Tuesday

"Kyle and Cody! Your mom's here!" Gwen heard Wally yell out with his booming voice. She looked up from the paint by number she was helping some young girls with. Wally was standing by the sign out desk near the door of the elementary school cafeteria. His tall, well built fame was balancing from foot to foot, his arms were crossed over his chest and as he laughed out, she knew he was flirting with the attractive mother of two. She had known Wally a long time and she knew his style. She clenched her jaw with frustration.

Kyle and Cody quickly ran to the back pack table and scooped up their bags, one with Spider Man on it, the other with The Incredible Hulk. Gwen walked closer to the sign out table, suddenly very anxious about Wally's flirting. The twenty five year old man was her friend and he was not only attractive physically, but women were usually very drawn to his personality as well. These things were usually ok with Gwen, but not today. Not with this particular woman. She didn't want Wally flirting with this one. But more than that, she didn't want to see this woman flirt back.

Gwen had memorized everything about Kyle and Cody's mom from the first day she had seen her. She had been fascinated by the slightly older woman with the cat like hazel eyes and dark shoulder length hair. Her name was Beth and she was the mother of two of Gwen's favorite kids at the after school program.

"Mommy!" The two young boys pounced on their mother with fierce admiration and love. Beth held them both up and hugged them even though their weight was obviously straining.

Gwen caught herself staring at the trio. Kyle and Cody meant a lot to her and she always loved to watch the display of affection between the boys and their attractive mother. As she watched Beth set the boys down, Gwen allowed her eyes to travel up and down the woman's slender, rock hard body. She swallowed back the lump in her throat and turned away quickly as Beth looked up and caught her eyes.

"Do you have kids?" She asked the younger brunette with the stylish, short hair cut. The younger woman had turned away and Beth had always found her to be rather shy.

Gwen turned back and smiled nervously, thankful that the woman hadn't known what she had been really looking at. "No I don't."

The smile was returned, and Beth wished she could get the younger woman to talk more. As Gwen smiled at her, the older mother of two felt her heart rate pick up. Gwen was a breath takingly beautiful young woman. Light brown hair, green eyes, incredibly fit and curvy body. Beth cleared her throat as she realized she had been openly staring.

"Well, I'd say you've got about 50 kids to help keep you busy in the meantime." She smiled again at the younger woman and wondered if she had a boyfriend.

"Mom, will you play Game Cube with me tonight?" Kyle asked up at her.

"Will you play with me too, Mom?" Cody chimed in as both boys tugged on their mom.

Beth lowered her eyes reluctantly from Gwen to look at her boys.

"After homework." She answered, winning herself a loud groan from both boys. "You know the rules, guys." She said, tousling their hair. "Now, come on let's go get some dinner." At the words, both boys quickly turned and sprinted towards Gwen, each one latching onto a leg.

"Bye Miss Gwen."

Beth watched with added interest as her sons affectionately said goodbye to the attractive young woman. Her boys sure did love the younger brunette, and when her boys liked someone as well as they did Gwen, she paid attention. The caregiver had a goodness about her, and a warmth towards the children that radiated.

As Beth watched her boys shower the woman with their goodbyes, her thoughts turned briefly to what it would be like to date the younger woman. A heat spread through out her body as she imagined coming home to her. To find her helping the boys with their homework, to then have dinner together, and then to be able to take the young woman to her bed. She shuddered as she imagined Gwen waiting for her in the bed, completely nude with her most intimate areas purposely covered with the sheets. She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to shake the powerful image from her mind. The thought was crazy and farfetched and she knew it. She could never expose her private life at the school, much less with the caregiver of her children. It would jeopardize the happiness of her boys, something she would never do.

She flushed at the thoughts and scooted the boys out the door, excusing herself with a quick wave goodbye.

Gwen waved back and watched the trio walk out the door. She walked up and glanced down at the sign out book, lightly running her fingers over the beautiful mother's signature.

"That?is one fine piece of pu-nanny." Her male friend let out under his breath just before he whistled.

Gwen didn't bother to look over at Wally. Instead she let her gaze linger at the door, the vision of the woman still very clear in her mind. Her alluring scent still floating in the air, tickling her nose, awakening her libido.

Wally nudged her a little, and she shook her head at her friend.

"I know." She managed to say as the taller man began to laugh at her obvious interest in the mother of two.

"You should go for it girl." He said, continuing to tease. He plopped down in the chair and placed his long legs up on the sign out table. "I knew you liked her. And you should, because I have taste."

He was eyeing her, waiting for her to punch him playfully in the arm or for a smart ass dig back.

But instead she stood in silence, not wanting to tease in regards to Beth. But she didn't know how to tell him that without revealing her strong feelings towards the woman. She studied her long time friend, unsure as to what to say. He sat there waiting, in his athletic shorts, t-shirt and tennis shoes. Eventually, she was released of the awkwardness as he turned his head and yelled at a young boy who was swinging his back pack at other kids.

"Brandon! Knock it off."

"Screw you, Wally." The eleven year old boy countered, dropping the back pack but not anywhere near the table where it belonged.

"Hey?time out now." He bellowed out. "That's right, on the wall buddy."

Brandon walked with his shoulders drooped over to the cafeteria wall where he sunk down to wait out his sentence, glaring at Wally all the while.

Wally then turned back to her and snickered a little. "He's why I'll never have kids."

"As if you need a reason." Gwen responded, knowing that her friend frowned upon anything that would tie him down. Especially children. In fact, she often wondered why he still worked with them. He had become more and more despondent with the kids the past year. Insisting upon the tasks that would keep him away from them, such as dealing with the parents at the sign out desk. At one time, she knew he had loved his job. The kids had awarded him the nickname Wally after he had made them watch Leave it to Beaver on T.V. as punishment one hectic afternoon. He used to love to joke around with the kids, but now she feared he was burning out.

"Hey, Gwen Stefani." She turned and watched Mike approach them from the playground exit. He was smacking his gum in his trademark way. And here comes the Beaver. She thought to herself with a laugh. "You gonna sing for me today, baby?" He continued to tease her, referring to her as Gwen Stefani, the lead singer of No Doubt.

"I told you you'll have to kiss Wally first. With tongue." She added. They were relentless with teasing one another, but they were always careful not to say anything inappropriate within earshot of the kids.

"Come to my party this weekend and I'll do it." He said, smacking Wally upside the head as he walked past him.

"You're having another party?" She asked with disbelief. The boy had a party every weekend it seemed.

"Yep." He said, adjusting his Nike visor so it sat crooked on his head. "Another naked party." Mike's naked parties were just what the name implied. No one admitted unless they were nude.

"Nice!" Wally said, clapping his hands together.

"You coming this time?" Mike eyed the attractive brunette, wishing his luck would win out this time and she would come.

"I'll think about it." She said, rolling her eyes, knowing she wouldn't show.

"Good enough for me." He said with a large smile and a wink. He plopped himself up on the table and swung his denim clad legs and his bright white K Swiss shoes. "Hey, did you guys listen to Stern this morning?" He asked as she started to make her way back towards the playground door. "He had this woman on there who could?"

"Nice!" She heard Wally call out as she left them behind. With three of them inside, she knew that left them one short outside. Something the guys never seemed to think about. She stepped out into the warm fall sun and daydreamed of Beth as her ears pricked to the happy sounds of children playing. As she made her way over to sit down on a picnic bench to watch the kids, she thought about how she wished she could get to know the attractive mother better. She had quizzed the boys casually from day to day, asking them standard questions, her curiosity always getting the better of her. And as it stood right now, she had learned that Beth was unmarried, had no boyfriend and that she was a "bone scientist." These revelations had done little to quench her thirst for knowledge about the beautiful woman. If anything, it had only increased her interest and her hunger for wanting to know more.

"Yo, Gwen. Logan's dad is here." Wally called to her over the walkie talkie. She picked up the megaphone next to her and called out for Logan who swung happily on the swings across the playground. As the boy jumped off, two young girls ran up to the table and snuggled up next to her, offering to paint her nails. With her focus back on the kids, the thoughts of Beth moved to the back of her mind.



Friday


Beth arrived that evening in a rush and a panic. She hurriedly helped the boys with their backpacks and looked worriedly at Gwen who was positioned not far from the sign out table, helping some of the kids color.

"I know this is last minute and strange but I'm in a bind." The attractive mother said quickly, her brow creasing with concern.

Gwen met her eyes, immediately attentive.

"Would you be able to watch my boys tonight? I would pay you of course. I'm really stuck here and my usual sitter bailed on me."

Gwen was at once startled by the proposal. And her heart raced as she realized that this was the perfect opportunity to get to know the boys and their mother better. She had been wishing for an opportunity such as this to arise. But she couldn't do it. Not tonight. She glanced down at the table as disappointment rushed through her.

"I'm sorry. I can't." She said, looking at the beautiful dark haired woman once again. And she was, truly sorry.

Beth smiled at her reassuringly. "Oh, well I had to try. I'm sure I'll find someone. Thanks anyways."

"I, happen to be available." Wally chimed in, winking at Gwen quickly before Beth turned to face him. Gwen glared at him, sending numerous daggers his way.

"No, not Wally." Kyle spoke up, sticking his tongue out at the tall man. "I want Miss Gwen."

The boys ran over to the young woman and began to hug her and beg, pushing out lower lips and batting puppy dog eyes.

"I'm sorry guys, I can't. Maybe some other night, ok?" She rubbed Cody's arms with reassurance.

"Sorry, Wally." Beth said, shrugging her shoulders. "My kids call the shots with their babysitters." She looked back to her boys and watched as they hugged the young caregiver goodbye. She smiled and tried to hide the disappointment she was feeling. For a brief moment her heart had swelled with the thought of returning home that evening and finding the beautiful woman curled up on the couch fast asleep with her boys. But now, as her little guys ran back to her, she wondered if the younger woman had a date. With her boys tugging on each hand, she frowned with the thought as she headed outside to her car.

As the girl next to her tugged on her sleeve, demanding her attention, Gwen wondered what Beth's plans were for the evening. The woman obviously was going somewhere on this Friday night, and it didn't include the boys. Her heart sank; maybe the attractive bone scientist was dating after all. As she absently began to help the kids color, Gwen tried to push the woman out of her head so she could concentrate on her other obligations. She had to work tonight, and she needed to start to mentally prepare.



The club that night was packed solid full with voyeurs. Most of them men, most of them already drunk when they walked in the door, having ventured from club to club on a Friday night. As long as they brought their money, Gwen didn't care who they were or why they drank the way they did.

She was there for one reason only. To take their money.

She had been dancing exotically for 2 years now and it paid very well. It paid so well, that she was down to dancing for just two nights a month, each night making enough to cover her rent and car payment for the month. Any extra she made went towards tuition for her Master's degree, as well as savings for a house. She was only twenty three and she had done fairly well for herself so far.

The dancing was just a job and she derived neither pleasure nor pain from strutting her stuff in front of men. When she was on stage, she turned into a machine. A dancing machine. The crowd full of sweaty men became a blur to her and then it was just her and the stage.

Sure, she got asked out all the time, but men held no interest to her. Most of the other girls at the club didn't date men either. They just used them for the easy money they forked out for a little ass shaking.

"Hey Gwen, guess who's out front?"

Gwen turned away form her reflection in the dressing room mirror and eyed the petite Jenny carefully.

"Who?" She asked, not really caring.

Jenny grinned at her with excitement and sat down across from her, ready to bust at the seams with the anticipation of what she was about to reveal.

"Ann." Jenny said, sitting up straighter, sitting on her excited hands.

Gwen jerked at the sound of the name, hating the way it made her uncomfortable. Jenny scooted closer to her and grabbed the black eyeliner pencil from her hand and then busied herself applying it on generously around her friend's green eyes.

"Are you sure it's her?" Gwen asked, trying to ready herself for the evening, and not appreciating the distraction Ann always provided.

"Oh yeah, it's her. And she brought friends." Jenny said with continued excitement.

Gwen moved her head at the statement and Jenny grabbed her face, steadying her, so she wouldn't poke her eye.

"Great, just what I need, a whole room full of Anns." She cringed as she thought of the aggressive bull dyke and her rough feeling hands.

"No," Jenny said, lowering the eyeliner to look at her friend. "Her friends are hot." She blew a large bubble with her gum as she shook her head in excitement.

Gwen thought for a moment and then turned to grab her blush, which she also handed to Jenny.

"Good, then at least you'll have some fun tonight." She remarked as Jenny sucked in the bubble with a loud whoosh. "Christ, I wish Ann would leave me alone. I'm not interested. Why can't she get that through her head?"

Jenny carefully brushed on the blush and examined her friend.

"Why does she get to you, Gwen? You don't bitch about the men who treat you the same way. Coming here every night you dance, asking you out, buying you gifts."

"Because I hold women to higher standards than I do men."

"Heh, well that's your own fault then. Women are better than men in most areas, I'll give you that. But when it comes to pussy, they can act just like men?aggressive and stupid and willing to do anything to get it."

Jenny finished with the blush and they stood as she snapped the back of Gwen's leather bra for her.

"Relax honey." Jenny said, rubbing her shoulders. "The woman likes ya. No harm in that." She turned the brunette around to face her. "Just smile and take her money." She said with a smile of her own.

Jenny gave her a quick kiss and left her friend alone to her thoughts.

Gwen stood in front of the full length mirrors and eyed herself carefully.

Her ensemble fit tight and the black leather pants showed off the sculpted muscles in her legs, while the bra pushed up her ample breasts.

She covered her leather bra and sculpted torso with the black leather jacket she slipped into and readied herself for the stage.

She stood clearing her mind, breathing deeply, ready to blur the crowd and leave herself all alone with only her mind.

She heard the seductive beat of Nine Inch Nails start up, followed by the deep voice of Bruce, their D.J.. She closed her eyes, awaiting the announcement of her name.

"And now, the one you've all been waiting for?The Citadel's very own. The lusciously lewd Lita!"

Gwen opened her eyes as she heard the crowd roar with applause and howling. Closer was her song and as she stepped out on stage, the crowd raised their level of noise with the recognition of Lita.

"Showtime" she said to herself with her back to the crowd. As she allowed the music to feed her soul, she turned with her head held high at her cue, and the crowd went wild. As she strutted down the luminous walkway, with her face held stoic, she could see the men jumping and hollering, waving their green money, while her mind blurred their faces, blurred their very existence. In part, that was one of the reasons why she was so popular. Her stripper persona was Lita, a tough biker girl who was rough with the men, treating them harshly as she ripped their money from their hands. She could look the men in the face and see right through them, her own minds way of protecting herself. She couldn't afford to see the men as human. It would taint the distance she so valued. It would make what she did too personal.

While Lita was a hard nosed bitch?the men absolutely ate it up.

As she clenched her jaw and allowed Lita to envelope her body for the first of the three acts that night, she stopped at the end of the runway and slowly unzipped her jacket. Her eyes scanned the blurring crowd, her mind focusing in on the green bills, waved in her direction. Each night she danced she followed the same routine. Not only with the dancing, but with how she worked the crowd. She went where the money was, concentrating her act in front of those who seemed to really want her there. The ones who forked out the most money. Some of the girls called it "milking." "Milk them for money, honey."

As she turned and walked, she flipped her jacket over shoulder and studied the best "milking" spots for that particular act. She worked her way around the entire catwalk, scanning the blurring faces, seeing right through the drunk and sweaty men. A cluster of people caught her eye and she threw her jacket aggressively aside and made her way to where the most money was. She stood directly in front of the shouting crowd and looked down upon them. While the faces were blurred, she could very easily make out the bust line of the large group of women. Taken aback a little, she quickly regained her composure as she realized this was the group that was with Ann, the loud butch that she could now here calling after her. As Gwen continued to move her body seductively, she counted the number of prominent busts she saw. There were seven of them. Seven screaming women, paying her to take it all off.

Gwen stopped in front of the women and slowly worked the snap of her leather pants. She bent down and plucked money from Ann with her teeth and then stood and billowed seductively as she tucked it into her g string. The women were screaming, egging her on and she watched as Ann retrieved and held out even more money to ensure that she would stay put. She remained in front of the women, holding her head high as she stood confidently in a wider stance. Then, as the song hit her other cue, she reached down and jerked the leather pants free at their Velcro seams. The crowd roared, the music thumped and she threw the pants aside fiercely, and watched the women with their hands full of money, loving her in the leather bra and matching g-string. She edged her way closer to women and stood stoically with her hips thrusted forward as they eagerly tucked their money into her g-string. As she glanced down, ready to move away, she saw that one woman remained further back, unable to reach her.

Lita reached down and aggressively pushed the women who had already paid aside, making way for the woman behind them. As the woman stepped up, Lita saw Ann place a fifty in her friend's hand, and then shoved her forward a bit. With money on her mind, Lita took a step back and then gracefully lowered herself to her hands and knees. Crawling forward slowly, she lowered her herself further in a snakelike move, touching her belly to the ground and then slowly pushing herself up to take the money from the woman with her teeth.

Green eyes suddenly locked with cat like hazel ones. Gwen remained in her yoga like position completely frozen. Beth stared back at her as recognition spread equally across her face. They stared at each other as Ann hooted and hollered, clapping her friend on the back. Gwen pushed herself back up onto her knees. She tried to shake Beth from her head but she couldn't. She watched helplessly as Ann handed Beth another twenty and pushed her forward. The woman seemed shy and she reached out with a trembling hand to tuck the money into Gwen's g-string.

With heat rising to her face, Gwen stood and continued to dance, quickly making her way to the other end of the catwalk. The music hit her other cue and she was almost too shy to remove her bra. She tried to blur the faces but she couldn't. Everywhere she looked she saw people. Panic set in and she removed her bra slowly, holding her head high as Lita would, but more so that she wouldn't have to look into the sweaty faces of the howling men. She dropped the bra with her back to Ann and Beth. She turned and sauntered the cat walk with her hands held over her breasts. The crowd ate it up, thinking it was part of the act.

As her song was nearing its end she lowered her arms and worked the pole. Her cover had been blown. But not just by anyone. By Beth. Not by Wally or even Mike, but Beth. A mother whose children were in her care. A woman she was attracted to. She did her last turn and then walked off the stage without turning to face the crowd.


Jenny followed after her like an excited puppy.

"Oh my God! Who was the woman? Do you know her? She is gorgeous!"

Gwen ignored her friend and began dressing. She pulled on her faded jeans and tank top and grabbed her bag and shoved her makeup and other belongings in it.

"Wait a minute, where are you going?" Jenny followed her to the back door.

"Home."

"You can't just leave. You have two more acts to do."

"Gwen!" A male voice sounded and she turned reluctantly to face Gino, the manager of The Citadel. She stood facing him, holding her gym back. Jenny gave her a look of fright before tip toeing away. "What the fuck was that?" He emphasized his words much like Joe Pesci would. "You ran out on your routine, covering yourself like some meek little school girl." He was holding out his arms with his palms up. His frizzy body hair swallowing his neck and arms like a fungus.

"I'm sorry, Gino." She said, rubbing her forehead.

"Sorry?" He asked completely confused. "What the hell's the matter with you?" He walked up to her, placing his shorter frame in front of hers. He reached out and affectionately cupped her face in his meaty hands. "Is somebody messing witch you? Did somebody do something out there to upset you?" He asked, his voice becoming angry at the suggestion. "Cuz if they did, so help me God, I'll?"

"No." She said dropping her gym bag to pull his hands gently away from her face. "It's me. I can't do this anymore."

"What?" He felt her forehead as if she might be sick.

"I'm done, Gino." She said softly.

"But you're the best kid. I got guys calling me from Vegas wanting you. You can't quit."

A young man who worked the club's security walked up and handed Gino a small stack of papers. He leafed through them quickly and then waved them at Gwen.

"See this?" he asked. "There's already ten requests here for lap dances from you. You know what I charge for a lap dance from Lita?" He asked as if she didn't know. "A hundred fifty bucks, that's how much."

"I know." She said. "I just can't. It's too personal now."

"Personal?"

"There was someone out there tonight from the school, Gino. She recognized me."

Gino knew what her other job was and frankly he had been surprised that she hadn't been made sooner. "So what?" He said shrugging.

"So that means my job is in jeopardy."

"So what?" he said again. "You can come work for me fulltime then."

"No. I don't want to. I want to be a teacher, Gino. I can't dance forever."

"The money ain't good in teaching. You'll make ten times more dancing."

"It's not about the money Gino. I'll admit, when I first started here it was. But I'm ahead now and I want out. I want to teach."

"You serious?"

"Yes."

He sighed. "Ok then. But you can't quit on me tonight. Finish out this weekend for me."

"But she's out there?"

"So what? She's here ain't she? That means she's into this sort of thing don't it?"

Gwen stood staring at him, his point hitting home. Oh my God. "She's here with Ann." She whispered aloud. And Ann's gay. Very gay.

"You mean that bull dyke that's got a woody for you? She's already asking for a private dance."

"I can't do that." She said. Not in front of Beth.

"Yes you can. You're gonna get out there and give those dykes all they want." He grabbed her face once again. "You're Lita, remember? And Lita ain't afraid of nothing. This woman you're so afraid of?if she's with Ann then she ain't no angel. She's just a big ole pussy eater like everyone else in this joint. So you go hold your head high kid. Make em wet." He slapped her firmly on the ass as he walked past her.

Gwen heard Jenny's act start up as she made her back out into the club. She glanced up at Jenny who was dressed as a librarian, complete with eyeglasses and books.

Gwen walked as confidently as she could, suddenly feeling very self conscious with Beth's presence. She looked down at herself. She was wearing her leather get up again. The tight fitting black pants and bra. All around her men swarmed, some calling her name, some offering her drinks, all wanting her attention. As soon as the men began crowding around her, one of the beefy club bouncers pushed his way through to escort her to the room where she made the most of her money. The private lounge was in the back of the club, heavily guarded and on the weekends, always occupied. While most of the girls had to make the rounds baiting men for the costly private dances, Lita always had a long line. She followed the bouncer to the dimly lit private lounge and waited as Susan, the club's elder and gate keeper, led her to her first client.

"Hey shuug." Susan greeted with her sixty something smoker's voice, offering Gwen an affectionate peck on the cheek. "Are you eating? Because you look too thin." She grabbed at the younger woman's arms and then her ribs.

"I'm eating, Suse." She reassured the club's mother hen.

"Be sure you do." She waved a finger at the brunette. "No one wants to watch a fucking skeleton dance."

Gwen shook her head and rolled her eyes as she followed Susan to the back of the private lounge. They stood outside the last room, each one partitioned by hanging beads. Susan leaned in and whispered rather loudly.

"I hate to tell you this kid, but that big dyke slipped me a hundred to get the first dance."

Gwen sighed and felt the heat return to her cheeks. Did Beth tell her who I was? As fear and anxiety threatened to invade her body, she remembered what Gino had said. He wasn't necessarily the most intelligent of men, but she knew he was right. She had nothing to be ashamed of. As she pushed through the hanging beads she readied herself for Ann.

With her shoulders squared and her jaw set she walked slowly to where the large woman stood with her back to Gwen in front of the enormous overstuffed chair in which her clients sat while she serviced them with a dance.

Ann turned with a grin as she heard the dancer approach.

"There she is." The butch said, unable to keep herself from looking the dancer up and down. "Hello, Lita."

"Ann." She remarked. "Nice to see you again." Just smile and take her money. Jenny's words replayed in her head.

"Likewise." She said as she approached the gorgeous dancer. "I'll see you soon." She kept her eyes on Lita as she made her way past her.

Gwen watched her curiously, completely confused. It wasn't until the butch exited the room that it dawned on her. Slowly she turned around, almost afraid to look to see who was in the chair awaiting her.

"Hi." Beth said rather softly.

"Hi." Gwen replied, instantly feeling her cheeks darken with heated blood.

"Would you like to sit down?" The older woman asked, scooting over a bit.

"No, I'm ok." Her heart pounded in her ears and she suddenly was unsure what to do with her hands.

"I was surprised to see you?" She said.

"Well, you found me out. I just always thought it would be Wally or Mike, or one of the fathers."

"You mean I'm the first one?"

"Yes."

Silence. Then, "You're very good."

Gwen rubbed the back of her neck and cleared her tightening throat.

"I, uh. I guess we should get started." How am I going to do this?

"Oh, yes, well. This was all Ann's doing. I didn't really expect you to ?"

"You don't want me to?" She asked, hope and relief washing through her.

"No. I mean it's not that I don't want you to, it's just?"

"Hey, you guys done yet?" Ann asked as she pulled back the beads to sneak herself a peek. When she saw the two talking she took a step into the room. "What's going on?"

"We're fine." Beth replied. "We're just talking."

"Talking? I didn't pay for her to talk to you for Christ's sake. Come on Beth, you need some mindless stimulation. Let her dance for you, she's great."

Beth stood from the chair and was about to voice a protest when Susan walked in.

"What's going on girls?" She whispered loudly.

"I paid for my friend to have a dance and they're in here talking." Ann tattled.

"No talking allowed." The gate keeper said, shaking her finger at Beth. "This isn't a shrink's office. If you want a dance then let her dance. If you want to talk, go home to your wife." It was obvious the line had been rehearsed many a times.

Beth looked at Gwen and gave her a warm smile. "I think I'll just wait outside for you Ann." She said as she tried to walk past her friend.

"Oh no you don't." Ann said, grabbing her by the arm. "I paid good money for you to have some fun tonight, and you're gonna get it even if it kills you."

Susan shushed the woman loudly.

"Ann." Gwen said stepping up to grab her rough hand. "It's ok. Leave us."

Ann looked at her completely smitten and then nodded and released her grip on Beth. She then gave her friend a wink and a firm pat on the back. "Go get em Tiger." She encouraged.

When the two were alone, Gwen motioned for Beth to return to the chair. The older woman did so hesitantly and Gwen could see just how nervous the woman was. At least I'm not the only one.

As Beth sat, Gwen walked up to her and bent down to speak to her softly.

"Relax, Beth. I'm not going to bite."

Beth laughed a little nervously. "I know." She said, rubbing her palms on her jeans.

"Do you like women?" Gwen asked, needing to know. She didn't want to offend the woman or make her uncomfortable by dancing for her if she wasn't gay. She had danced for several women in the few years she had been dancing, and only a handful weren't gay, but rather women who came with their men and were open minded about the whole thing.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you gay?"

"I?I."

"Do you not know?"

"Yes. I mean yes I know."

"Well?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"I'm gay. Why do you ask?"

"Because I needed to know whether or not it would offend you if I danced for you."

"Oh, no. I won't be offended."

"Good. You're nervous aren't you?"

"A bit. Aren't you?"

Absolutely. But if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right.

"Just relax." She said, careful not to voice her own nervousness. Instead, she concentrated on relaxing the older woman. Slowly, she eased herself down upon the attractive woman. She was scared beyond belief but short of running away and leaving the woman all alone, she didn't have much choice. As she balanced herself on Beth's lap, she took the woman's hands in her own. Gwen was always very careful to limit touch with her clients but Beth was a very big exception. The woman was trembling she was so nervous.

Gwen raised the woman's hands to her mouth where she lightly kissed her fingertips. Then, she stroked the insides of her fingers with her tongue as she ran her own fingertips lightly down the insides of the older woman's arms. She felt Beth shudder under her touch as she continued the sensual assault up to her shoulders, then her jaw line and finally her lips.

"Better?" She asked as she leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Mmm" Beth groaned.

"Good." She said as she stood to pull off her pants. As she dropped them by her side she watched the older woman rake over her hungrily with her hazel eyes. Gwen approached her once again and began undulating against her, moving her body in limber waves, rubbing herself against the attractive woman. She watched Beth's face, looking into her hazy eyes and she could tell the older woman was turned on. She heard the quick intakes of breath, felt her body tense beneath her own. She saw her cheeks flush, her lips darken with need.

With Beth responding to her, Gwen's routine private dance became anything but. With her own body reacting, she straddled Beth's thigh and began to move rhythmically against her. "Touch me." She insisted with a whisper as she took the woman's hands in her own, leading them to rest on her sides. "Please." She demanded as she moved against the firm thigh. "I need to feel you."

She watched Beth swallow hard at the words.

The mother of two quickly did as instructed, instinctively running the tips of her fingers up and down the woman's sides, awakening her skin. She could feel the younger woman hot and damp on her thigh. Her own needs pounded furiously between her legs, threatening to drive her mad with lust. She had wanted Gwen all along, which was why she had been uncomfortable with the idea of the private dance. For fear that her own attraction would boil over out of control, exposing herself to the younger woman. But now she didn't care if it did. Any and all reason was gone, vanished from her mind.

"Mmm?you feel good on me." Gwen said as she leaned to whisper in her ear. "I don't ever let people touch me like this." Her other clients were strictly ordered not to touch unless she moved their hands to do so. Even when she did move their hands, she only allowed them to touch her back.

"You don't?" Beth asked a little surprised. She had never had a lap dance before, and she had no idea what went on in these situations. One thing was becoming clear however, and that was how incredibly turned on she was. She could certainly understand why Gwen might not let the men touch her; it would probably be difficult for them to control themselves if she allowed it. She herself was ready to ravish the gorgeous dancer right there on the spot.

"No, I don't. But you?I want you. I want your hands on me." Her excitement was peaking as she continued to ride the woman's thigh. Pleasure mixed with sheer raw animal attraction melted her mind and she didn't care who saw or heard, she wanted this woman. She stopped momentarily and moved up further on the woman's lap, nestling her own leg against the crotch of Beth's jeans. "Can you feel me?" She asked as she began to move again.

"Yes." She rasped out. Gwen's leg was pressing firmly up against the seam of her jeans, rubbing her distended clitoris vigorously.

"Here, take off my bra."

"Are you sure?" She wanted to make sure the younger woman was ready, but more importantly she wondered if she herself was ready.

"God, yes. I want you to see me."

Beth reached up with nervous hands and unsnapped the leather bra. It fell slowly from the younger woman, revealing ample round breasts with beautifully large nipples.

"My God." She said, astounded. "You're beautiful." She had only been able to get a small glimpse of the dancer's breasts earlier when had been swinging on the pole. But now as she saw them front on and in full, she was completely taken aback by their natural beauty.

Gwen looked down at the older woman and touched her face. "So are you, Beth. I've always thought so." She brought the woman's hands up to her breasts, encouraging her to touch her. "Touch me, Beth. Touch me like I've always dreamt you would."

With the her hands trembling now with excitement, Beth began to touch the younger woman, softly, lightly. Feeling the warm weight of her beautiful breasts, feeling Gwen bounce beneath her hands as she grinded them both into a pleasurable Xanadu.

"I want you to know." Gwen said as best she could as she rocked into the older woman. "This will be my final dance. I will never do it again."

"What do you mean?" Beth asked, not understanding.

"This is it. After you, I don't want anyone else touching me. I don't want anyone else to see me."

"But?"

"Shhh." Gwen nibbled on her ear. "You don't understand. This is my last dance. A very special dance with a very special woman." She pulled back a little and then held the woman's face as she kissed her long and slow and deep.

"Mmm." Beth moaned into the kiss, feeling instantly ever more aroused with the soft warmth of Gwen's tongue.

Gwen pulled away slowly and gripped the older woman's shoulders. "Now, I want to come. I want to come on top of you and feel you come beneath me."

"Ok." Beth rasped, shaking her head.

Gwen looked down into the hazel eyes, pumping them both harder and faster. She arched her back, easing her breasts down upon Beth's face, at once feeling the woman take them in her mouth, suckling, nibbling, devouring.

The sensation fired through her like lightning and she rocked ever harder, hearing the woman groan and moan beneath her. She bent down, biting the older woman's neck, wanting to feel her, needing to taste her. She reached down with her hands and easily found Beth's nipples, pinching and stroking them through the fabric of her tight fitting shirt.

With her orgasm just about to spill over she felt Beth claw into her back and pull away from her breasts. She looked down at her, saw her eyes clenched shut, felt her body buck beneath her own. Gwen grabbed hold of the woman's dark hair and arched her back, thrusting five good long times, coming with the woman she had so long held an attraction for.

With her head held back in pleasure, Gwen cried out in a throaty howl and then collapsed against the older woman, who held fast to her, panting against her breasts.

"Jesus." Beth breathed out.

"Mmmm." Gwen moaned.

"Holy shit!" An excited voice from behind them called out. "Did what I think just happen happen?"

Gwen turned reluctantly to eye Ann. The woman stood with her mouth agape, her beefy arms down by her sides.

"Holy shit!" She said again as Gwen climbed off Beth to slip back into her pants. "I hope I get the same treatment. I'm next right?"

With her pants back on, Gwen walked back over to Beth and allowed the woman to help her with her bra.

"I gotta go." Gwen said softly into the face of the most beautiful mother she had ever seen.

"I know." Beth said, stroking her face.

Gwen leaned in and kissed her softly before she turned to walk up to Ann.

"I'm sorry Ann, but I just retired."

Ann stood stunned as Gwen walked past her. "What!"

"I'm retired." Gwen repeated, stepping through the hanging beads and then walking up to Susan. "Suse, give Ann her money back. I'm going home."

"You all done for the night, shuug? Not feeling well?" She eyed the younger woman and then pointed her bony finger at her. "I told you you need to eat!"

"I'm done forever, Suse." She said, kissing the woman on the cheek.

As she walked through the crowd, she could hear Ann calling out behind her as well as several remarks from horny, attention starved men. She smiled. Never before had she felt so free.


Monday


Gwen sat at one of the tables, helping the kids glue Popsicle sticks together to make little log cabins. She sat with her back to the door, too anxious not to look up constantly waiting for Beth. So she had moved, facing the heart of the school cafeteria, rather than the door. She appeared calm and relaxed, but her racing heart and mind told a different story.

She flinched ever so slightly as she heard Wally laugh. Her ears strained to hear who he was talking to. But then, her question was answered as Kyle and Cody bolted up from the table to run over to their mother. Gwen sat still, staring at her gooey Popsicle house. She could hear Beth greeting her boys and she could picture the hugs and hair tousling, having seen it countless times before.

She sat still, knowing she should say hello but too nervous to move.

"Gwen?" Beth asked softly, directly behind her.

The younger woman flinched again with nervousness and then turned.

"Hi." She said with a smile, while her eyes took in the sexy older woman. Her body flooded with adrenaline as she relived the dance they had shared on Friday. I can still feel you beneath me. Touching me, taking me into your mouth.

"I was wondering if you could walk with us out to the car?"

Surprised, Gwen stood and shook her head. "Sure." She said as she got a whiff of Beth's scent as they began to walk. The boys ran ahead of them in excitement and Gwen watched Wally make an obscene gesture at her under the table.

"You smell nice." Beth said, as they made their way outside towards the parking lot.

"Thank you." Gwen replied, looking at her. "I was just thinking the same thing about you."

"I don't think mothers are supposed to smell appealing. I think it's a rule or something." She laughed.

"Well the rule should definitely be changed."

"By the way, Ann's still fuming."

"For some reason that doesn't surprise me."

They stopped at the curb of the school parking lot where Beth's sedan was parked. Gwen watched and waited as Beth helped the boys climb inside and buckle up. The older woman then stood and shut the door, before returning to stand before the caregiver.

"So you really quit?" She asked, leaning on her car.

"Yes." Gwen replied, feeling the heat of the older woman's stare. Her body began to instinctively react, heating her cheeks and pumping her heart.

"Because of me?" Beth questioned with concern. "I want you to know I would never tell."

Gwen let out a sigh and shoved her nervous hands down in the pockets of her jeans.

"For a lot of reasons." She explained. "It was time. You just happened to give me a little nudge."

"That's too bad." Beth said, meaning it.

Gwen looked up at her, alarmed, searching the older woman's face. "Why?"

"I was hoping for another private dance."

Gwen studied her a moment longer, a little stunned. Then, as Beth smiled at her, Gwen relaxed and laughed.

"Somehow, I think that could be arranged." She said, wanting very much to give the woman a lot more than just another dance.

"Good. I'm glad to hear it." She stood from her lean. "In the meantime, how about dinner with the boys and me?"

"You sure that's ok with them?"

"Are you kidding?" Beth opened the car door. "Hey guys, you want to have dinner with Miss Gwen tonight?"

"Yeah! Yeah!!" They shouted with excitement in unison.

Beth turned back to Gwen with a sly grin. "So how bout it, Miss Gwen?"

"I'd love to."