Dancing For Women 
by Stephen Albrow

Dancing for women is different , thought Lucy, as she stood in the car park of the Kitten Club awaiting her cue. It was her first time performing for an all-girl audience. She’d done strip routines and kissagrams for hundreds of middle-aged men in the past, but she’d never even been in a lesbian bar before, let alone stripped naked and danced in one. She felt her body shivering, partly due to nervousness but mainly due to the icy breeze that was shooting up her navy-blue miniskirt and cooling the bare flesh above her stocking tops. The birthday girl was a member of the police force, so she’d been asked to wear her saucy WPC outfit. It looked fantastic, but the tiny skirt and revealing blouse were hardly suited to the cold March weather.

Lucy hugged her arms across her chest, rubbing away the goose bumps on her breasts. Her blouse was unbuttoned to below bra level, exposing her cleavage to the cold night air. Her nipples had frozen into rigid bullets, almost sharp enough to rip through her white lace bra cups. The girls are gonna love that, she thought, her nervousness beginning to fade. Her desire to get out of the cold was now far greater than her fear of dancing for a room full of lesbians. She muttered ‘come on’ underneath her breath. She seemed to have been standing around for ages, but then, at last, her music started!

Here goes , thought Lucy, opening the door of the Kitten Club. It opened straight out on to the main bar, where the birthday girl and her friends were partying. The music went silent, like it always did at that point in Lucy’s routine, allowing her to point to the birthday girl and shout ‘You’re under arrest!’ Instantly, everyone in the place turned and looked straight at the sexy WPC. There was a moment’s pause, while everyone figured out what was happening, then suddenly the wolf-whistling started, closely followed by the dirty chants.

‘Get your tits out for the girls,’ sang the revellers, as Lucy marched towards the birthday girl, Jenna. Perhaps dancing for women won’t be any different, after all, thought Lucy, as she saw how raucous the crowd had become, not to mention the way the women were ogling her body. Lucy took confidence from that – she knew that if everyone was bedazzled by her tits and arse, then it was guaranteed that she could dominate the room. The music started up again, just as Lucy reached for Jenna’s hand. She dragged the pretty young cop out in front of her friends, then sat her down on a plastic chair.

Jenna looked even more nervous than Lucy felt, but Lucy was used to dealing with nervous customers. Part of her act involved getting the customer to lick chocolate sauce off her cleavage. But most men seemed to be terrified of going anywhere near her bosoms, especially if their wives were in the audience. In fact, most men were terrified throughout her act, in case they embarrassed themselves in front of their friends. They were scared of not looking at ease with a gorgeous woman, or of getting an erection and looking like a sleaze, or of not getting an erection and appearing gay!

With Jenna, most of these worries were irrelevant, so Lucy hoped her nerves would quickly fade. Her friends began clapping along in time with the music, as Lucy went into her dance routine. She circled Jenna’s body a couple of times, before sitting down in the WPC’s lap. Their lips almost touched in a teasing kiss, but as Jenna leaned forward to accept the kiss, Lucy jumped up again and span around.

Lucy leant down and touched her toes, making her skirt ride high above her stocking tops. As the audience cheered, she reached for her belt and unhooked one of her props, a plastic truncheon. Playfully, she took aim at her buttocks and then struck herself a couple of blows. She then turned around and pointed at Jenna. Next, she looked back out at the audience, as if to ask them the question – should I spank her?

Eager cries of approval greeted Lucy’s suggestion, so she made the birthday girl stand up. Suddenly, Jenna couldn’t stop giggling, so Lucy knew that she was up for some fun. She lifted up the WPC’s skirt, sending the audience into raptures by exposing the between-cheeks strap of her purple thong. Lucy gave Jenna’s buttocks a mischievous grope, then she took a step back and went to work with the truncheon.

In perfect rhythm with the music, Lucy delivered five quick blows to Jenna’s behind. Each one was greeted by a holler from the audience. There were yells of ‘spank her’ and cries of ‘harder’. One woman even shouted ‘Me next, officer!’ Everyone one in the room was really getting into it, and that brought out the best in Lucy. Every aspect of her performance grew in self-assurance. Her sexy gyrations became even sexier. Her dirty dancing grew even dirtier!

As for the moment when the strip-tease started, Lucy completely brought the house down. She made Jenna undo the remaining buttons on her blouse, then even before the blouse was off, she pulled at the Velcro fastening at the front of her bra. The cups sprang aside, uncovering her bosoms, the nipples still rock-hard and pointed from the cold. In the very same movement, Lucy did a twirl, then sent her miniskirt plummeting to the floor. Next, she bent down, scooped up the skirt and chucked it into the grateful audience.

‘How do I look?’ Lucy asked the birthday girl, as she led her back across to the chair.

‘Beautiful,’ said Jenna, sitting down like she was told to, then allowing Lucy to straddle her body. Lucy liked Jenna’s answer. She’d never looked at another woman before and seen such an obvious look of lust in her eyes. Every man she danced for wanted her body, but she’d never expected Jenna to feel the same way.

‘Your friends will love it if you touch me,’ said Lucy, the professional guiding the amateur through the performance.

‘Gladly,’ said Jenna, then she grinned at her pals, before grabbing hold of Lucy’s arse cheeks. As the WPC’s fingers spread out across her buttocks, Lucy reached in the pocket of her gaping blouse. She removed a toy gun, which was filled with chocolate sauce. Lucy leaned back and pushed out her tits, then shot a dollop of sauce on one of her nipples.

Jenna didn’t need any more guidance; her mouth was on Lucy’s nipple in an instant. She swallowed it whole and licked up the chocolate, then gleefully gobbled up even more jug. The audience went crazy, shouting ‘Get a room!’ and calling the performers ‘Lesbo sluts!’ The atmosphere was truly electric, but Lucy still felt able to take it higher.

Lucy squirted some chocolate on her other nipple, then watched as Jenna’s tongue went in hot pursuit. She lapped up every last drop of the delicious sauce, then continued sucking even after the syrup had vanished. Sweet sensations erupted in Lucy’s body, as the lesbian WPC titillated her teats in a way that surprised and even shocked her. The birthday girl’s nerves had completely vanished, to be replaced with an overwhelming confidence. Taking courage from the joyful reaction of her friends, she ran her hands all over Lucy’s body, groping the kissagram’s stockings and suspenders, while flicking her tongue all over her breasts.

Lucy had never lost control of a performance before, but Jenna seemed to be taking charge. Most men get shy when confronted by a beautiful, naked woman in a crowded room, but Jenna was thriving; pretty Jenna was having the time of her life. She grabbed the toy gun from Lucy and squirted some chocolate sauce on Lucy’s lips, then all of a sudden the two girls were kissing. Jenna kissed the chocolate off Lucy’s mouth, then her tongue pressed deep between her lips.

The noise in the room reached fever pitch, as the real WPC kissed the saucy one. Lucy had never known a customer to react so boldly before, and there was nothing she could do to stop herself melting in the young woman’s arms. There was something in the way that Jenna had sucked her nipples that excited Lucy beyond all measure. The chocolate routine was usually so clumsy, so awkward, with some petrified man licking gingerly at her teats and just wanting the whole thing over as fast as possible. But playful, passionate, adventurous Jenna didn’t seem to want the routine ever to end. And she hadn’t just gobbled up the chocolate sauce; she’d kissed, licked and sucked Lucy’s swollen nipples as if the two of them were long-term lovers making out in a private room.

Lucy could still feel her nipples tingling, even now that Jenna was kissing her lips. She’d lost it for a moment, but she had to reassert control. She was meant to be the professional performer and she couldn’t allow herself to be overawed just because she was dancing for a woman, not a man. Her act normally climaxed with a split-second flash of pussy, so she extricated herself from Jenna’s embrace and tried to get things back on track. She placed a hand on the front of her knickers and thrust her crotch into Jenna’s face. On the final beat of music, she would rip off the silk. But something distracted her – her knickers were wet!

For the first time ever, Lucy missed her cue, tugging off her knickers a second too late. The Velcro strips came apart as planned, but the scent of cuntjuice rising from her gash wasn’t something she’d expected at all. Neither was Jenna’s cheeky reaction. Instinctively, the WPC squirted a dollop of chocolate sauce between Lucy’s thighs.

‘You are a bad girl,’ Lucy said, as the audience roared its approval.

‘I know,’ said Jenna, already leaning forward. She stuck out her tongue and touched the sauce on Lucy’s clit. Lucy heard herself gasp, as a clitoral spasm sent a feel-good sensation coursing through her veins. Jenna had licked her so softly, so gently, giving promise of something, intriguing her, arousing her.

Normally Lucy couldn’t wait for her act to end, but for once she was sad to hear the music stop and the ovation start. As she and Jenna took their bows before the delirious audience, Lucy sensed that this had been a missed opportunity. Dancing for women had been special for her. Her nipples had been licked many times before, both onstage and off, but not even her favourite boyfriends had shown such a delicate, sensuous oral touch as Jenna. Gazing out at the crowd of cheering lesbians, she suddenly realised why. Of course, only another woman could ever really know how to satisfy a female erogenous zone. After all, she’d sucked many cocks in her life, but she’d never had a cock, so she could only guess what would feel nice. But Lucy knew what she liked having done to her pussy, so she’d know how to pleasure another girl, just as Jenna would know how to pleasure her.

‘Happy birthday!’ Lucy told Jenna, giving her a final kiss on the cheek. Both girls were still buzzing from the thrill of the performance, and from the delighted reaction of the crowd, which seemed to show no sign of abating. Everyone seemed to want the moment to last for ever, as if they all knew it was the high-point of the evening, and the rest would be just an anti-climax. And no one felt that more than Lucy. As she hurried off to the ladies to change, she felt an overwhelming sadness that she’d not been able to finish what she’d started.

A wistful Lucy could still hear the cheering, as she stood before the mirror re-doing her make up. She felt pleased that she’d shown everybody such a good time, but it was Jenna’s surprise reappearance that really lifted her spirits. The WPC came bursting into the ladies, lifting off her dress, as she walked over to Lucy. She led the kissagram into a vacant cubicle, then dropped straight down on to her knees.

‘I think I might have missed some chocolate sauce,’ said Jenna, pressing her face between Lucy’s thighs. Her lips formed a circle around Lucy’s clit, then her tongue started stimulating the sensitive nub. Lucy gazed down at the gorgeous woman kneeling down before her, happy and relieved to have her back again. She placed her hands on top of Jenna’s head, holding her face against her cunt. This time she wasn’t going to let the birthday girl escape so easily. This time Jenna was going to keep on licking until Lucy had experienced the orgasm she so desperately craved.

‘Make me come,’ Lucy whispered, then she bucked her pelvis forward. Jenna’s mouth slid through folds of soft pink skin, till her lips were circling the kissagram’s orifice. She thrust her tongue forward, entering the sticky hole, then slapped her hands against Lucy’s buttocks. As her fingers dug into the toned, tanned cheeks, Jenna began to pump her tongue back and forward.

Jenna’s clitoral licks had been soft and tender, but the taste of Lucy’s pussy seemed to bring out the beast in her. Lucy’s orifice was tight, but Jenna wouldn’t be beaten. She jammed her tongue through the tensed up muscles, her forceful licks making Lucy squeal. Again and again, she pushed her tongue back and forward, desperate to feel the first orgasmic pulsation rippling through Lucy’s muscles. She could already smell and taste the sex-juice, as well as hear the squeals, so she knew Lucy’s orgasm was fast approaching. All that was missing was the first big pulse, so she drove her tongue forward as hard as she could.

Lucy let out a high-pitched moan, as her cunt muscles parted to receive Jenna’s tongue. She felt her knees start to buckle, so she released her grip on Jenna’s head. She pressed her hands against the sides of the toilet cubicle, steadying herself against the wooden walls. A huge wave of sexual pressure was pulsing through her pussy muscles, causing her insides to spasm around Jenna’s tongue, which was two-inches deep inside her hole. A massive orgasm was welling up inside her, ready to burst out at any moment. She wanted it to happen, but her body was demanding further stimulation. Like a sneeze that continually wrinkles the nose but doesn’t quite come, her orgasm left her standing on the precipice.

Jenna pulled her tongue out of Lucy’s pussy and looked up into the kissagram’s face. She could see the frenzied sexual tension in her eyes; the about-to-burst feeling in her flushed pink features. Sliding her hands up Lucy’s body, she reached her pert, curvaceous jugs. Her fingers tightened around Lucy’s nipples, then her tongue sprang back into action. It slid over Lucy’s orifice, en route to her clit, where just one lick was enough to make it happen.

Lucy beat her hands against the cubicle walls, as a clitoral spasm re-ignited the wild pulsations between her legs. Another wave of tension went shooting through her pussy muscles. Another quickly followed, accompanied by a sudden outpouring of syrupy juice. Lucy started screaming, just as Jenna started licking. Suddenly, her tongue was everywhere, lapping up the streams of come with obvious enjoyment. Jenna’s passionate licks served to heighten what was already the biggest orgasm of the kissagram’s life. She stared down at the WPC, unable to believe that another woman was capable of making her feel so good.

‘Kiss me now,’ said Lucy, helping the WPC back up to her feet. Their lips came together, but not for long, because Lucy wanted to return the favour. She leaned down and started kissing Jenna’s breasts, but Jenna just pushed her down to her knees. Her purple thong was wet with juice. Lucy tugged it aside, then licked Jenna’s cunt.

‘Now you make me come,’ Jenna said, as Lucy zeroed in on her clit. She planted six wet kisses on the sticky-out stub, then opened wide and licked it hard. The WPC started groaning immediately, like she was almost ready to climax. She must have really loved the taste of my fanny , thought Lucy, as she placed a hand on Jenna’s gash. Her finger pushed between two moist lips, then carefully slotted deep inside.

Jenna’s sex was full of tension; Lucy could feel it straight away. The muscles were gripping skin-tight to her finger, which she pushed back and forward, while licking Jenna’s clit. Lucy smiled as she detected the first real hard convulsion, reminding her of her recent climax. Wanting to feel that same intensity again, she jumped back to her feet and parted her thighs.

Lucy kept her finger in Jenna’s pussy, and the WPC responded in kind. Their bodies pressed together, their breasts and mouths meeting, as they finger-fucked each other’s cunts. After a matter of seconds, Lucy felt her earlier orgasm coming back to the boil, but it was Jenna who pulled her lips away from Lucy’s and was first to yell with orgasmic delight. She spasmed hard around Lucy’s finger, her juices gushing into the palm of the kissagram’s hand. Lucy’s response was instant – just feeling Jenna’s climax was enough to bring her back to the glorious orgasmic heights of moments ago.

The two women yelled the sexual tension out of their bodies, then with the screaming over, they could kiss once more. Their lips tasted of pussy, a familiar taste to Jenna, but a new one to Lucy, and one that she’d quickly learned to like. Dancing for women had been different for her, and so had making love to one – different, exciting and wholly fulfilling. There’d be many more men for her to dance for in the future, but Lucy hoped, in fact, she couldn’t wait, to dance for women again.