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Fleur Ch. 01

By: BrettJ



by BrettJ (c) 2013

Fleur DeLisle was the most popular dancer at the Club Paradisio. There was no disputing that. She was such a draw that the Club paid her extra not to dance at any other clubs in the area.

Some of the other dancers were jealous of the 5'9" blonde that had moves that none of them could match. The cattier of the women tried to start all sorts of rumors about her.

They said that Fleur's tits were fake, the results of a very expensive boob job. No one had tits that perfect.

No one but Fleur. Her breasts were a round and natural 36C and no surgeon had ever laid a hand on them – not that Fleur would have objected to dating a doctor. In fact, Fleur's breasts looked even larger at times, because she adored wearing corsets that pushed them up. She often wore some of the most imaginative clothes on stage. Fleur loved attention and had since she was a young child. She did whatever she could to get people to notice her – and it usually worked.

They claimed that Fleur was her stage name and her real name was probably something plain like "Jane" or "Mary".

Fleur was Fleur DeLisle and had been born to a Parisian mother and a father who should have kept it in his pants. He had another family and Jeanette DeLisle had to raise her two daughters as best she could on little or no money from Fleur's absentee father. When she entered her teens, Fleur was a bit angry that her mother had been stupid enough to give it away to such a man. How could she have been so stupid as to allow herself to get pregnant not once, but twice? Fleur adored her mother, but thought her weak. Had it not been for the fact that Fleur adored her sister Coquette, she likely would have left home far earlier than she did.

Other rumors said that Fleur worked so hard to earn money for a drug habit, not true. Fleur rarely even drank alcohol and she didn't smoke, a cigarette had never even passed her lips. Because she lived in a fancy apartment, the rumors persisted that Fleur was a rich man's mistress. THAT one got to Fleur. After the hell her mother had gone through, Fleur would be beholden to no man – or woman. Fleur did girl-girl shows that were volcanic and some of the dancers claimed she was "gay for pay". That had been true in the beginning, but as Fleur continued to work and meet beautiful women, she began to look forward to working on stage with them. On a rare night with one too many glasses of wine in her, she was seduced by her mentor and discovered that women were where it was at. Today, more than half of the people who shared Fleur's bed were women. A man had to have something intriguing about him to catch Fleur's interest, but she was around desirable women all of the time and had her pick of them.

There were only two things that were phony about the 25-year old stripper and Burlesque dancer. The first was her hair. Fleur loved to experiment and aside from her original blonde, she had been a beautiful auburn haired vixen, a fiery redhead and for a few weeks, a raven-haired Lilith. Currently, her hair was a funky shade of violet and the girls who were her friends had loved it.

Fleur moved around the stage as if she owned it. It felt as if a thousand eyes were on her, although the club's maximum seating was only 250. There were a lot of sexy women in the audience as there always were when Fleur was performing in town. It was nice for her to have a regular place to live and work after a lot of lousy years.

Fleur still had bitter and resentful feelings towards her mother. Jeanette had tried her best in the early years, but two children and no husband took its toll on her. Unlike Fleur, Jeanette did like alcohol – a bit too much. By the time that Fleur was 14 and her sister was 9, their mother was drinking a bottle of wine a day. Her once-stunning looks were fading fast. A mind that could have accomplished so much was dulled by the spirits. It was left up to Fleur to do a lot of the parenting of Coquette. With the help of a few friends and some counselors at school, Fleur managed as best she could. By the time she was 16, Fleur realized that she was fighting an uphill battle. She reached out to her father and hoped she could guilt him into helping. It didn't work and finally, Fleur knew what she had to do. With the assistance of some Legal Aid workers, Fleur had herself legally emancipated. She then called Child Services and had them take care of Coquette. One night, a few weeks later, Fleur left town.

Fleur worked hard to support herself and pay her own way, taking as little charity as she could manage. She got a job cleaning up in a beauty salon and did as many extra things as she could to earn tips, banking most of it and only allowing herself a treat, like a movie, only every so often. She didn't date much because boys her own age were boring. They still lived at home and she ran her own life.

One of her customers turned out to be a former stripper. "Come and talk to me when you turn 18, honey," Qiana told her. "I think you have the potential to be a real earner. The clubs I worked in weren't at all sleazy. Each one was top-notch and it isn't a sin to show your body when God gave you one like that."

At first, Fleur resisted, but when she saw the apartment Qiana lived in, she rethought her position. Qiana proved to be a true and loyal friend. "Move in with me, sugar," she offered the girl. "I'm only home a couple of weeks a month and you can look after my cats and water the plants and I'll only charge you half the rent you pay for that cracker box you live in now." Fleur hugged the attractive black woman so hard she almost knocked the wind out of her. Qiana worked as a buyer for a lingerie chain and it had been she who had taught Fleur her sassy and sexy sense of style. When Qiana moved to LA a few years back, she sublet her apartment to Fleur. That's when she met her second great friend, her landlady and mentor, Shelby. Like Qiana, Shelby had been a dancer, only she had been a showgirl. Now that Fleur was about to turn 18, she had decided to try and earn a living as a dancer. Like anything Fleur set her mind to, if she was going to strip, she wanted to be a GREAT stripper. Shelby was only too happy to teach the younger girl how to move and use what she was given.

Fleur reached out to Qiana in LA. "I've decided to take your advice and work as a dancer," she said to her friend. "I'm going to set myself up with some costumes and Shelby's been training me with some killer moves," Fleur told her. "Is there a club you can recommend to me? I want to audition at a club where I can knock them dead."

"Good for you, sweetie," Qiana said, her cheerful voice making Fleur feel a little less lonely. "Get in touch with Julie at my old store; she'll give you a good deal on wardrobe you can use for your act. As for a club, I know just the one. Go see Anton at Club Paradisio, he's a class act and he's happily married, so you won't have to worry about a casting couch."

In truth, Fleur wouldn't have minded a bit of "casting couch action". She was still a virgin and realized that she was a highly sexualized young woman. Learning how to dance with Shelby had made her realize that. She loved watching Shelby move and she also liked to show off her own moves. Fleur worked hard to look after her body and she wanted someone to notice.

Her audition led to the second phony thing about the young dancer. Club Paradisio was everything Qiana had said it would be. The minute Fleur walked through the door, she felt at home. It was immaculate, bright and shiny with a huge stage and lots of space. The lighting was top-notch and it appeared that the sound system was as well. Fleur really wanted to work there. There was a problem with that.

The club served alcohol and the drinking age was 19. Fleur wouldn't be allowed to work there. She decided to risk fibbing about her age. She asked for Anton and when he came out to meet her, she almost fainted. He was stunning, as handsome as Cary Grant and tall and elegant. He was married and off limits, too bad! "What may I do for you, Miss ...?"

"My name is Fleur DeLisle and my dear friend Qiana told me that I should come and see you," Fleur said, trying to hide both her excitement and her arousal. "I'm interested in becoming one of your dancers."

"Ah yes, she called and told me you'd be coming to see me," the handsome drop-dead hunky boss said. Fleur could barely think, his voice was as sexy as the rest of him. "Is Fleur really your name?"

"Yes, my mother was French," Fleur told him. "Everything about me is all real," she giggled. "Although my natural hair color isn't blonde with orange streaks."

Anton laughed and invited her to sit down. "You're certainly lovely enough to work here, but why become a stripper? Why not model for a lingerie catalog or something?"

"Qiana did it a few times, she says it's boring. Too much standing around. I love to dance and I work hard on my moves and on my body. I want to show them both off and Qiana says you're a class act all the way. Please, may I audition for you?" Fleur asked.

"I'd be a fool to say no," Anton smiled, making Fleur feel like a puddle. He motioned to a very handsome man who looked to be close in age to Fleur. "Steve, this young lady wants to audition. Can you set her up with some music?"

Fleur barely remembered her audition. She went through it on auto-pilot, wanting to impress Anton and feeling him and Steve watch her. She knew she had done well because they were both on their feet and cheering loudly. "Wow," Steve said as he helped her off the stage. "You moved like you owned the stage."

Anton nodded and took Fleur's hand. "I think she will, given time. You're hired. As I said, I'd be a fool if I didn't hire you. Come back Monday and I'll introduce you to the girls. Please tell Qiana I said thanks."

When she called Qiana back to thank her and relay Anton's message, Fleur asked "Why didn't you tell me that Anton was the most handsome man in the world?"

Qiana laughed and said "Because then you would have been even more nervous. Did you want me to tell you how good he is in bed, too?"

"You bitch, you've slept with him?!"

"We were an item before he hooked up with Dyan," Qiana sighed wistfully. "He's the one that got away. Didn't I ever tell you why I left dancing?"

"No, you didn't."

"You just met him. Not all strippers are cold, calculating, hard bitches, Fleur baby. Some of us have hearts and he broke mine," Qiana said. Fleur could hear the pain. "Work hard for him baby, but don't fall for him. He's a one-woman man and I just wish I could have been that woman," Qiana said with regret before hanging up.

Fleur took her friend's advice and decided to keep things all business. She went to work Monday and introduced herself. She met some of the girls, some she liked right away, some she wasn't sure about and some she knew immediately would be bitchy. She also befriended Steve, sensing a good relationship with the DJ would serve her well. It did. He became her biggest booster and made sure she got good sound and good lighting. By the end of her first week, word had gotten around that Club Paradisio had a new dancer who was "smoking hot". The Saturday of her first week, Fleur made over $200 extra.

"Nice pay day," Steve chuckled when they ended the day. "Any plans for the money?"

"Make sure my bills are paid, but I've got some left over," Fleur said, almost giddy in her happiness. "Hey, is there an all-night place around here? I'm starved!"

Steve took her to an Italian place that stayed open until four. He laughed as he saw Fleur devour her pasta. "I may be French, but my foodie passion is for pasta," she laughed as she ordered a second helping. She patted his hand and said "Don't worry handsome, I'll be working it off."

"If the coming weeks are anything like this one, I don't doubt it," Steve laughed. "You're the first dancer I couldn't keep my eyes off of." Over the meal, Fleur started to warm up to the sandy-haired DJ. She was surprised to learn he was Anton's stepson. Dyan, his mother, was the one that watched the dollars and cents of the club. One of the girls Fleur had already made friends with warned her to watch out for Dyan. She told Fleur that Dyan could be nice, but was also paranoid about anyone who she thought might be after her man. Fleur took that advice to heart. As gorgeous as Anton was, she didn't doubt that would have been every woman in the club at one time or another.

Steve had his own charms and after they finished, Fleur made his decision. "I'd love for you to take me home," she said, squeezing his knee. "By that, I mean your home – unless you live with your parents or have a roommate?"

Steve was floored. He worked with dancers all day and rarely got the chance to date any. Some had husbands, some very large boyfriends, a few had girlfriends. Those that didn't fall into those categories were a bit afraid of pissing off Anton or his mom. Fleur didn't seem to care and she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He didn't know what he had done in a past life to earn karma this good, but he wasn't going to question it! He nodded, paid the bill and likely over tipped and took Fleur back to his place. At a time like this, he also thanked God his mom was a neat freak and had taught him to be as well. Nothing in his apartment or his bedroom was untidy and he was thrilled as Fleur headed straight to his bedroom. It was really happening, he was going to make love to the sexy dancer!

Despite the fact he had seen Fleur naked several times over the past week, Steve still found himself in awe of her. She had an incredible body and was so feminine and sexy that Steve felt a bit intimidated. He wasn't a virgin, although his experience was limited to a few of the dancers he had been lucky enough to date. Fleur stood head and shoulders above the pack. She slid into bed and propped herself up on one elbow. "It isn't nice to keep a woman waiting, Stevie," she cooed.

Normally, he hated being called "Stevie" – his mom used to call him that when he was a kid and now, when she was angry. Fleur could have called him "fuckface" and he wouldn't have cared. Undressing, he was glad that he walked to work most days and worked out regularly. He was a schlub compared to Fleur, but everyone was.

Fleur was impressed by Steve's body. She hoped that her first time would be nice, she had chosen Steve because she knew he'd be kind and gentle. She wondered if she should tell him or not and decided it would only be fair to let him know. He got into bed beside her and they kissed. Kissing was one thing Fleur had learned to do to put off boys who were more hands than brains.

"Wow," Steve breathed. "You're a good kisser Fleur, that felt amazing."

"I love to kiss, but Steve, I have something to tell you and please, don't be mad," Fleur said, looking at him with her cornflower-blue eyes. "I've never had sex before, I'm a virgin."

Steve looked at Fleur in brief amazement. If any of the other dancers had told him that, he might have laughed. With Fleur, it was entirely believable. Even with her erotic heat onstage, there was something about her that was pure and sweet. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked her with concern.

"Uh-huh, really sure," Fleur said, sounding her age. Steve smiled and started to kiss her. She sucked in a lungful of air and began to breathe heavily. This all felt so nice and when his lips touched her pussy, Fleur saw the gates of heaven. She had never been happier in her entire life. Steve was such a nice guy and he was taking his time. She felt this weird feeling, not weird bad, weird good – very good! It took the pretty teen a few minutes to realize that she had just experienced her very first orgasm.

Steve didn't stop either, not like so greedy men would have. He took his time to make her cum again and only when she didn't think she could stand any more did Fleur push him away. "I want to learn it all," she insisted. "I've never sucked a ... a cock before," she giggled nervously. "But I want to, I'm going to."

"I'm not going to stop you," Steve laughed, trying to lighten the mood. It seemed to work. Fleur touched him all over and when she reached for his cock, he thought of other things for a minute or two. With Fleur, it was important that he not cum too soon. She stroked his cock for a bit before taking it in her mouth. Fleur began to lick it gently, but with mounting enthusiasm. Over the next several minutes, it became a bit more difficult to believe that Fleur was a virgin. She was getting better with every stroke and every lick.

Fleur kept thinking to herself how much she liked sex so far! Had she known it was this much fun, she might not have waited or lied about her age. She rationalized that not all guys were as nice as Steve. When he pulled away from her, she had a disappointed look on her face. "Sorry Fleur," Steve explained. "I would have let you keep going but I was about to cum and you don't want that this stage in the game."

"Soon," Fleur said with a smile, although she understood. They kissed for a few minutes more and then Steve showed her what to do next.

"This will hurt and I'm sorry, I can't say how much," Steve told her tenderly. "The only thing I can say is I'm told it doesn't last long. You ready?"

Fleur nodded although she couldn't honestly say if that was true. She grinned nervously and slid down Steve's cock. It went in with a bit of effort in the first instance and then the pain hit. At first it hurt like hell and then, as Steve had said, it went away. She began to enjoy and soon after that, she was experiencing her first fuck.

Once Fleur had a taste of sex, all bets were off. Fleur was an incredible dancer because she had been involved with acrobatics in her youth and kept herself limber and flexible. Like her dancing, she poured all of herself into fucking. She focused on her own pleasure, but took care not to neglect Steve. The pain had been washed away in a frenzy of desire. Fleur's incredible body rocked back and forth on top of Steve's. Her beautiful eyes locked on to his dark eyes and she seemed to mesmerize him. They worked as a team to achieve the hottest sex either one of them could have conceived. Steve didn't know what he had done in his previous life to earn such great karma, but he wasn't going to question it.

Steve was a kind-hearted guy and he didn't want to hurt his new girlfriend, but the more tender he acted, the more Fleur seemed to demand a wild fucking. She was still a sweet young lady and it was a bit unusual to see this wild, untamed side of her, despite the persona she could affect on stage. Fleur let herself surrender to the lusts within her and she pulled Steve along with her. Looking at the happy expression on his handsome face, she knew that she hadn't had to do much arm-twisting.

Steve was thrilled with the time he spent with the sexy young dancer. Fleur proved to be a partner of incredible passion. "Do you want to stay for breakfast?" Steve offered after their third time.

"I think we'd better make it brunch," Fleur smiled wickedly and pushed him back on to the bed.

Fleur Ch. 02



by BrettJ (c) 2013


At work the following Monday, Steve wasn't too sure how he should handle things with Fleur. She had left in high spirits on Sunday morning and she teased him about his ability to cook. "Most of the guys I know can hardly make a grilled cheese sandwich," she giggled as he made them hot fresh waffles. "You're truly a man of many talents, Steve." Steve realized that he had given a part of himself to Fleur, despite his mind telling him that would be an incredibly stupid thing to do. She wasn't like some of the – let's face it – skanks – he dealt with, Fleur had class and determination. Planning too far in advance would be foolish, because Steve still had no idea what her future plans were. He got ready to open the club and set up and a few minutes before 11, Fleur showed up. She was in a pretty skirt that showed off her great legs and was wearing thigh-high boots. They must have been new, because they were shiny and black and didn't look as if they had ever been worn.

"Yes, they're new," Fleur laughed, anticipating his question. "I figured that you would notice."

"I notice everything about you, Fleur," Steve told the attractive dancer. "You are kind of hard to miss."

"I intend to be, I want to be the center of attention. Eventually, I want to feature dance and earn a lot of money," Fleur told him as she sat down. "I want to be able to live the way I like and in the manner of my own choosing. I don't want to be beholden to anyone Steve, I've seen people go down that path and it isn't for me," Fleur told him.

Steve wondered what Fleur was trying to tell him. Was he getting the brush off already? He sure hoped not, his feelings for her were genuine because she was such a breath of fresh air to be with.

"I'd like us to keep seeing each other handsome, you're a sweet, good-natured guy and I think you'll make a good husband for someone some day," Fleur told him. "I don't think it will be me. Not now, maybe not ever. You were the best first time a girl could ever want and I want more of that, I'm not BSing you. But here's the thing – I want to go on the road once I get better at my act. I want to travel and see other parts of the country and be a big earner. A jealous boyfriend would get in the way. If you understand, please tell me so."

"Yeah," Steve nodded his head. "It makes sense Fleur, you're only 19, you shouldn't be thinking about marriage at this age."

Fleur smiled and with a bit of a giggle, whispered in his ear. "If you promise to keep it a secret, I'll tell you the truth. I'm only 18, I fudged my age and no one checked. You won't tell, will you?"

Steve shook his head and looked at Fleur with concern. "No, but you should get some kind of ID that says you're 19 as soon as you're able. I might know someone who can fix you up."

Fleur stood up and kissed him. "Thanks babe, you are a great guy and I mean that. I owe you one and one day, you'll collect big-time. In the meanwhile, why don't you let me take you out to dinner this Saturday?"

Fleur put on a sensational show when she started and there was a huge ruckus. Steve hadn't seen the club that busy in some time and neither had his father. Evidently, the word had gotten around that Club Paradisio had a new dancer who was all that and more. Anton walked over to Fleur on Friday night and the way he was smiling at Fleur nearly made her melt. If he had asked her to run away with him on the spot, she would have done it. She was crazy about Steve and loved him to bits, but his stepfather ignited a fire within her she could not ignore.

"I've seen the way those guys look at you, Fleur," Anton smiled. "Like they're hungry dogs and you're the juiciest piece of steak they've ever seen," he said to her.

"Gee, thanks," Fleur said drily. "Just what a girl wants to hear, she's being compared to a side of beef."

Anton laughed. "You know very well what I mean, young lady. I bet if I checked, you've more than doubled the money you made in tips from the previous week. Our bar sales are up by 50% and we barely even had a lull today. The customers came in and they stayed for hours. We even had more than our share of women watching you. You've got the magic Fleur and everyone knows it. I'd be crazy to let you get away, so I'm going to do something I've never done before – I'm going to offer you a contract. Guaranteed money to insure you keep working here," he said and slid over a piece of paper with an offer written on it. Fleur stopped herself from gasping because the figure written there was more money than she expected to be earning in her first year, let alone a few weeks.

All of her life, Fleur had been a smart young lady. Because of circumstances, she had learned to stay one step ahead of the curve. She looked at the contract in front of her and she looked at Anton's face. She wanted to see if something in his expression would betray him. He was being very canny and Fleur knew she had to play a bit of a game herself.

Fleur looked down again and back at Anton again and pushed the contract away. "I'm flattered and I'm honored, but no, thank you. I'm going to have to pass."

Anton was stunned. He was not totally unaware of the small crush Fleur had on him, or of her little rendezvous with his stepson. That, combined with the money he offered, had led him to believe he had some aces up his sleeve. "Would you mind explaining why, Fleur?" Anton asked calmly. "I don't think it can be the money, I've made a very generous offer and by the time you added in your tips, you'd earn a comfortable living."

Fleur sat back and crossed her legs. She noticed him noticing. "That's just the thing, Anton – I don't want to be comfortable. I want to earn big money and be well off, one of the highest earners around. I intend to find an agent and work hard and build my reputation as a dancer. I want every club I dance in to be packed and I want them to pay a tidy sum for the privilege of having me. If I accept an exclusive offer, I'll be limited in what I can achieve. I don't want that because I'd resent it and grow to resent you. You've been wonderful to work for and given me my first big break. I intend to continue working for you – just not exclusively."

Anton looked at Fleur with a newfound respect. Clearly, he had underestimated her. Despite her youth, Fleur was a schemer. He had to insure she would keep working for him and now he had to think on his feet. He took the contract back and took out a pen from his pocket. He scribbled a few things in the margin of the contract and slid it back across the table to Fleur. 

"What's this?"

"They call it a counter-offer, sweetheart," Anton said with confidence. "Read it over and tell me what you think of the terms now."

Fleur saw from the look in her employer's face that he wasn't kidding around this time. She looked at the numbers. He had cut the cash by 40%, but he had also cut the working terms. Now, Fleur would have to work for him two weeks out of every month and there were some other minor changes as well.

"I don't understand, Anton, I want to be a free agent."

"And you will be. Listen to me Fleur – consider this a good faith offer. I believe in you, Club Paradisio believes in you. You've got a look and moves we've never seen before. Think of this as your guaranteed salary – this will make sure that all of your bills are paid and that you'll always have a regular job. Once you're established, you can go and feature dance for one or two weeks a month, you can likely even afford to take a week off, here and there. Go on a holiday, spend time with family. I'll sweeten the deal – if everything continues to go as it has for the next six months, I'll find you the best agent in the business and guarantee you'll become a star. Do we have a deal this time?" He asked, holding out his hand.

Fleur saw that most of the cards in the deck were now stacked in her favor, although Anton had held on to an Ace or two. He wasn't being unfair and he seemed sincere about making a good deal for both of them. "We have a deal," Fleur said, shaking his hand. She took his pen and signed the contract. Anton told her he'd have a new one drawn up with all the I's dotted and the T's crossed the next day. Fleur had never expected to make that kind of money so fast. In just a few months, she would be able to pay her rent for the entire year. She owed a lot of people thanks for her success and she intended to pay them back.

That Saturday night proved to Fleur's chance to let her hair down. With her new contract now signed and ready to go, Fleur wanted to party. She took Steve out to dinner and asked him to go dancing. "I'm not much of a dancer," he laughed. "That's why I became a DJ, so I could listen to tunes and be around beautiful women and watch them dance."

"Okay, then let's go somewhere and you can fake it and watch me dance," Fleur laughed. "This is my night babe and you know that if I kick up my heels on the dance floor, I'll be even hotter in bed."

Steve looked at Fleur and didn't know if he'd survive a night hotter than the last one, but he was determined to give it a try. "After dancing on your feet all week, you want to go somewhere and dance some more?" He laughed. "You're a nut, Fleur."

"No, I'm an exhibitionist with a hot body and a very short skirt," Fleur flirted, squeezing his knee. Their server came over with the bill and Fleur left her a very generous tip. Steve thought serving Fleur had likely been the highlight of the girl's night. He was almost certain he had seen her in the club one day this week, mesmerized by Fleur.

The club that Fleur took them too wasn't what he expected. The music was pleasant, a nice mix of music from the 1950's right up until the late 80's. "I like music I can understand," Fleur smiled as she led them inside. Steve should have noticed that, almost all of Fleur's sets were classic rock and roll. She led them to the dance floor and took over. As if frozen in time, almost everyone watched Fleur move. As she did in the club, Fleur held them all spellbound. Only one woman seemed able to move and she looked very familiar to Steve. After the first few songs, Fleur wanted a break and a drink. They found a table and sat down. A few minutes later, the woman who had been watching them dance – well, more Fleur dancing and Steve trying to look like he could keep up with her – came over to the table.

"Hi, you're Fleur, aren't you?" the woman asked. She was a bit shorter than Fleur, but had a sense of power and exotic beauty. "I noticed you on the dance floor and I just knew you had to be Fleur. I'm Mary Allen and I dance at Club Paradisio several times a year. I'm working there next week, as a matter of fact."

Steve let the woman sit down, although he blanched a bit. Now he recognized Mary. The exotic beauty was a muscle and fitness model and a dancer – and the woman Anton had dated before marrying Dyan. There was always some tension when Mary worked at the club. However, as she was always a big draw, Anton continued booking her and Dyan was smart enough to know that it was good business.

"It's amazing to meet you, some of the other girls talk about you," Fleur smiled. "They say that I should watch you work, you know how to work the crowd."

"I've heard the same about you, which is why I'm here," Mary asked. "I was wondering if we might do some two-girl shows next week?"

"I-I know what you mean, but I've never done one," Fleur confessed. A few of the other girls had suggested it, but she hadn't taken them up on it. Fleur simply wasn't interested in other women. "I'm flattered by your offer Mary, but I feel I have to be honest with you. I'm simply not sexually attracted to women."

"I watched you dancing the other night and there were a lot of women besides me checking you out," Mary told her. Fleur knew she already had a growing female fan base. "I'm not so sure you wouldn't enjoy a woman, another woman can usually tell. However, it doesn't matter, you can always be 'gay for pay'." Steve explained the term to Fleur, who nodded.

"I'm famous for my water shows and if you consented to do a few with me, you'd make some nice pocket change," Mary went on. "The club pays me a bonus, we do four in the week – one on Monday, one on Wednesday and one for opening and one for the closing on Saturday. I'd give you a third of my bonus and split the tips with you right down the middle. With your elegant look and my exotic, powerful frame, we'd clean up. What say kiddo, want to give it a try?"

Steve whispered to Fleur "Sweetheart, before you came along, Mary was one of our top draws. You couldn't ask for a better mentor and the crowd loves her. With the two of you onstage, you'd knock them dead. It would also make Dad very happy and you'd score some brownie points. I say you should go for it."

As she had done with Anton, Fleur considered Steve's words and she nodded. There was something about Mary she liked and trusted. The older beauty seemed comfortable in her own skin and completely without guile. "I'm in, but you'll have to show me what to do," she told Mary. "I've never been with a woman before and I'll be scared."

Mary winked at Fleur and said "Baby, I find that hard to believe. I don't think you've been scared of anything in your entire life. Okay, I'll come in a bit early on Monday and show you a few moves." She looked over at Steve. "Is Your mom going to be around?"

Steve shrugged. "You never know with Mom. Come on Mary, you know she's not going to do much and besides, you can bench press twice your own weight. How much trouble can she cause?" He laughed.

Mary nodded and shared in the laughter. "I'm going to order us a round of drinks and then Fleur, you and I should dance a few together, see if we can pick up each other's rhythms. I doubt we'll have a problem attracting a crowd." A few drinks later and the girls were on the floor. Everyone left a wide space for the provocatively-dressed women. Despite Fleur's protests, Mary picked up a vibe. Whether Fleur knew it or not, she liked girls. Fleur's eyes followed her every move and she moved in a nice rhythm with Mary. Their show Monday would be a triumph.

At Steve's apartment that evening, Fleur fucked him like she had been having sex all of her life. She took him almost as a plaything and he wondered what had gotten her so excited. The Fleur he had been with just the previous week seemed to have vanished and this new one proved to be almost insatiable. She made him cum so hard that he had to rest up a while before continuing their games.

Monday morning, Mary showed up to find Fleur already there, having coffee. To her dismay, she also found Dyan. "Are you ever going to let this drop?" She asked the woman. "You know Anton doesn't cheat, he fell for you and I was out of the picture. It took me a while to get over it, but I did. I have someone else. Come on Dyan, let's bury the hatchet."

Dyan looked at Fleur and back at Mary. Despite all of her insecurities over the past years, she realized that she was sitting in between two of the hottest women the club had ever employed. If Anton hadn't cheated by now, he never would. She hugged Mary and then Fleur. "I'm not saying I won't get jealous," she told them both. "But I'll try to control it. After all, I'm not a sexy stripper like you two."

"You could have been," Fleur complimented Anton's wife. "I bet you can move nicely if the music moves you." Mary nodded, impressed by the way the young girl was handling Dyan. She had never seen anyone with such an instinctive knowledge of how to work people. Right there and then, Mary knew her young protégé would make her mark in the business, likely eclipsing her own success.

Mary got up on stage where the shower stall had been wheeled out and set up. She did a demo for Fleur. "You let your clothes get wet and see-thru, pick a naughty blouse, sexy lingerie and a pair of shorts that are so skimpy they'd get you arrested in 45 states," she laughed. "With two girls, you act a little more playful, soap each other up, kiss and I'll go down on you." Seeing Fleur's reaction, she smiled. "Don't worry, I'll fake it, although ..." She wagged her eyebrows "... if you ever want me to really do it, I doubt anyone will stop us."

Fleur found her new friend totally outrageous, but she liked outrageous. A woman like Mary could keep you guessing and that worked to Fleur's benefit. As Mary was the bigger name at the time, she went on first that day. Fleur watched her every move and saw that as good as she herself was, she had a long way to go. Mary's fit body moved all over the stage as if she owned it. She toyed with the crowd and every minute that she was onstage, Fleur saw that compared to Mary, she had a long way to go.

When it came time for Fleur's solo set, the crowd was keyed up and she knocked them dead. She had gotten charged up watching Mary, unaware that her new mentor was watching her as well. Mary saw Fleur's full potential and made a few mental notes. Over time, she knew the girl would eclipse her in popularity, but that was the nature of the business.

Their first shower show consisted mostly of the two of them showering and moving around each other. Fleur had a good time and the one instance where Mary kissed her, she was surprised that it didn't bother her. The crowd hollered and cheered and when she picked up her money later on, she was astonished. "I made $400," she said to Mary and Steve. Mary had been right about all of it, doing a show with a girl hadn't been so bad and she earned a LOT of money.

With each shower show, the girls earned more money. By Saturday night, Fleur had made up her mind. "Take it as far as you can," she said to Mary. "Let's give them a finale to the week that they'll be talking about for years."

Mary looked directly at Fleur, her dark eyes meeting Fleur's eyes directly. "You're sure about this? You know what that involves?"

Fleur nodded. "Completely, but you'll be the one doing all of the work. I'll fake my share, I'm not afraid of another woman touching me. Let's go for it!"

Mary and Fleur were going to knock them dead and use any means at their disposal to do it. The two beauties put on their skimpiest lingerie and their highest stiletto heels and walked out on stage to blaring, thunderously loud music. They both worked the stage, crossing back and forth, making sure that each patron got a good look at them. Then in to the shower they went. This time, the lingerie came off a bit quicker, but the soaping and caressing went on a lot longer. Fleur's entire body was on fire and she felt the thrill of everyone watching her. She knew Steve was likely intoxicated by her performance, he had told her he watched each one devotedly. When Mary started sliding down her body, Fleur braced herself. With a savage strength, Mary pulled Fleur's legs apart. It took a fair bit of Fleur's strength to remain standing because the moment Mary's knowing tongue hit her pussy, she climaxed. Mary had taken Fleur at her word and was pushing their stage act to the limit. In any other place, Mary and Fleur might have gotten busted, but for some reason Fleur knew nothing about, the police never hassled Club Paradisio. Mary's mouth was doing such incredible things to her and Fleur just rode them out. She wasn't a lesbian, but nothing before had ever felt like this.

When the two women finished their act, they had been on stage for over 30 minutes. Once the money that had been thrown on the stage was collected, they had each earned nearly $750. "That'll pay my bills for the entire month," Fleur gushed. "How can I ever thank you?"

"Have a late meal and some drinks with me," Mary suggested. "I'm always thirsty and hungry after a night like this."

Fleur looked over at her "boyfriend" to see what his reaction was. They had no formal commitment, but she didn't want to leave him in the lurch. "Go for it," Steve said. "It's been a long week, I'm going home and crash. We can still hang out tomorrow if you want."




Fleur Ch. 02



Fleur nodded and linked arms through Mary's. She didn't see the happy little smile on Mary's face. Instead of going to a restaurant, they went back to Mary's apartment. The two new friends shared a frozen lasagna that Mary had made and a bottle of wine – and then, another.

"I think you're trying to get me drunk," Fleur teased. "I've had wayyy too much to drink. I can hardly walk and I don't know if I'll be able to get a taxi at this time of night."

"So, don't worry about it. Stay here. I've got an extra bedroom and I'll even make breakfast tomorrow. Or ..."

"Or ...? Are you suggesting that I share your bed?" Fleur asked, still sober enough to know what was going on.

"Why not, Fleur? You enjoyed yourself tonight, admit it. I think you are bi-sexual and just don't know it yet," Mary told her. "You told me yourself that you've only just been with Steve. Why not give it a whirl and see?" Mary suggested. "After all, I did make you cum."

Fleur had cum like never before and that troubled her a tiny bit. She honestly didn't know why. Mary's point was well made. Why shouldn't she experience life while she was young and formulate her own opinions? Would discovering she was bi-sexual be such a bad thing? She certainly wouldn't find a sexier woman for her first lesbian experience than the one sitting across the table from her.

"Okay," Fleur answered and looked at the exotic beauty with a smile. "I'm young enough to take a risk or two, so why not? I'm certainly not tired and I'm just tipsy enough to chance it. Let's have some fun, although you'll have to show me everything."

"You won't be tipsy for too long, baby," Mary smiled as she led the intoxicated dancer to her room. "Once we get going, you'll sober up fast. There isn't a lot to show you, you just go with your instincts. You'll see."

Fleur watched Mary undressing and still marveled at her body. She had seen Mary naked all week and yet, up close like this, it was entirely different. Playfully, the exotic beauty moved around Fleur and undressed her. Fleur found herself shaking but when Mary kissed her, she leaned into it like she had been kissing girls all of her life. Their tongues tangled and danced and Fleur wanted more. She could not deny her desire for Mary any longer. It was as if the entire week had been foreplay leading up to this moment.

The two naked women got on the bed, with the shorter Mary on top of Fleur. Both of them were still wearing their heels, but nothing else. Mary was still kissing her, fondling Fleur's tits and paying ardent attention to all of her. Mary had been right, Fleur was sobering up fast.

"I knew you'd like it Fleur, once you got started," Mary murmured in between licks of Fleur's tits. "This whole week, I've sensed that there was a naughty lezzie slut inside of you waiting to be freed!" Mary caressed her body and looked at her with an appreciative eye. "God, what a lovely young body, I'll bet you've got a tasty pussy and I'm going to find that out for myself as soon as I can!"

Fleur wasn't sure about that yet, however, everything her companion was doing felt amazing, there was simply no doubt about it. Fleur's slender body flailed about the bed and when Mary's tongue started to snake in and out of her pussy, she saw things in a whole new light. She was glad that she kept her pussy shaved, like most of the other dancers did now. She was sure that it heightened the sensations she was now feeling.

"What do I do now, what do I do now?" Fleur wanted to know and needed to know.

"Just go with whatever feelings you have, sugar," Mary told the younger girl."If it feels good to you, it will probably feel good to me, too. Don't worry, if anything isn't right, I have a voice and I can speak up."

Everything Mary said made perfect sense to the still-inebriated Fleur. True, she wasn't as smashed as she had been when they started, yet still enough to be naughty. She licked and fingered her new lover and was surprised. She didn't mind the taste of pussy, it was nice, it was – good! She wanted more and asked Mary if they could do each other. "The other dancers have talked about that," Fleur said to Mary. "That's called a sixty-nine, right?"

Mary smiled and swung herself around. Now the two of them were really going at each other. Mary decided to be bold and experimental and slid a finger into Fleur's ass while she was licking her. Fleur loved it and copied the move. Soon both of them were enjoying a nice cum and both of them were not yet done. Mary went into her dresser drawer and pulled out a large, flesh-colored dildo. "I use this every so often," she told Fleur. "Some girls really need to be fucked and I've been told I know how to wield it," Mary said. "Want me to fuck you with it?"

Fleur was a bit intimidated at first and then, she remembered her goal was to have new experiences. She nodded and let Mary use the strap-on to fuck her still-horny pussy. She liked it both ways, Mary fucking her from behind and then with Mary on her back and Fleur riding the thick, fake rubber cock. It wasn't as good as Steve, but it felt nice enough. She liked feeling a female body rubbing against her own while enjoying a solid fuck and wondered if she would be able to use the dildo to fuck Mary. As she coasted towards her next orgasm, Fleur decided not to leave Mary's apartment until she gave it a try.

Fleur marveled at her own adventurous nature and how far she had come in just a few weeks. She wanted to experience so much more and with Mary and other lovers, she knew that she would.



Fleur Ch. 03



Fleur sat in her apartment and rummaged around, trying to find something to read or find something to do. She wasn't successful in those attempts and she was on the verge of becoming bored out of her mind. Fleur wasn't the type of girl who handled boredom well because it was a rarity in her life. The entirety of her life up until now had been a series of challenges and she had risen to them all. Fleur liked excitement, it was one of the defining factors of her personality.

Rarely did Fleur have anything to complain about. After a few months of working at Club Paradisio, all was going well. She had regular customers who stopped in frequently to see her. When she was working, she drew a crowd and men often brought her flowers and gifts. Fleur made it clear from the outset she couldn't be bought - or rented - and those that didn't understand were swiftly turfed. Luckily for her, Anton ran an establishment that rarely attracted men like that. Most of her admirers were gentlemen and not all of them were men.

"Don't neglect your female fan base, Fleur," Mary had told her last weekend. They had just finished an exhaustive four hour sexual marathon. "Women can be very loyal and in the 21st century, they've got almost as much money to spend. Play it up, look how well our girl-girl shows are doing."

That was a sure thing, they were the biggest draw at the club. Mary worked there a few weeks a month and whenever she and Fleur appeared together, both women made out like bandits. They were doing so well together that Anton had raised Fleur's rate for the sessions where she worked with Mary. They were now on an equal footing and the extra pay no longer had to come out of Mary's pocket. There was a magic when Fleur and Mary worked together, a slow heat that rose to a volcanic fury. Fleur now did girl-girl sets with other dancers, but they were never quite as hot as her shower shows with Mary. She knew that there was something between them, something unspoken yet all-too real.

Fleur was living a much happier existence than she would ever have believed possible. She had a nice apartment, a semi-regular boyfriend who didn't want to tie her down and she was earning nice money. She had wisely paid most of her bills in advance and was ahead on her rent. She had put some money in the bank and sent some money to her sister back home. She also had joined a gym and bought herself nice clothes and lingerie, knowing well that her look was what earned her money.

Yes, most days Fleur DeLisle was a very happy young lady.

THIS was not most days.

Anton had kept a careful eye on his contract girl and he decided to have a talk with her. "Fleur, no one is happier than I am that you're devoted to your career. There's no denying you're a big earner, both for yourself and for us. But when was the last time you took a day off?

"I take every Sunday off," Fleur answered.

"That's not enough Fleur and I think you know that," Anton told her. "You probably spend that day shopping and running errands. You don't get out of here until 1 AM. You need to take some time off every so often. You won't be able to become a big star if you're collapsing on stage. I'm insisting you take the next few days off, you can come back for your Saturday shows."

Fleur sighed, but decided to make the best of it. She didn't need to work this week and maybe a bit of time off would be a good thing. She was all prepared to return to work Saturday, but fate had other plans. Steve called her late on Friday night and told her that the club's air conditioning had gone on the fritz. Anton had called someone in to fix it, but they wouldn't be there until early Monday morning. As it was a hot and muggy week, Anton and Dyan had made decision to close and send the girls home with their pay.

Fleur was getting bored sitting around and now she would have 2 more days of it? She was going stir crazy when life gave her a kick. Late Saturday night, her own air conditioner broke down. She opened every window and then she called Shelby. Her landlady assured her that she would get it fixed, but that it would take a few hours. Fleur thought about going somewhere to get out of the heat in her apartment. She might have gone to a movie, but she had seen the few she was interested in and didn't want to walk there in the stifling heat. She thought about calling Steve and then remembered he was going away later with some friends. Fleur thought maybe she would go out and get some ice cream when there was a knock on the door.

"My God, it's like an oven in here," Shelby said as she entered Fleur's apartment. "I forgot just how hot these apartments can be if the air conditioning doesn't work. That's why I went for a top of the line machine, they're more reliable."

"You rented me this apartment with the air conditioner already installed," Fleur said drily.

"So I did, so I did," Shelby chuckled. She grabbed Fleur's hand and yanked her out of the apartment, locking the door behind her with the master key. "Come on kid, your salvation is at hand. I've got some lovely fresh fruit, a nice bottle of wine and my apartment is so cool, you'd swear that you'd be seeing penguins," she said as she took Fleur upstairs to her luxurious apartment. Fleur was always happy to visit her landlady's place because it was a testimony to Shelby's own hard work and ingenuity. Someday, Fleur wanted a place very much like this.

"You're right, this is positively frigid and it feels wonderful," Fleur breathed as they entered the apartment. Her nipples stiffened under her little tank top. She had only been wearing the lightest layer of clothes to ward off the heat, a top and shorts with nothing else. As always, Shelby looked like a million bucks in a pretty blouse, knee-length skirt and heels. She motioned for Fleur to sit down on the couch while she went to get them some wine.

"I came to see you dance the other day," Shelby said as she poured the wine.

"You came to a strip club?" Fleur said in astonishment, accepting the glass of wine as it was handed to her.

"Don't be so surprised, I've been in strip clubs before," Shelby told her. "When I worked in Las Vegas as a showgirl, a few of the girls had been strippers before they moved on to more legitimate work. Sometimes they'd suggest we go and watch other dancers, see how they moved. It was fun. Anyway, I came to one of your shows last week and I was impressed," she said Fleur.

"Thanks Shelby."

"You're very welcome. I could see that you were using some of the moves I taught you but you're incorporated them into your own style," Shelby said. "You had that audience eating out of the palm of your hand. You also looked like you were having a very good time," Shelby added.

"I was," Fleur giggled. "I cannot tell a lie, I am very happy in my work. It's not what I dreamed of doing when I was a little girl, but I've always liked being the center of attention. I'm in my element when I'm on stage," Fleur said honestly.

"You can tell," Shelby said to her friend. "Every person in that room was turned on by you."

"EVERY person?"

"Yes, EVERY person."

Fleur looked at Shelby in surprise. "I had no idea. Shelby, you never told me that you were into girls."

Shelby moved closer to Fleur on the couch. "Okay, so now I'm telling you," she chuckled. "I'm into girls. Seriously, you didn't know? It's not a big secret around the building."

Fleur looked at her friend and shook her head. "Oh, please don't think I'm shocked or offended, I just didn't realize. I don't hear much buzz around the building because I don't socialize much, I'm either at work or I'm sleeping. It doesn't matter to me, you're still my friend and you've done so much for me."

"Well, I hoped that it would matter a little, Fleur."

"What do you mean?"

"Every time I see you in the halls, you're running off to work and you've got something sexy on. Like last week, you had on this short, leopard-print skirt and matching boots," Shelby grinned. "I always want to invite you over, but like you said, you're either running to work or sleeping. I guess today is my lucky day. I finally got you here," Shelby said with a satisfied tone to her voice.

"I wish you had just knocked on my door and invited me over," Fleur told her. "My Sunday evenings are always free and spending time with a friend sure beats watching `60 Minutes'. Seriously, I'd have come over any time you invited me. I only have a few close friends in this city so far, and only one close girlfriend."

"Well, now you have two," Shelby smiled. "I enjoy your company and you're certainly easy on the eyes. Would you like some more wine? Something to eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry, but the wine is lovely," Fleur smiled. "I'd love more of that, if you don't mind my staying a while longer."

"Of course not, please, stay as long as you like," Shelby answered as she returned with another drink for the pair of them.

"And if I'd like to stay for the night?" Fleur grinned.

Shelby looked at her with her mouth wide open. "You obviously didn't come to see me on one of the days where I do my girl-girl shows," Fleur told her. "Or I'm sure that you would have seen that I also enjoy the company of women."

Shelby closed her mouth and slapped herself on the forehead. "Good grief, do you mean to tell me that all the time you've been living here, we could have been hitting the sheets?"

Fleur shook her head and brushed stray violet curls from her eyes. "No, not precisely. I didn't know that I was into women until a little while ago. An intimate friend opened my eyes and now I love being with women. So far though, she's the only woman I've been with off-stage."

"So, you'd like to make it two?"

Fleur walked over to the taller blonde and kissed her. "Very much. Are we going to stand around talking or are we going to bed?

"Bed."

"Smart choice."

Shelby's bedroom was spectacular with a huge skylight that let in lots of natural light. Her bed was opulent and expensive and every decoration matched, there wasn't one thing out of place. "I learned to like fine things during my marriage," she told Fleur as she turned down the bed. "I saw no reason not to enjoy them after my divorce."

"I never knew you were married, Shel."

"You never asked. You can ask me anything you like - later. Honestly darling, don't you think we're wasting way too much time talking and spending way too little time having sex?" Shelby smiled as she stretched out on the bed. Fleur knew that it had been a while since her friend had been a showgirl but she bet Shelby could have gone right back to it. She decided that since Shelby liked to watch her dance, she'd give her a little show. Unfortunately, as it was hot and humid, she hadn't worn much and it only took a few short spins for her to get naked.

"Sorry, I promise to give you a better show next time," Fleur grinned as she got in bed with the incredible blonde.

"So you're saying there will be a next time?"

"I'm sure that you can count on it," Fleur said as their mouths met in a kiss, then another and then several. "I may be the stripper here, but why have you got your clothes on?"

"Let's remedy that, shall we?" Shelby smiled and removed her clothes. Her lingerie was very appealing to Fleur, as high quality as everything else about Shelby and her home. Nevertheless, it was in the way. She began to make love to Shelby, enjoying the fact that she was with one of the few women she knew who was taller than she was. The leggy ex-Rockette twisted and moved in time with Fleur, their bodies tangled around one another. Shelby had been with more women, but Fleur's desires for the blonde were allowing her to keep up. Their time together was growing hotter by the moment. Fleur's perfect, delicate breasts pressed against Shelby's. Their nipples kissed and Fleur remembered a move that Mary had taught her. It was called "tribbing" and she ground her pussy against Shelby's. Her friend sure seemed to like that and they were able to continue kissing while heating up more with each passing minute.

Shelby had a strength that astounded Fleur and she flipped the exotic dancer on her back. Shelby rained kisses down on Fleur's body and made her cum with the same kind of intensity she had felt with Mary. It was becoming obvious to Fleur that she really enjoyed women. She wasn't sure if it was all women she liked or if the experience possessed by Mary and now, Shelby, was a deciding factor. With a giggle, she turned the table on Shelby and flipped her over and began to eat her pussy. Two lesbian experiences and both were exciting. Fleur decided that she'd have to do more investigating and find out more about her sexuality. As she watched Shelby thrashing about the bed and her arms flailing all about, she doubted very much if her landlady would mind helping with her research.

Fleur and Shelby spent a good amount of time in bed that night, Fleur found herself turned inside out by her voracious landlady. Fleur's kinkiness was strong inside of her but Shelby had appetites that matched any man Fleur had ever known. She was a true sexual diva and Fleur found herself cumming in amounts she had never thought possible. The only thing that Fleur found herself missing was cock - and Shelby had the remedy for that, a large strap-on which she wielded like a pro. Fleur knew it wasn't quite the same thing, but her body responded with orgasms anyway and it would do in a pinch. Now she had experienced the bodies of two women, different in so many delicious ways. Did she dare to bring the two of them together for an evening of lesbian three-way sex?



Fleur Ch. 04



Fleur DeLisle was feeling an unfamiliar emotion.

She was nervous. She couldn't recall ever feeling quite this way in all of her life. It verged on a near-fear and she wasn't quite sure how she should handle it.

Her life, up to this point, had been a series of adventures and challenges. Fleur had met all of them head on and she had triumphed. Very little blocked her success because Fleur was not a young woman who was afraid to take a risk or risks. She was the kind of girl who did most anything she had to do so that she could make a success of her life and achieve her goals. Yet despite all of that, she was afraid of her latest challenge and was feeling butterflies for the first time in memory.

Fleur tried to distract herself. She had been content with one look for too long, so she went to her stylist and changed her hair. Her locks had been growing for months and were now almost to her delicious and saucy derriere so she had Alana cut them to the middle of her back. Then again, continuing to be her own unique self, she had her friend dye them a cotton candy pink. After that, she went shopping for a bit of lingerie that would suit her "candy" theme. As always, Fleur intended that her shows continue to be provocative and delight her fans of both sexes. Now she was even getting requests from women for private shows and dances. Sometimes she accommodated the women, enjoying the power her nude body held over these women. Several of her admirers tipped her nicely and many claimed that they were "straight and had never before felt this way". Fleur nodded with an understanding smile. Only until recently had she thought herself straight. It wasn't true and it wasn't true for her female fans either. Why did they strive so hard to deny something that was so true?

"You look great" was the comment she heard from Dyan, Steve and from Anton. To a one, all of them admired her new look and noticed the ensemble she had put together for her new show. Fleur could not help but notice the fact once she and Dyan had buried the hatchet; Anton's wife was becoming comfortable in her presence. She knew little about the older woman, although she did notice Dyan's looks from time to time. Had Dyan ever been with a woman? Did she desire them at all, Fleur in particular? Would Fleur herself ever be so bold as to make the first move and lure Dyan into her bed? The idea did give her a vicarious little thrill and she promised to give it some further thought.

Contemplating the seduction of another woman gave Fleur erotic tingles. So far, Mary had seduced her and with Shelby, it had been mutual. Were she to make Dyan into her lover, it would be the first instance of Fleur being the aggressor. She had come so far and was proud of her progress. She wanted to continue on in her role as a sexual explorer.

So why was she being so timid when it came to achieving something she wanted, namely, having both Mary and Shelby in her bed at the same time? It was foolish, really. She knew that they would both adore each other and look incredible having sex. It would be a visual panorama and something Fleur would have etched in her brain for a long time to come. Yet it continued to give her pause and it took her some time to realize just why the idea caused her so much angst.

For the first time in her life, Fleur was afraid that she might not be able to keep up. That once she got into bed with the two alluring vixens, her own sexual abilities might come up wanting.

Fleur knew on one hand, she was being ridiculous. No one had ever left her bed unsatisfied. Sex came as natural to her as breathing and she reveled in it. Were she the type of person to use labels, she might well have called herself a nymphomaniac. If offered Dom Perignon or sex, Fleur would have chosen sex every time. Aside from her pursuit of fame and fortune, sex topped the list.

Still, when it came to girl-girl games, Fleur was a sophomore. One who would likely quickly leap the queue to the senior class, but still on the learning curve. Mary and Shelby were big-league players. Fleur decided that she needed a little more confidence before she let herself go for broke. She and Shelby were still sleeping together - when they slept - and Mary also was part of her life. Everything would happen when the time was right.

With her birthday fast approaching (her 19th although she still added a year to appease her employers) Fleur knew she had to continue on with her plans to establish herself. She was earning a nice living at Club Paradisio and she had made new friends. Her life was devoid of drama and if she needed a solid fuck, she had Steve waiting in the wings. He was the kind of fuckbuddy a girl like Fleur needed, solid and reliable and willing to let her call the shots. If Steve was her choice of lover for the night, Fleur always insured that he went home on wobbly legs.

Fleur knew that she had to arrange some more things to allow her career to progress. Steve was always willing to let her pick his brain, so she went to him to do just that.

Steve smiled happily when he saw Fleur approaching the DJ booth. He hoped that she was going to ask him to hook up tonight. He missed her all the time they didn't spend together. His hopes were raised when she took his face in her hands and planted a sensual kiss on his lips. No one knew how to kiss quite the way that Fleur did.

"I need some publicity shots taken," Fleur said softly as she dashed Steve's hopes for a liaison into the ground. "Do you know anyone that you might be willing to recommend who won't cost me an arm and a leg?"

Steve's mind had been flitting about, filled with images of what he and Fleur might have gotten up to that evening. Now that he realized that likely was not going to happen, he grounded himself in reality. "I do know someone Fleur, but he is expensive," Steve told his sometimes-girlfriend. "However, I'm going to be totally honest - he's worth every penny that you will have to spend. What you have to ask yourself is, am I worth the investment? I certainly think that you are."

Fleur cocked her head to one side and took in Steve's words. Giving it some thought, she weighed them carefully and decided that he was right. She was worth the investment. She could afford to spend a bit of her own cash to further her career. She was ahead on her rent and if she needed to dip into her savings, a few of her more risqué shows would likely allow her to earn the funds back. She pressed Steve for more details.

"Okay hon, as long as you understand that this is likely going to cost you," Steve continued. "The guy's name is Julian Savage and he is very exclusive, top of the line. He shoots only the best models, but he gets results. His studio is very chi-chi and he can bring out the best in a model. He probably won't see you if you cold call, but Anton knows him and I can refer you. Want me to set it up?"

Fleur could see in Steve's eyes that he had been anticipating something else happening, yet he was still willing to do her this enormous favor. How could she say no? She nodded and gave him a second kiss, a promissory note for something wonderful yet to come. He deserved it because he was one of the good guys in this world. The right promotional photos would go a long way towards making her the name she intended to be.

"Set it up," Fleur told Steve, the determination coming through in her voice. "I'll pay his fee, you make a good point. It's an investment in my future."

"I'm sure Anton would be willing to front you the money or I can lend you what you need," Steve offered. Fleur shook her head, waves of cotton candy hair bobbing gently.

"No, no, that's fine, I can figure it out," Fleur told Steve. She didn't want to be beholden to Steve or his stepfather any more than she had to. It was an issue to her that she do as much as she could on her own. She would not be like her mother; Fleur intended to make a success of herself on her own merits and on her own terms. Steve nodded and went to make the phone call. She knew that he wanted to help and he was doing that by making the call. Beyond that, it was her play all the way. Still, she knew she owed Steve some small gesture of gratitude for his support. Once she figured out what she could give him for his encouraging ideas, things would be happier for all involved.

Steve wasn't even five minutes on the telephone. "It's all arranged, you're to be at his studio in two days at 10 AM," the young DJ told her. "I made sure that it was a day when you're not appearing here. You can be well rested and put together whatever outfits you want to be photographed in."

Fleur spent the rest of that day and the following day in contemplation of just such thoughts. How did she want to present herself? Her on-stage persona varied from show to show, including the erotic tableaus she performed with Mary. She wanted her professional portfolio to reflect her versatility and her sexual persona. She assumed that Julian - would he want to be called Mister Savage or by his first name? - would have his own ideas. Fleur wrote down a few concepts and prepared herself for the big day. She hoped that when all was said and done, she would have photographs that would reflect the sexual variety she projected with each show.

Fleur double checked and then, she triple checked the address that Steve had written down for her. She hadn't recognized the address when she got it, but she sure recognized the building, as it was one of the most prestigious in town. Rents did not come cheap at King Towers and Julian Savage had one of the top floor apartments. As Fleur rode up the elevator to his studio, her butterflies were turning into a stampede of rhinos. As Fleur always did when she was nervous about something she couldn't deal with, she found a way to deal with it - she faked a sense of bravado she did not truly feel. She put on a professional mask just the way that she did when she was onstage and when she got off the elevator, she was calm and tranquil, ready for anything.

A lovely blonde opened the large doors and ushered Fleur into the apartment that doubled as a studio. Fleur felt her nerves jolt, but let the ice water in her veins keep her calm. She looked around and saw that each piece of furniture or brick-a-brack in the room was carefully chosen. The room was filled with natural sunlight and was immaculate. Fleur sensed this was going to be costly, yet worth every penny. The long-haired blonde was saying something and Fleur had missed it. She forced her mind to come back to the here and now.

"I'm Suzanne, Julian's girlfriend and his stylist and makeup artist," the blonde beauty said as Fleur honed in on her voice. "Julian doesn't often accept new models, but Anton has sent us several beauties and they've all worked out wonderfully. Julian will work wonders with you, your look is unique and you're exceptionally beautiful."

"Thank you, I'm looking forward to a rewarding shoot," Fleur said, letting Suzanne's gentile manner add to her confidence. The blonde was only a few years older than Fleur herself and a stunning, natural beauty. Fleur felt as if Suzanne herself could easily have modeled and had a strong suspicion that she had indeed done so. There was simply no way that any photographer worth his salt would let someone like Suzanne escape his lens.

Suzanne brought Fleur a cup of coffee and several of Julian's portfolios to peruse. Fleur had come prepared with some ideas of her own, but would gladly have deferred to Julian. Upon seeing his work, she knew that her funds would be well invested. Each photo showcased the model to the height of perfection. All were masterfully styled and articulated and the girls were sexy and arousing. Fleur found herself curious about Julian, the man. Was he attractive and did he possess a naughty mind as did Fleur herself? She knew that she couldn't very well seduce him with his girlfriend in the studio, but a few of the other dancers had told her they allowed themselves to fantasize onstage or when being photographed. It "transformed" their look, Mary had told her as much.

Julian Savage appeared precisely at the appointed time and Fleur felt weak in the knees. There weren't many men who possessed instant charisma, Anton was one such man and now, Julian was another. His hair was dark, with gray temples and he had a van Dyke beard. He was wearing a dark blazer that could not conceal a terrific build. All her thoughts of being nervous vanished once again, because there was a merry twinkle in Julian's eyes as he smiled at her. He greeted Suzanne with a kiss and then turned his attentions to his newest client. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Julian said to Fleur as he took her hands in his own. She felt like a china doll in his strong hands, this was not a man to whom hard work was unknown. "Steve said I had to photograph you and he's right, I owe him a steak. You're unique and lovely and we're going to make magic together this afternoon."

Every utterance from Julian's lips instilled Fleur with more confidence. She made only one slip, as Suzanne began to style her makeup and hair, Fleur referred to Julian as "Mr. Savage". He smiled and shook his head. "That's my father," he told Fleur as he observed her with a keen eye. "You're paying me, so to you; I'm Julian or even Jules."

"He likes you," Suzanne whispered in her ear. "He doesn't let too many people call him Jules." She leaned in close and actually nipped Suzanne's earlobe. "I like you, too. I think the pictures are going to be exceptional and I can't wait to see them. I'm sure that they will inspire some naughty little fantasies that will make me cum buckets."

Fleur was very attracted to the slender blonde and asked why she wasn't staying. "I never do," she explained. "When Julian is creating, he has to be alone to find his inspiration. I always leave after I finish with the models, but when I return, he's - shall we say - inspired in another fashion," Suzanne laughed. "In fact, there are times where a model inspires him so much that I can't walk straight the next day."

Fleur now found her curiosity piqued. She wondered what the talented photographer was like in bed and whether or not he was hung. She thought about his cock and how nice it would feel to have him fuck her. Of course, that wouldn't happen because he was involved with Suzanne and Fleur didn't poach another woman's lover. She would have to content herself with the fantasies and hope that they showed through in the photographs. She knew that she would think of Suzanne as well and wonder what she looked like in rapture as she was being fucked by Julian.

Her session with Julian was truly inspired. She brought some of her own ideas and he listened and added some of his own. She wanted to do a Dominatrix-themed shoot and Julian had the wardrobe for that. She did a set as a clown from "Pagliacci" and was able to use her own wild hair in that. Julian wanted to do a glamourous, boudoir-themed set to show how versatile Fleur could be and he outfitted her with a gorgeous, auburn-haired wig. Fleur's only problem throughout their afternoon was keeping things strictly business. Although Julian didn't flirt with her even once throughout the process, she still would have liked to fuck him. She knew the next time that she had a fantasy on stage; it would be about screwing the attractive, debonair photographer. For fun, she might even add Suzanne into the mix.

It was nearing dinner time when they finished for the day. Suzanne still had not returned and Fleur was famished. She was ready to leave and find a nice diner and consume a few more calories than she normally would have when out of the blue, Julian asked her "So, would you be interested in going to bed with me now?"

All her hunger vanished in that instant. She had to give him credit, he had brass ones! "You certainly don't mince words, but aren't you and Suzanne kind of an item?"

"Suzanne is always telling me that the one skill I don't possess is tact," Julian smiled. "To answer your question, yes, we are involved, but we have `outs' - if one of us finds someone we find interesting, we're allowed to approach that person without fear of recrimination. What is odd in this case is the fact that both Suzanne and myself found you alluring - that has never happened before. She deferred to me first because it's my studio."

Fleur thought it over for a few minutes. Suzanne had made her intentions clear and paid Fleur a compliment by voicing her own desires. Therefore, she had no real reason to doubt that Julian's words were anything less than truthful. "Yes," she answered after thinking it over for a few minutes longer. "I think going to bed with you would be a wonderful experience for the both of us." Her well-chosen words made it very clear to the suave photographer that she intended to make sure he did not walk away with anything less than a memorable afternoon.

Julian offered up the suggestion that she choose some sexy piece of lingerie from the wardrobe that he kept on hand for the various models he shot. He showed her where his bedroom was located and told her to take her time. A part of Fleur hoped that Suzanne might return early and that she could cross the threesome from her list, while another part wanted Julian all to herself. That part won out and she found a white lace teddy and matching heels to go with it. On legs that felt heavy, she crossed the floor to Julian's bedroom and opened the door.

Julian was in bed, wearing a silk kimono and looking wonderful. She crossed the room and he stood up and took her in his arms. With her heels, they were about the same height. Their first few kisses were tentative but once Julian got a clear signal Fleur was truly receptive to his ardor, he intensified them. Fleur began to kiss back with her soft lips and agile tongue, feeling her nipples harden under lace of the teddy. Julian was a wonderful kisser and for a brief moment, she felt as if she might collapse. His strong arms held her up as he led her in a docile trance to the spacious bed. Julian pulled the blankets to one side as they both slid inside. Fleur was on top of him and she parted the kimono to touch his very masculine body. He was as solid as any athlete and had the faintest traces of a tan. Fleur let herself explore for a while before going anywhere near his cock. She wasn't at all surprised to find he was nicely endowed. Somehow, that just seemed to fit with the entire package that was Julian. She took the time to explore his cock with her eyes and with her hands before she made any other moves. Julian was a beautiful man and deserving of her unashamed admiration. Once she had enjoyed the visuals enough, she took his cock into her soft mouth and began to lick and suck. A loud "ahhh" from her new lover was a clear sign that her efforts were not going unappreciated. Her mouth did its best work on his turgid shaft and when Fleur was finished; his erect shaft was a firm testimony to the work she had just put in. 

With a wordless signal from Julian, Fleur swung her body around so that they were facing away from each other. He moved the gusset of the teddy to one side and his mouth began to work on her pussy. Julian proved to be as masterful at lovemaking as he was behind the camera. Fleur's head and body arched back a bit as an orgasm struck her like a tidal wave. In only a matter of minutes, this incredible specimen of manhood had managed to make her climax. Now Fleur was anxious for him to fuck her, although she didn't want to rush it. She would take as many orgasms as he was willing to provide for her. She also planned to dish out a few of her own. 

Fleur didn't pay attention to the time as they explored each other. Why bother? Her business for the day was concluded and her hunger for food had now been replaced with a need for sexual gratification. She wanted her time with Julian to be a tumultuous, passionate melding that both of them would not soon forget. When his cock finally surrendered to her sucking lips, she swallowed him in entirety - then she set about getting him erect again, "lickety-split", she thought with a wicked chuckle. Once Julian was 100% ready for action, Fleur disposed of the lacy lingerie and displayed the entirety of her beauty.




Fleur Ch. 04



Without her even having to ask, her lover donned a condom. She got on all fours and presented herself to him in supplication. With a gentle mastery, Julian accepted her offering. He was all at once gentle and strong, a confident and skilled lover. He used his hands as well as his marvelous prick to satiate Fleur's desires. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and tugged at it while he fucked her. Her tits were something to be played with as his cock moved in and out like a piston in a well-oiled machine. Fleur whimpered and groaned and hoped this kind of fucking would go on for hours. Yes, Julian simple was that good and she couldn't help wondering how many women he had fucked to achieve such sublime skill. Some of her intelligence was being momentarily washed away on a wave of lustful bliss.

When it came time for her turn, Fleur let herself rise to the challenge of Julian's incredible fuckery. She rode his long cock until she was sure that he might ache from how raw it was, although he never voiced a complaint. Wickedly, she decided that she would leave her "brand" so that Suzanne might know what naughtiness had occurred this day. She secretly hoped that the girl would find it amusing and perhaps demand "tit for tat". Fleur would be only too happy to provide it. Underneath her own writhing, twisting body, Julian's body and face were contorted in a grimace of pleasure. She felt the heat of his orgasm surge deep inside of her and their tryst came to completion.

After a quick shower and approving the pictures, Fleur left Julian's studio, feeling pleased with her work and with her latest conquest. He had insisted that he shoot her again and Fleur agreed. Her confidence was bolstered and she knew that with artistic shots like Julian, she would be able to further promote herself as a dancer and erotic performer. Her new life continued to proceed forward just as she had planned that it would.