Emily tossed the Landsend catalog onto the coffee table and pulled her robe tighter around her. The house was quiet and dark. Eric was asleep in their bedroom, and Jennifer was finally down for the night in hers. Emily was alone in the night and wide awake.

She eased back onto the couch and pulled her legs up and under her. Was Lawrence right, she wondered? Could she find herself in her fantasies? Could she find happiness and pleasure by embracing dreams and wishes?

But could she bring herself to tell him? Could she tell him what she had never told anyone else ever? Could she say the words? Could she convey the images that sometime play through her mind? Could she look him in the eye afterwards?

Surely Lawrence has never done this before, she reasoned. Pastoral counseling surely doesn’t typically involve sharing sexual fantasies, so what he’s proposed will surely be as difficult for him as it would be for her. What of his fantasies? What might be his wish? His true need?

She sighed to herself and rose from the couch. Her steps made no sound as she padded over the carpet into the guest bedroom. She switched on the bedside lamp and turned to the dresser. The reflection in the mirror was of a woman wrapped in an oversized terrycloth robe.

Emily watched the woman’s fingers undo the knot of the sash. The robe fell open and revealed the naked woman underneath. The hands pushed open the robe just enough to expose both breasts and the soft triangular patch of dark hair below. The hands took the breasts and cupped them, holding them up to the mirror and Emily’s eyes. The fingers moved to the nipples and pinched them before twisting them. Yes, Emily told the reflection, twist them. Make them hurt.

As the fingers twisted and pulled the nipples, Emily saw the woman’s feet move apart, widening her stance. She could feel the cool air on her wetness.

“Would you want this woman?” Emily murmured to the mirror. “Would you want her, Lawrence?”

The woman’s hands move down her front until her fingers were between her legs. Fingertips found the thick swollen lips Emily knew were there. Those fingertips moved and played and teased over her clit. Fingertips dipped inside her then left and rubbed before returning to enter her again.

“Would you, Lawrence? Would you take her and have your way with her? Would you use her like a tramp? A whore? Would you soil her with your seed? Would you claim her as your slut, Lawrence?

“Would you fuck her? Would you? Would you make her beg? Make her show everything she’s kept hidden inside for so long?”

Emily closed her eyes and gave way to the feel of her hands between her legs.

Could she, she asked herself, could she say “fuck” in front of Lawrence?

She felt her orgasm welling up inside her belly, and she smiled because she realized in that moment she could indeed say “fuck” in front of Lawrence. As she came she also realized she could not only say it, but she could do it. She could fuck Lawrence. Yes, she knew she could. More than that, she knew she wanted him to take her. She wanted to see the lust in his eyes. She wanted to see the lust in him she might inspire. She wanted to be wanted by him, and taken by him, fucked by him until neither of them could stand anymore.

As her orgasm began to pass, she opened her eyes and saw the woman in the mirror. It was her, she knew.

She watched her own hands pull the robe closed and tie the sash. Then she took a deep breath and moved back and onto the bed behind her.

****

Larry considered the man in the mirrored wall and liked what he saw. The wall of mirrors made the room look twice its size. An illusion, certainly, but a good one. The man wore a dark suit, white shirt, and red tie. Larry had learned long ago that men dressed for business got much better service in strip clubs. Of course it was the prospects they offered. The tips, the table dances, the watered down drinks they might buy. Dancers latched onto men in business suits, and Larry didn’t mind one bit.

His day in Memphis had been spent at the hospital for the most part. A church member was there dying slowly in coronary care. Larry had been visiting with the family, holding hands, hugging some as they cried, making mental notes for the funeral, all in a day’s work for a modern day pastor. He had decided to get a hotel room and stay in the city for night. His treat, he told himself, although he told his wife he might be needed at the hospital the following day. The drive home, only two hours long, would have been too tiring after a draining day. A long day deserved a long night at his favorite club, Jessie’s Cabaret.

“Hi, Brother Larry, can I sit with you for a while?”

Starlet eased into the chair beside him before he could answer, but Larry didn’t mind.

Starlet was younger than twenty-five, Larry guessed, and had been dancing at Jessie’s for a little over two years. She was tall and long legged with natural breasts and a shaved pussy. Larry knew her pussy was shaved, or at least it was when he last paid to see it.

“I ain’t seen you here in a while, Brother Larry. Where ya been?”

“Been busy, Honey. Real busy.”

“That’s a shame, a real shame if you’ve been busy working. Being busy playing, now that’s another thing.”

“Not much play, Starlet. Certainly not enough, anyway. But that all could change tonight, at least for a little while.”

Starlet giggled before asking, “You wanna play a little with Starlet, Brother Larry? Maybe back in the V.I.P. Room?”

“Too much security in there for my taste,” Larry began. He knew from experience there were better rooms than the V.I.P. Room. That places was for suckers with no regard for how they spent their money. “And you, Sweet Starlet,” he went on, “Are only interested in how much money I’d be willing to spend to see you naked, right?”

“A girl has to make a living, Brother Larry, yes, a girl has to make a living.”

“How’s that little one of yours doing?” Larry decided to launch a different approach. He remembered Starlet’s baby. It had surprised him at first to realize how many of the dancers were single mothers, but as he thought through it he felt he’d come to understand it. Easy money, a lot of easy money. Home during the day. Usually family or a friend keeping the child at night while it mostly slept. Stripping for a living worked well for many uneducated single mothers who had the body to do it. But it wasn’t just the uneducated ones, Larry knew. Some with better than average educations did it too.

Starlet beamed when he asked about her little girl, and Larry saw a possible avenue open up.

“Maybe we can have coffee someday, Honey,” he tried. “And maybe I can meet that little one of yours. After all, I bet a mom like you needs someone to talk to, a friend away from here, I mean. Somebody to get to know who isn’t trying to play against the rules and cop a cheap feel during a table dance. Know what I mean?’

Starlet nodded her head and agreed, “That’d be nice, Brother Larry, real nice.” But before she could go on, her eyes caught sight of Jason, the new manager. Jason was checking her out to see if she was loafing. She knew he’d give her a raft of shit if she didn’t push some drinks or wiggle her ass for somebody pretty soon.

“Hey, Brother Larry, that new boss is gonna bust me if I don’t get a table dance outa somebody pretty soon. Why don’t you spring for one? Tell ya what, half price?” Starlet knew she could make up the lost money on tips later on. She also knew she’d have to dance for Brother Larry pretty soon, or she’d have to leave him alone and move on to another guy.

“Sure thing, Honey,” Larry told her as he reached into his coat pocket for the money he had budgeted for spending in the club. “How about five dollars?”

Starlet knew that Larry knew that table dances were fifteen dollars, but she didn’t want to squabble. She moved out of her chair to stand in front of him and wait for the beginning of the next song on the PA system. The song began and Starlet put on her business smile as she let the straps ease off her shoulders. The thin material caught briefly on her nipples before falling to her hips. She was dancing all the while, or at least moving her weight from foot to foot as her hips and upper body moved at opposite angles.

Larry leaned back in his chair and took her in. He spread his knees to let her step closer to him, which she did. Her knees touched his inner thighs as she danced and let the dress fall to her feet. Her thong disappointed him, but he didn’t want to waste any more money on her to get her to take it off.

Starlet danced into the song thinking of the new tires her car would soon have to have. She let her hair fall over Larry face when she leaned forward. And when she turned to face away from him, she bent at the waist to bring her ass very close.

Larry could see the pucker of her anus on each side of her thong when she bent over. A wide pucker or a narrow thong, which, he wasn’t sure. He wondered as he looked if she liked it in the ass. A new thought to carry with him. A new image for times alone.

Starlet turned as the song neared its end. She put her elbows on Larry’s shoulders and leaned close enough for him to lick between her breasts, but Larry didn’t and she knew he didn’t because to touch her would break the rules. Only the rules stood between her and being groped by the freaks. The rules were her friend even though she complained about them to the men who needed to think she wanted them to touch her.

Larry knew she could see his erection, but he didn’t care.

Starlet knew Larry wanted her. She also knew he would go as far with her in terms of sex as she would let him go. Larry was as horny as most of the men who paid to watch naked women dance. Starlet had realized that long ago. Somehow, though, he was different. He seemed to care about her, all of her, not just her tits and her ass. And it didn’t bother him that she had a baby at home. That was good. It was another thing that made him different from most of the others.

The song ended and Starlet stepped back. She ritualistically lifted her foot and placed it lightly on his thigh so he could tuck his miserly five dollar bill into her garter alongside the rest of her night’s take. When he had finished, she leaned to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“I gotta go, Sugar,” she whispered.

“I know, and good luck with the rest of the night.” Larry watched her work her way back into the dress. “Coffee sometime? Promise?”

She smoothed the dress over her hips, and told him, “I promise. Sometime soon.”

They both waved at the same time as she moved away, stopping briefly at the next few tables, looking for the next source of earnings.

Maybe, Larry told himself, maybe she’d give me a pity fuck.

Larry cared little why Starlet might fuck him. Pity was fine, if that was her reason. He just wanted to fuck her, that’s all. Kid or no kid. Fucking Starlet would be fine with Larry.

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