One Last Strip Tease

Chapter 4: Dance Bootcamp

“A-a h-h-undred thousand d-dollars?" Laurie sputtered as her face angrily flushed. “T-that's impossible!" She had trouble catching her breath. The cold expressions her captors wore made her feel trapped and helpless.

John stood up and picked up the tiny scrap of apricot-colored stripper wear. “Put this on and show us your dance moves. No martial arts unless you can do cartwheels and backflips though. Relax, you'll pay off your debt in no time," he added, almost sounding kind for the first time, though his words were far from kind.

She remembered she was naked and realized someone had taken away her clothing. What choice did she have? “Tomorrow is another day," was her mother's favorite quote from “Gone With The Wind," except she referred to the slot machines at the casinos. “Tomorrow is another day," she whispered.

“What did you say?" John demanded.

“Nothing," she replied sadly as she took the stripper-wear and without revealing the deep shame and humiliation she felt, began to put it on. It took all her focus to figure out the placement of the various strings and ties, but eventually she did, and she stood in front of her captors with her shoulders back and her chin held high.

“You look hot," John complimented and turned on a small stereo. He turned back and stared, unblinking.

Moments later the sultry tones of “Fever" by Peggy Lee came on and Laurie didn't know what to do. “I-I can't," she said. She wanted to cover herself. Wanted to hide behind the couch. Wanted God to send his angels to take her away from all this.

“Candy," John snapped his fingers at the stripper in the room who'd brought her the outfit. The curly-haired brunette with light blue eyes and freckles nodded and sashayed up to Laurie. She began posing and arching to the rhythm and invited Laurie to join her. Her dancing was very sensual and without a grain of self-consciousness, Laurie couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration.

“Do this," Candy said as she made the simple movement of swaying her hips side-to-side.

Laurie reluctantly copied her.

Candy advanced her moves and Laurie followed. It was easy and if Laurie was honest with herself, a tiny bit exhilarating.

“She's a natural," Candy said with a gentle smile.

Laurie glanced up and saw the blatant expressions of desire on her captor's faces, as they ogled her and Candy, especially John's. She followed his gaze and saw the hard peaks of her n*****s through the sheer cloth. His hungry gaze was eating her up, every peak, line, and curve.

A long, hot-pink nail reached out and tugged a string on Laurie's outfit. Her top came tumbling down.

Candy covered the perfect “oh" of her bright red lips with her offending hand.

Instinctively, Laurie moved to cover her breasts but seeing John shake his head, Laurie lowered her arms. She continued copying Candy's sultry dance moves and thankfully, the song soon came to an end.

John slowly picked up her discarded sheer top and caressed her breasts with it, like he was holding a washcloth and giving her a bath. “Excellent. You'll start tomorrow," he said in a low voice. “Today, you'll do a stripping bootcamp and learn all the basic moves. Candy will instruct you. You'll meet some of the other girls who want to brush up on their dancing, okay?" He placed the scrunched-up cloth into her palm and gently held up her chin. “Estas bella. You're beautiful," he said, and leaned in for a kiss.

Laurie quickly turned her head away, but his grip held her firmly in place. His lips briefly covered hers. Before Laurie even realized what was happening, she felt her butt squeezed.

Candy grabbed her arm. “Let's go." John slapped her butt too. She squealed.

John laughed heartily.

Laurie wished she could scrub her mouth and bum cheek with sanitizing wipes after John's unwelcome touches, and as she walked down the hallway topless, barefoot, and in a thong, she really missed her mom. She missed her real job. Missed Joe.

She wished she'd told him she loved him when she had the chance. She refused to think about whether she did. She just wanted a return to normalcy with normal, good people back in her life. Not kidnappers and strippers.

For the next two hours, Laurie was forced to learn and graded on basic and more advanced stripper moves. They used props like whips, chairs, poles, feathers, and blindfolds. She learned how to gyrate close to a client's lap without touching him, how to twerk in reverse cowgirl, the “bend and snap" was no longer a violent self-defense move, but an act of seduction, and she learned how to remove her clothing in a slow and sexy way that was sure to, “Turn on your friend's grandpa," as one of her helpers pointed out.

When Candy indicated practice was finished, Laurie ripped off her ridiculous heels and stumbled against a wall. She collapsed to the floor and downed an entire bottle of water. “That was awful," she said, as she massaged her stiff and sore feet.

Karess, a cocoa-complected, short-haired beauty, sashayed over, not seeming tired at all. “You just have to do that for six more hours tomorrow before you can call it a day." She shook her head and “tsked tsked" Laurie's lack of stamina, as though she'd always been capable of twerking eight hours a day in high heels. Then, seeing Laurie's irritated expression, she added, “It takes a while to get used to. So, do you have a stage name?"

Laurie shook her head. “They didn't give me one."

“You can pick it yourself. What about Angel? You kind of look like one."

Laurie smiled a little.

“Pul-eeze," Diamond, a pretty Asian girl said. “Call yourself Sugarbaby or something. You need to let the men know you want cash and lots of it!" Her top consisted only of two large star-shaped rhinestone pasties. Her bottom half was “covered" by the standard thong. Laurie was getting used to all the nudity.

“I'll be Angel," she replied, wanting to believe she was being protected by angels. She wanted to maintain her innocence as much as she could.

“Angel it is!" Candy said, approaching the group of women. She was clearly an amazing dancer, revealing only a tenth of the talent she had. Laurie believed she'd had training in classical dance because at times her posture and moves were so incredibly graceful and elegant, she belonged on a different kind of stage.

“So, Angel, you're off for the rest of the evening. I'll show you where we shower and sleep, and tomorrow night, it's your first show, girl!"