ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

Memories
(Strippin' 2)

by LB Anderson

DISCLAIMER: Xena (Slick) and Gabrielle (Campfire Sadie, Carmen/Mouse) are not mines, they belong to MCA, and no copyright infringements are intended.  Also if you are below the age of (18) or offended by girls getting their groove on, I suggest you STOP HERE! Otherwise fall prisoner to HOT! Same sex love.  

Written and © Copyrighted by: L.B. Anderson
August 24, 1999

Cover by Michelle Galea

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“So,” Murray said throwing his arms up in the air.  “How was your lap dance?”  He asked while lowering his head and giving Slick one of his goofier raised eyebrow looks.  “I want that girl and I don’t care what I have to do to get her.”  Slick grabbed her hat and her long overcoat and headed for the door.  Murray spun around and dropped his hands limply to his side.  What the hell…doesn’t she know that this isn’t the mall and you just can’t have the retailer order you a Camp Fire Sadie?  What the shit is going on with her anyway?  I’ve never seen her so obsessed about any woman and it isn’t like she doesn't have plenty in her bungalow already.  What’s Sadie got that all the other women don’t have? Murray thought, while running to catch up with Slick.

Back in the dressing room…

“Hey, hey, hey why if it isn’t miss good pussy.  Well, your Royal Highness did you make him scream your name?” Chocolate Slurp asked, while putting on her clothes.  Sadie didn’t respond and she definitely didn’t want to tell the girls that she let an absolute stranger, and a woman, diddle her person and made her squeal like a stuck pig. 

“It went like it usually did.  She’s happy and I’m six hundred dollars richer.”  Sadie said with her head down.  Her voice was so faint that Chocolate had to turn to look in the mirror at her expression.

“Are you telling me that Al had you to perform a lap dance for a woman?” Chocolate asked, moving closer to Sadie to view the expression on her face.  “I don’t know what the big deal is?  We do it all the time for men, don’t we?”  Sadie’s tone of voice was almost venomous. 

“Calm down baby girl.  Speak to me like that again and I might put my foot up against your neck.  Now…let’s try this again.”  Chocolate said calmly as she placed her hand upon Sadie’s shoulder.  “Did Al have you to do a lap dance on a woman?”  Sadie sighed and returned, “Yes,” just as benevolently as Chocolate’s tone.  Chocolate pulled up a seat and gazed up and down Sadie’s nude body.  She noticed the color disfiguration the moment Sadie stepped through the door.  And she seemed more relaxed than she usually did after a dance.  Usually she was highly disgusted and immediately bolting for the shower to supposedly get the stench off of her.

Chocolate slid closer to Sadie and asked her if the woman had touched her.  Sadie didn’t say anything. 

“I’m going to ask you again Sadie, because I honestly think that you didn’t hear me.  Did that woman touch you?”  Sadie lowered her forehead in to her already propped up hands and uttered, “Yes.”  Chocolate didn’t speak.  She wanted Sadie to reflect on her actions and when she was ready, she could explain it to her.  Sadie was usually the type that could be perceived at times as a formidable tease.  You can look but don’t touch.  So what had happened in that room to change that aspect?

“Chocolate,” Sadie said softly, not quite sure how to explain what she was feeling when she walked into that room. 

“The minute my eyes met hers I felt jolts of electricity surge through my body.  I’ve never had anyone to look at me the way she did.  It was commanding and passionate at the same time.  The music was playing and you know R. Kelly drops down explicit details.  By the time I reached her, her burning gaze had me begging for her to touch me.  And when I finally sat down in her lap and began to grind against her heated love chamber, I felt as if she was mine and I was hers.  Chocolate I have never felt such power.  I wanted her to take me to heights unknown and what’s even stranger was I believe she felt the same way.  When we were finished she said something about making me hers and I told her I don’t think so.  I don’t like FAST women.”  Sadie then turned and gazed sincerely into her friend’s understanding eyes and mumbled. 

“Chocolate, I said that but all the time she knew as well as I that it was a lie.  I am scared.  I have never been attracted to anyone like I am to that woman.  She’s strong yet gentle, powerful yet alluring, commanding yet yielding. I don’t know what I’m going to do.  I would love to have a relationship with her, but not as her slave or bitch.  She’s so arrogant and sure of herself.  I want her to know she can have me, but not with that attitude.  Can you help me out Amber?” 

Amber smiled and returned, “Sure Mouse, it’s the least I can do for my little sis.  Now let’s get home before V. D. and Pocahontas start to worry.”  “Okay,” Sadie agreed.  She then put on her road clothes and followed Chocolate out.

Back at Slick’s place…

“Hey baby,” Silk said, opening the door for Slick and Murray.  “Murray don’t you have some place to be?”  Silk asked, while removing Slick’s hat and coat. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow Murray. I’m going to bed.”  Slick stated walking up the steps that led up to her bedroom.  “Aw right (Alright), but maybe we can discuss that little scenario more tomorrow huh?”  Slick didn’t bother to turn around as she waved her hand in acknowledgement of her partner’s final statement.

Silk closed the door behind him and stormed upstairs.

“Where in the fuck have you been and who is the whore you’ve been with?  I can smell that bitch’s cheap ass perfume all over you.  What’d she do, eat your…” Before she knew what was happening Slick had caught her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. 

“What I do with my time is my business!  And whom I am with is also my business.  If you don’t like what I do, then your no count ass can step (get the fuck out).” 

“Please Slick I didn’t mean any harm. It’s just that I was worried about you.  Hell, you know I’ll do anything you ask.  I won’t do that again, I promise.”  Silk pleaded, hoping her lies would prompt Slick to turn her loose.

Slick released her grip in a clawing retreat.  Scratching Silk’s throat as she pulled away from her.  “Get out…If you stay the night it will not be in this room.”  Slick then grabbed a hand full of Silk’s hair and shoved her out the door.  Slick locked the door and prepared to go to bed.  Although Silk managed to deter her thoughts temporarily, she still couldn’t vanquish Slick’s thoughts of possessing the only woman that made her soul create a song each time her memory recalled her image.  Slick slid in between her silk sheets and pulled the covers up over her ample bosom. 

What is it that you want and need in a mate Camp Fire Sadie?  What do you want in a lover?  I know you’re not adverse to being with a woman or we wouldn’t have experienced the mind boggling, climatic idiom we experienced several hours ago.  Slick sighed despairingly and gazed over at the phone.

I wonder if she’s still up? And…if she is, is she thinking about me like I am she?  Slick grabbed the phone with the intention of calling information and getting her number.  Wait, shit, I can’t damned well call customer service and say do you have the telephone number for Camp Fire Sadie. They’ll think my ass is crazy.  Slick ponder her strategy a little longer before thinking, Al…he knows her number.  I’ll call him.  Slick hung up the phone before dialing the Hot Spot’s number. 

Damn, I can’t do that either.  He’ll probably start thinking that I’m stalking her, which wouldn’t be far from the truth.  Slick thought with a chuckle.  Bump (forget) this! I’ll just have Murray do the investigating.  He likes it when I ask him to do things for me.  It makes him feel better about himself.  So tomorrow, I’ll have him find out everything that I need to know about the woman who is going to become my wife.  Slick hung up the phone and turned onto her sleeping side while pulling the neighboring pillow to her.  I am going to make you mine Sadie, or whatever your name is and when I do, I am never letting you go. Slick finished closing her eyes and drifted away into images of her and Sadie making love under a waterfall.

Sadie’s place…

“Where in the Hell have you two been?” Pocahontas snapped, while placing a large chef salad on the table and turning to glare at the pair.

“Mouse’s got a girl friend,” Chocolate poked, giving Sheila (Pocahontas) an inviting glance.  Pocahontas’s mouth fell open.  “Amber (Chocolate) are you telling me that our little Mouse is interested in dipping into some wet plains?”  Both women giggled, danced around in a circle while patting and slapping each other’s hands. 

“Hay (Hey) w’atsup (What is up)?”  Veronica (V.D., Vanilla) asked as she observed the giddy pair dancing around chuckling hysterically.  All three of Sadie’s roommates have had their share of both men and women lovers, but they’d never imagined that their little mouse would join them in the love pool this soon.  At times, the trio wondered if Sadie would ever find anyone interesting enough to want to be with.

“Y’all are shitting me right?  Our little celibate mouse is thinking about sharing her cage with another? And not doubt a WOMAN.”  Veronica practically shouted.

“No baby,” Amber popped.  Sadie remained quiet, not quite sure if she felt comfortable with the whole thing.  She had never felt like this before and now her so understanding friends was making her feel worse and guilty for having these desires. 

“This lady is not just any old admirer.  Carmen (Sadie/Mouse) has nabbed herself the most respected and prestigious woman in this side of town. Many know her as Slick.” 

Veronica and Shelia stopped and gazed over at their little friend.  Truly amazed by what they were hearing.  Carmen finally hung up the blazer she wore over her very revealing T-shirt, avoiding her shocked friends’ gazes. 

“You are a lying bitch Amber.  That woman hates everybody and bedding any woman is just a notch in her S/M belt.  You couldn’t be talking about Carmen liking her.  I’ve met strippers that are terrified at just the mention of that woman’s name.  Surely, Carmen hasn’t been with her.”  Veronica panted, clenching onto a still surprised Pocahontas’s hand, whom was on the verge of falling to her knees from the pressure of her friend’s grip.

“Please tell me Mouse…this isn’t true is it?  Is It?  Did that bitch hurt you or make you do something that you didn’t want?  TALK TO US CARMEN!  HOW IN THE FUCK DID YOU WIND UP WITH HER ANY WAY?”  Veronica shouted, panic evident in her gaze. 

Stories, stories, stories, she could tell them all some stories of that woman.  Some even think that she is a chosen temptress sent from the very bowels of hell to recruit as many souls as she can.  Every one of her old girlfriends that thought they too were in love with Slick had their hearts violently ripped from its casing.  And once that was done, she discarded them like old rags while selecting out a new plaything.

“No, it can’t be Slick the one that owns the Fiery Pit.  No…no way in Hell!  Forget about her Carmen.  She is evil and not for you.  Stay away from her.”  Veronica said, while taking the plate that Carmen had prepared for herself and walking off talking to herself.

“I like her,” Carmen said quietly.  Veronica whirled around so fast that part of her salad leapt from her plate. 

“What did you say to me?” V.D. asked with a menacing glare.  Although Veronica and Carmen were about the same age they were still Aunt and Niece.  Veronica was Carmen’s grandmother’s younger daughter.  (One of those love children that momma figured while doing it that she was too old to get. Life is full of surprises isn’t it?)

Carmen shrugged her shoulders and cast her eyes down toward the salad she was preparing for the second time.  “I said I like her.”  She said in a humbled tone.  Shelia and Amber watched as Veronica stood staring in disbelief at her niece as she nonchalantly continued to build her salad.

“She is not for you and you will not defy me in this Carmen.  Stay away from her and every thing will be fine.  Do you hear me?” Veronica asked with a growl.  What Carmen didn’t hear was the fear that lingered in her younger aunt’s voice.  Everything she heard about that woman was pure evil and she was willing to do anything she needed to keep Carmen from her whorish grasp.  (Veronica had no idea that Slick had already popped that interest level of Sadie’s and entered her celibate realm.)

“Carmen…did you hear me?”  Sadie didn’t want the confrontation to brew to a scalding state so she just nodded her head obediently at her aunt’s question.  She knew in her heart that all Veronica was doing was trying to protect her, but if loving Slick had it’s pitfalls she would just have to learn how to avoid them.  She agreed to Veronica’s demands, at least at the present and openly, but Sheila and Amber could feel a little test of wills about to go on here.  Carmen could be so defiant at times that a person would have to mentally shut down by the help of deep breathing to keep them from killing her.  Veronica dropped her untouched plate onto the table.  Carmen could still feel Veronica’s eyes on her but she didn’t dare say anything or return the gaze. 

“I’m going up to bed now.  I don’t feel much like eating any more.”  She then glared at Carmen once more and trotted upstairs.

“Wow, I’ve never seen V.D. so pissed off.  The minute her niece comes out of the closet.  She shoves her back in and slams the door.”  Shelia said, tossing Amber a forty (eight-ball/malt liquor).  She then looked over at Carmen and decided this was the night that she’d introduce Carmen to the Blues and the piss water to drink it down with. 

“Amber drop down some B.B. King (play some music)…and end it with a little of Queen, Aretha.”  Pocahontas ordered while tossing Carmen an eight ball.  She then snatched one out of the cooler for herself, twisted the top off of it and tossed it over her shoulder. 

“Now let’s talk about love and the skanchs (tricks) that keep us from it?” Amber and Carmen chuckled as they all lifted their quarts up in a plastered salute and took a huge swig.

Upstairs…

Veronica listened to the soulful tones of B.B. King seeping through the seals of her bedroom door.  Her eyes became heavy with melancholy and sleep.  She never in a million years would forget the ungodly night that she laid eyes on Slick.  She pulled up to the bus stop, she was standing on, in a cold, black limousine looking as good as she wanna.  She petitioned V.D. to spend some time with her.  Back then all Veronica wanted was the power of having money. That was how she was able to purchase the brownstones they all lived in and plus two more as rentals. 

Since she knew Slick had money, the opportunity to get some had presented itself.  She quickly got into the car with a much younger Slick and immediately fell in love.  She was the most radiant woman she had ever seen.  She leaned back into the seat ever so arrogantly and told Veronica that she enjoyed her performance and was hoping that she and her friends, about that time the lights came on in the back on the limo, could spend some time with her.  At first Veronica was very uncomfortable and was really contemplating had she made the right decision to spend the even with this woman.  Slick must have sense the uneasiness and told Veronica that she was only there for her pleasure and that the others liked to watch.  After negotiating a fee, Veronica agreed to let Slick fuck her in front of her friends. 

Veronica clenched at the covers as her mind retrieved the horrible ordeal in flashes.  She remembered how hot she was as Slick kissed her all about her face and heaving breasts while two of her fingers rammed in and out of her.  Veronica felt the warmth she felt that night as she hunched feverishly at Slick’s slippery fingers.  Out of no where, one of Slick's friends joined her, stretching Veronica’s legs wider and shoving her fingers deep into her pussy, patterning her thrusts with Slick who was still sucking at her neck and pushing her firmly against the seat suspending the movement of her left arm and hand.  Her other friend applied the same pressure aborting Veronica’s motions and squirming all together.

“Please…Please stop,” Veronica uttered quietly, somewhat enthralled with the four fingers now thrusting heatedly into her throbbing snatch.  But nothing could prepare her for the assault that was about to happen.  Slick wasn’t interested in spending time with her.  She wanted to put the Burning Lady’s choice girl out of commission so that she would get their business during Veronica’s absence.  The last thing Veronica remembered was five sets of three fingers ramming viciously in and out of her.  Some were clawing while others dug and twisted in her.  The pain was unbearable as they penetrated her aching, bleeding, snatch over and over again.   She can still hear Slick’s voice as she almost screamed, “Fuck that bitch…fuck her…fuck her hard…fuck her till she can’t scream anymore.” 

No sooner had she said that than Veronica passed out.  The violating must have continued afterwards because when they finally tossed her out on whore’s strip she was bleeding like a slaughtered cow.  One of the hookers that knew her, quickly pulled out her cell phone and called the ambulance while kneeling to try and comfort her as shock fought to settle in her body.  After the call the hooker continued to talk to her while pulling her up into her arms.  To this day Veronica had never forgotten that woman.  Nor, had she forgotten the sinister sneer Slick gave her while throwing three thousand dollars out of the car over her and her new friend. 

“Thanks for the good fuck,” She quirked entertainingly.  “You brought life to our party.”  All of her friends cackled with her as the limousine peeled away and the smoke tinted window rolled back up.

Carmen was only fifteen years old so she didn’t quite understand why it took nearly three months for her aunt to return to work.  Each and every day Veronica thanked the creator that she met Pocahontas and Chocolate about a month before it happened.  The moment they heard she had been raped they moved in and took on the responsibility of the brownstones and raising Carmen while she was out of it.  No one knew who was the person that actually assaulted Veronica.  She never did reveal it to anyone.  She didn't even report it to the cops.  It would probably be a secret she would take to her grave.  That is, unless she couldn’t come up with any other way to keep Carmen for falling into the greedy clutches of that evil bitch Slick.  Veronica felt the tears of helplessness as they dripped off her cheeks onto her silk sheets.  Even in sleep the pain of that night still plagued her soul.

You will never have my baby.  Carmen is mine and I will do anything to keep her away from you!  Maybe I’ll tell her that you were the reason why I didn’t work for a period of three months.  Maybe I’ll tell her how and your friends violently used me in a ploy to increase your revenue and your club’s popularity.  Maybe I’ll tell her that you are incapable of love and all you want to do is use her.  One way or another I will keep you from hurting her or anyone that I love and that is my silent promise…Miss Slick.  Veronica thought as the tears continued to drip from her closed eyes.

PART 3

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