simple white button up blouse and, a pair of black three-inch stiletto high heel shoes.

Sitting to look into her dressing room mirror, she had to decide what makeup to put on. When off work, she had one of those faces of natural beauty that didn’t require much makeup. Her eyelashes were a good natural length, but she added some mascara, eyeliner and, eye shadow anyway, to create that dramatic, smoky look men like. She didn’t like bright red lipstick, so she put on a subdued red, pressed her lips together to ensure evenness of the color. Then she made a mock kiss at herself in the mirror. Gracinne loved the