ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

Strippin'

by LB Anderson

DISCLAIMER: Ladies and Gents, you know the deal. Xena (Slick) and Gabrielle (Camp Fire Sadie) are not mine, 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.

Note: I thought of this one by myself after the Masseuse. So my praises go out to the man up top for the talent. And I like to send a special Thank you out to EACH of the Web Mistresses for allowing a re-post of one of my favorite UBERs. Jennis and Nicki, I like to thank you both as well. Thanks for giving Ol’ LB a few hands.

Written and Copyrighted by: L.B. Anderson
August 21, 1999, Re-reedited: 10/7/00

SUMMARY: The owner of the Fiery Pit is supposedly out to recruit more girls for her club, but in all reality she's looking for a woman that makes more than her core burn. The desire to be with other women has definitely dwindled. She no longer craved wild, uncommitted sex.  She desires a mate, and the minute she lays eyes on the talented little Camp Fire Sadie, her path is immediately set...to get that woman.

Shall we go in?

Cover by Michelle Galea

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"Ladies...and Gentleman, settle back and have another round because I am about to introduce the hottest thing in town. Patrons of the Hot Spot, I am proud to present...Camp Fire Saaaadie."

The lights in the room dropped down to a cozy level, setting the mood for sizzling entertainment. The stage glowed as the red port lights created the scene for the petite, talented, cowgirl stripper. The thought provoking hit of One Twelve echoed about the room (We can do it anywhere).

The stage curtains slowly parted as a medium built, golden, red head, artfully moved past them wearing a green suede coat completely buttoned in the front, eel skin boots, matching hat and suede gloves. The outfit she wore made her hair appear even more dangerously red as she shoved her hands into her pockets while opening her legs under her coat.

"This little hunny (right) here be smoking," Slick's partner Murray said, while gazing dreamily up at the well-disguised little dancer.

Murray could almost be Joker’s twin. He and Slick were about the same height. His hair was dishpan blonde, he had a goofy disposition, brown eyes and full lips. Murray and Slick were usually together when they went looking for talent to recruit for Slick's club, The Fiery Pit. It was a distinguished nightspot for those of a particular taste (Okay, it was a Gay Bar).

Slick was wearing an all leather outfit, with a waist length biker designed jacket, smelting matching pants, a street styled braided heifer (a hat that dipped in the front), and a knee stretch corresponding cape. Her hair looked even more shiner as the cold glimmering black locks hung precariously over her shoulders and busts. The bluish hues in her eyes gleamed alluringly, and her body was absolutely entrapping as she stood over nearly six feet tall. She quickly removed her hat and poncho before settling in for the entertainment.

Bring on the Girls...

Slick listened as the music ceased and Camp Fire Sadie held her position. R. Kelly's Beat (Home Alone) rumbled throughout the room as Sadie began to make titillating hip movements under her long coat while poetically taking alternating tipping steps further out on the stage heading for the runway. She then slowly lifted her hands out of her pockets while still gyrating her hips and rubbing her covered body suggestively.

As the music continued to bump, she began to twirl in a circle while removing her gloves and slinging them into the audience. The recipients screamed, wanting more. Slick looked on, truly intrigued with the hidden features of the unrecognized figure. Sadie twirled back to the front and gradually lifted her head revealing an eel skin evergreen mask that made her eyes look even more forestry. Slick placed her elbows upon the table and scooted closer, anxious for the little woman to reveal her identity.

Slick observed Sadie's stage prowess as she moved gracefully out onto the runway, drawing heated screams from the crowd. Sadie then began to open her coat while still swirling her hips to the beat of the music. As soon as she undid the last button, the audience became hysterical. Sadie swung around with the grace of a sheet whipping the wind. Turning her back to the audience, which was now coming up out of their seats.

"I told you she was hot. Every night she performs, the Hot Spot has a sell out." Murray said, while joining the crowd in standing. Slick rose elegantly from her seat and moved through the crowd right up to the stage.

The DJ suddenly changed pops again; playing R. Kelly's hit entitled Freak Dat Body. Sadie spent around and snatched her coat opened. The crowd went berserk. She hastily slung her coat to the floor and dropped down into an opened leg, grinding squat. All the time she was grinding her hands elegantly cradled her twisting hips.

Slick's mouth began to water like never before. Sadie's body was nothing short of a shapely model. Her pink tinted thighs flexed with power and the two piece, eel skin, bathing suit wasn't bad either. <By the lord in the sky, I have to have that.> Slick thought, moving closer to the end of the stage.

Sadie poetically rose to a full stance while graciously moving her hands up upon her ample bosom and RIPPED open the eel skin covering cradling her glistening bouncing breasts.

Causing the audience to swoon in thought.

<Oh yeah...baby! Show me those juicy, delicious tits.> Slick pleaded silently, as Sadie's gaze fell upon hers. That's right baby, come to me. Slick coached, while issuing an alluring raised eyebrow expression. Sadie tipped lightly up to Slick and broke down into a frontward split.

All the time the little dancer continued to gyrate her hips while reaching for the statuesque beauty's hands. Slick allowed the tempting little splendor to guide her hands up to the mask. Slick smiled as the audience went wild encouraging her to take the mask off. Slick threaded her fingers into Sadie's soft golden hair and untied the latches behind. The minute she saw the little stripper's eyes, Slick could swear she felt a dizzy spell coming on. They were the most exquisite orbs she had ever seen.

Sadie then seized the taller customer's wrist and dragged her hands down her body. Slick gasped and closed her eyes while basking in the feel of the clammy, soft, curvaceous ripples of Sadie's stomach. She could feel her wetness pool and drip into her panties. Sadie then threaded the attractive volunteer's thumbs in each side of her trunks while the audience yelled roars of encouragement to remove them.

Slick tore the sides open and slowly pulled the trunks away from the blonde's twirling hips.

Slick had to grab the end of the stage to compensate for her buckling knees as her eyes zoned in on the most astonishing sight she'd ever witnessed. Not only was Sadie's love chamber staggering to the view, it was moist as well.

Slick could feel the wetness of her tongue as it dragged against her dark tinted lips. Sadie winked at Slick before slamming her knees shut and rolled away from her in a tumbling, back roll, easily regaining her height. Sadie then moved her hands probingly over her body once more while twirling to allow the audience to view her shrine of magnificence before dipping her head and tilting her hat to her helper. She then sauntered hypnotically back down the stage and behind the big, cold, back drapes.

The audience screamed for what seemed like a solid hour.

"What did I tell you?" Murray asked with a comical expression on his face.

"Didn't I tell you that little wanch (wench) was hot? Shit, I know your fingertips are still burning from the touch."

Slick snatched her seat to her and twirled it around while sitting gapped legged in it and sniffing at the bottoms she ripped from the little vivacious honey's inviting frame.

"I want to meet her." She said, without taking her eyes from the stage.

"Awright," Murray said, smacking his lips and drumming on the table while looking for his friend Al, who was the assistant manager of the Hot Spot.

"I'll be right back." He said, once he located his associate.

Slick sipped at her drink as the entertainers drifted among the audience. She searched each entrance to find Sadie, but to no avail. Only the women that seemed like regulars to the crowd moved about the room.

<Where in the hell is she? Damn I want to see her again.> Slick cogitated, gazing around the club.

"Here she is Al. She's my boss and the owner of The Fiery Pit."

Slick glared up at the chunky, cigar-puffing, elephant as drool dripped from the right corner of his mouth.

"Have a seat Al. I want to know what it will cost me to set up a meeting with your Camp Fire Girl?"

"So you like our little gold mine huh? I hope you're not thinking of stealing her, because I will fight you with everything I've got. I can't lose her, the crowd loves her."

"Calm down, piglet." Slick cracked.

"I'm not interested in taking her from your employment. I just want to meet her."

"Well, we have a strict policy here. The only way you can meet my prime, choice girls is to buy a lap dance, which for Camp Fire Sadie will cost you six hundred smackeroos."

"You are a cheating bastard. How much of that does Sadie actually get, two hundred?"

"Hey, I am very fair with my chief girls. Her cut will be four hundred of that, if you must know."

Slick narrowed her eyes and reached out her hand to Murray. He quickly snatched a wad from his pocket and dropped it into her hand. Slick tossed it to the fat slob and said, "Here's a thousand. I want her completely naked when she comes into the room. I'll be waiting, but not for long." She warned, before standing and heading over to the rooms in which the girls offered private dancing sessions for the paying customers.

Back in the dressing room...

"Hey," Al called out. "Where is Camp Fire?" Each of his dancers mumbled and tossed lingerie at him.

"Y'all better be nice to me. Who else would be bothered with your trifling coochies?" He yelled over the defiant mutters rumbling in the room.

Just before knocking at Sadie's door, he straightened his loosened tie and wiped the beads of perspiration from his brow. He was really nervous. Sadie hardly ever agreed to do lap dances, and with a woman, he was sure she would blow her cap.

"Come," She shouted, after hearing Al's faint knock. Al stepped into the room and glanced at each of his top dancers. There were only four that shared this room and they were definitely crowd pleasers.

"Hello ladies," He said, fidgeting and tugging at his triple sized pants. Chocolate Slurp turned around in her chair as sweet as she wanna be, with her legs crossed and those big luscious bazooms staring at him. She was an African Queen in every sense of the word.

"Al," Vanilla Delight said, rising from her chair. She was also a deity. She had spiked blonde hair, blue eyes and a body that would make you pat your self down to check for any wounds.

"Any time you call us ladies you want us to serve somebody. Who is it? One of your drunken ass friends whose dick won't even think about getting hard? Or is it a banker that wants to feel you up while grinding on his Sampson (mighty staff)."

"No V.D., it is not one of my friends. This person owns the Fiery Pit, and that person would like to meet Sadie." Camp Fire whirled around in her seat and gave him a vicious scowl.

"Al, if this is one of your perverted, "I didn't know I was touching you" friends, I'm going to come back here and have Pocahontas kick you in the balls. Follow my drift, fierce leader?"

Pocahontas was the final girl that shared a dressing room with the trio, but Momma was far from being the last of quartet's beauties. One look at her and you would fall to your knees and thank the goddess Artemis for such a tempting creation.

She had long coal black hair, hypnotic dark eyes, golden tinted skin and a body that would make a grown man empty his bladder on the spot. (These girls were hot. What! Did I wet my pants? American products, there's nothing like 'em in the entire world. Now back to the story.)

Camp Fire rose from her chair and tied her robe shut with the matching sash. "Uh...uh hum," Al struggled, clearing his throat. Sadie turned around and Al could swear, if only for a second that he saw fire jump from her eyes.

"This person paid to see your birthday suit while you perform." He said faintly while wiping the now running sweat from his chubby face. Sadie narrowed her eyes and said, "Girls be ready to kick his ass, because if that person touches my body offensively we're all going to kick your impudent tail." Camp Fire then dropped her robe drawing oohs and aahs from her girls.

"Go girl," Chocolate Slurp encouraged.

"Make that mother stu...stu...stutter as he cums." V.D. and Pocahontas leaned back laughing as they followed a highly confident Sadie out the Door.

"ATTENTION, YOU PEASANT SWINE." Pocahontas shouted over the mumbles and complaints echoing throughout the room. The moment her voice rose the talking and groaning stopped. Al watched on, hoping like hell there were no altercations in that room to cause these women to brutally beat him.

"KNEEL BEFORE YOUR QUEEN, CAMP FIRE SADIE."

The little strawberry blonde fell right into the role as she stepped elegantly down the center of the room of her obedient servants. Once she reached the other door she turned graciously around and bid her subjects to continue their assigned duties.

Chocolate cackled at the usually reserved friend of theirs as she threw her nose in the air and walked off.

"Hey, watch out for that step that Al hasn't fix yet!" Vanilla yelled out, right before Sadie growled out, "Ouch."

The entire dressing room roared with laughter.

"Oh my queen, did you hurt yourself?" One of the girls that played the role of the obedient servant inquired.

"CUNTS," Sadie snapped, while looking for entertaining room two.

Once she arrived at the appointed door, the music she selected began to play in the room. It was R. Kelly's suicide song. Sadie moved into the room like a seamstress's hands caressing a fine selection of cloth. The idea of the owner of The Fiery Pit being a woman didn't shock her. Her gaze fell upon the woman that she had allowed to rip her very clothes from her earlier. Camp Fire moved in a weaving manner, not wanting to get to her target too fast. More than anything she wanted this woman to be as hot as she was right now.

Slick watched as Sadie moved in her teasing pattern. Knowing the sensual pace was being used to stimulate her, and that it was definitely doing.

Sadie's fingertips moved up her body as she created a very suggestive wave while dropping her head back. <Oh lord, look how hard her nipples are becoming. Did that fat fuck say I couldn't touch that? I know damn well that I'm going to have to pay him more, because there is no way in hell she's getting out of this room without me grazing that.> Slicked thought, licking her lips.

Sadie continued to fondle her body in ways that Slick could only imagine viewing. Slick automatically opened her legs and leaned back onto the love seat she was sitting in. She was so hot that she could have sworn she saw smoke coming from her crotch.

<That's right baby pinch them sweet tits, oh lord. Brang (bring) it on. I want to feel that limber body right here. Rub your full ass against my burning power beacon.> Slick thought as she watched Sadie sway from side to side stroking her body in a most erotic manner.

Sadie continued her sinful stroll right up between Slick's legs. She then lowered her hands on the edge of the sofa bringing her and Slick eye to eye. Both women's eyes seem to burn as they each held the other's gaze. Sadie then slid her hands sensually up around her interesting body before grabbing the back of the couch and sweeping her bosom tenderly across Slick's face. Slick closed her eyes and melted into Sadie's strawberry scent. She could feel her soul heave and her body blaze with intense desire.

The little minx's sexual mastery was far from its conclusion as she rubbed her knee across Slick's honeyed patch, making her mighty patron jump from her stinging touch. Sadie then pulled back and artfully regained her swaying dipping stance, while twirling away from Slick and poetically bending her body in cresting gesture while opening her legs. Displaying all of her sparkling love chamber and it's pink drenched folds.

<GOOD LORD...I THINK I'M GETTING LIGHT HEADED!> Slick thought as Sadie turned away from her, while remaining bent at the waist, giving Slick a gratifying view of her golden treasure.

Sadie then arched her back and grabbed her fleshy cheeks and pulled her folds opened. Slick could feel her breath grow shallow and her sight begin to blur. Sadie smiled from her bent stance. <You're ready, aren't cha (you)? Well, here I come baby. I can't wait to feel your furnace of love rub against my backside.> Sadie thought while backin it in (backing up).

She continued to swirl her hips as she buried their fullness against Slick's heated mound.

Slick moaned deeply as she joined the little minx in the dance of consummation. Slick couldn't believe she was so turned on and quickly approaching the realm of no return. But

Sadie was having an effect on her she'd always wanted to feel in her lovers'. Slick threaded her fingers up into Sadie's hair and pulled back.

"Watch it butch, I don't like rough women." Sadie popped, digging her nails into leather draped thighs. Slick groaned as her head fell back and her hips pumped harder. The feel of Sadie's cheeks rubbing against her leather covered love patch made her clit sting. Both women were so enthralled by the moment that they forgot the main rule. Slick wrapped her other arm around Sadie's waist and pulled her in closer.

"You know the rules." Sadie panted as Slick's hand slid down to her love chamber and gently pinched her clit.

"Do...you...want me...to stop?" Slick panted, while increasing her pressure and pumping.

"Huh...what...Oh lord," Sadie groaned as both their hip movements became frantic.

"OH...OH YEEESSSS." They both screamed as their climaxes sent them into a world of ultimate pleasure. Slick released her hold on Sadie's hair and wrapped both her arms around her.

"I'm going to make you mine, little one. No one shall rule and possess your soul as I will."  Slick mumbled, burying her moistened face in the little cowgirl's hair. Sadie took a couple of deep breaths, broke away from Slick's hold and regained her height.

"I don't think so, Butch. I don't like FAST women." She then turned and walked gracefully from the room.

Once outside the room, Sadie fell up against the wall, still high off of Slick's burning passion. She closed her eyes and recalled what Slick's fingers felt like as they caressed her most private juncture, which caused her to smile. If I hadn't gotten away from her when I did, she'da (she would have) had me opened like a seven eleven. Good gosh that woman makes my juices boil. Sadie concluded as she continued on her path with a smile, still naked as the day she was born.

Back in Bungalow #2...

<She wants me. Stand back Camp Fire Sadie, I'm about to make you burn like you've never imagined. Your love is mine and each chance I get; I'm branding it.> Slick finalized as she stood and prepared to leave the Hot Spot.

PART 2

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