Chapter 11

Sami left the room where Sharon was sleeping, if not peacefully then at least soundly with her Mistress's praises ringing in her ears and warming her pussy. As she walked almost soundlessly down the rainbow corridor, she stopped briefly to enter the dark purple room from which she exited carrying a small bag and a plastic bottle of milk. She continued down the corridor and turned to her right at the end. In front of her was a plain white door with a combination lock. She keyed the numbers, known only to her, Ami and Mistress Amanda, and turned on the light to reveal a steep stairway leading down to the basement of the former shop. Without the electric light the only illumination came from a small grill covered window almost at the top of the wall that looked out to about mid calf on people walking by.

The basement was surprisingly warm, with soft pink walls and a deep pile pink carpet. The furniture consisted of a dark green sofa and two armchairs placed along the edges of a deep green velvet rug in the centre of the room. In one corner, furthest from the stairs was a large tray of grey kitty litter. In the other corner was a large basket, about 4 foot across with blankets and cushions. In and on these lay curled a young looking 24-year-old blonde, not that you could tell she was blonde as her head was covered by a black furry close fitting hood with 2 'ears' on top, the hood came down over her eyes with 2 feline shaped eye holes, and nose leaving her mouth clear before fitting snugly over her chin. She was to all intents and purposes naked save for a few 'props'. Around her neck was a black leather collar from which hung a fish shaped metal tag announcing to anyone who cared to look that she was 'Kitty. Property of Mistress Amanda', the reverse stating. 'If found, please use her as you wish, then return her to Gemini's'. Her feet were covered in black furry socks bound at the top with leather bracelets fastened with a small brass padlock that matched those on her wrists securing the black furry mittens inside which it was impossible to oppose her thumb, the mittens had small slits through which protruded her long clear varnished fingernails.

Next to the basket were 2 large feeding bowls one full of water and a 5 foot Hessian covered 'scratching pole' from which hung a small ball on a string.

As the light came on Kitty covered her eyes with her paws and mewed softly, hoping that her mistress had come to play. She was only a little disappointed when she heard Sami's voice. "Wake up sleepy little kitten, our Mistress said I was to feed and play with you."

Kitty loved Sami almost as much as she did her Mistress and it was because of her that Sami was here and, strangely, because Sami was here that so was she. Kitty had 'met' her Mistress on line, but being a shy sort of girl never wanted to meet. Her Mistress had relaxed her online but thought something was missing. One of Kitty's other online friends was Sami, with whom she spent hours chatting about this and that, who they fancied, who dumped who. Finally Kitty had persuaded Sami to get in touch with her Mistress, although of course she didn't refer to Amanda in that way, just 'a friend who might be able to help you relax without the need for the Alprazolam'. After only a few days Kitty had seen an improvement in her friend and was surprised when she told her that her Mistress, for she now thought of her in that term, had moved to the states and that she was going to visit her. Kitty didn't hear from Sami for a couple of weeks and then out of the blue she received an email asking Kitty to visit her, saying how wonderful she felt and how she wanted to repay Kitty 'in the only way I know.' Kitty of course declined and it took Sami a whole 9 months of badgering to get her to agree to a meeting. Even then Sami half expected Kitty to back out at the last minute but she hadn't.

They met in the bar next door to Gemini's and when she arrived at 12:30 even though they had agreed 12 o'clock, the place was almost deserted except for the bar tender, a few very shifty looking blokes and a slim young woman, whose hair appeared almost blue rather than black, sitting at the bar nursing a drink. As soon as the other woman saw her she jumped off her stool and almost ran to meet Kitty, sweeping her into a tight embrace. "Oh Kitty I thought you weren't coming." Sami said as she kissed her friend on the cheek.

"Sorry." Kitty said more out of habit than remorse adding. "The bus was late and then I couldn't find a cab and."

"Well you're here now!" Sami said kissing her once more before holding her at arms length to get a good look at her. Kitty didn't particularly like being examined especially in her slightly crumpled skirt and blouse she had chosen because they were comfortable, and most definitely not by Sami in her expensive cream silk camisole, short denim skirt and white cowboy boots.

Sami put a sisterly arm around her shoulder and guided her to a table next to the small wooden dance floor, that was fringed at the back with a shimmering curtain of metal streamers. Sami nodded to the barman apparently ordering a couple of beers ignoring Kitty's assertion that she didn't drink.

"So how've you been?" Kitty asked, deep down she was pleased her friend had 'got herself together' but also missed the long drawn out nights they had spent chatting.

"Never been better in my life. I love working for Mistress Amanda and all the other girls are great, you'll have to meet them all; I've told them all about you."

"Do you work near here then?" Kitty asked feeling she had been tricked somehow.

"Yes, just next door. Although I rarely come here, or go anywhere other than work really. But Mistress Amanda has a half share in this place as well as the modelling school next door." Sami explained just as the music struck, up all bass and no lyrics and the already faint lights dimmed leaving a spotlight on the shinny curtain.

Kitty couldn't help but look as a pair of hands parted the streamers and a tall lithe body followed. The dancer was wearing, if you could call it that white sandals with 6-inch heels and 2-inch platforms, white lycra stockings held up with suspender straps that protruded a good 4-inches below the bottom of her frayed denim cut off shorts. The shorts were so tight and short that from the back the curve of her buttocks could clearly be seen, as could the waistband of her white thong. The front of the shorts had a button fly that wasn't fastened. Her midriff was bare save for a sliver ring through her navel. Her cotton vest top had a jagged torn edge and was only just large enough to go over her large firm breasts. Her purple shiny hair was quite obviously a wig. She strutted in to the centre of the stage left hand holding the pole and walked around it as if surveying the audience.

Sami smiled to herself as she saw the mixed look of embarrassment and excitement on Kitty's face. "You didn't tell me it was a strip club!" Kitty said as her cheeks flushed.

"It isn't." Sami replied. "It's a pole dancing bar, the girls can't even go topless on stage although..."

Kitty looked back at the dancer who still held the pole but was now squatting down, her knees turned out and her bum cheeks almost touching the floor. Rising again she bent at the waist, legs apart right hand behind her knee. Kitty almost expected the wig to fall off but of course it didn't, even as her hand slid down the back of her calf to grip the heel of her shoe. As she rose she kept hold of the heel, bending her leg so that her hand rested on her shoulder. Kitty couldn't believe how flexible the woman was. She turned her back on the two young women, her legs straight and about 3 foot apart, her hands on her backside, she bent forward, hands slipping down the back of her legs, her eyes met Kitty's as she looked back at Kitty through her legs.

Kitty felt strange, sort of hot and a little confused, true she had always considered herself, bi-curious but she was still a virgin, even at 25, her sex life consisting of stories, online chat, pictures and a large pink dildo.

The dancer stood and walked slowly to the side of the stage as one of the men at the side tables stood with a folded bill in his hand. She grabbed the tattered hem of her top, pulling it in and down, exposing even more of her superb cleavage allowing the punter to slide the note between her perfect breasts.

Kitty glanced across at Sami who she saw folding a twenty along its length, she stood and approached the edge of the stage. The dancer spotted her and ran her ankle up the outside of her calf as long nailed fingers lifted her suspender strap allowing Sami to place the green back underneath it as the dancer let it snap back against her thigh. Sami seemed to whisper something to the dancer who looked at Kitty and nodded almost imperceptibly.

As the dancer returned to her routine Sami sat back down with a satisfied smile on her face. "I can't believe you just did that!" Kitty said slightly amused by the ritual.

"Don't have any choice." Sami replied nodding her head in the direction of the white on red sign at the foot of the stage. "All patrons sitting stage side MUST tip each dancer."

"Oh I see." Kitty said then suddenly realised what it actually meant and her previously flushed face turned white. "Oh my god! No I couldn't." She protested but Sami was already fan folding a $20 note. She passed it to Kitty saying. This ones on me, for all the times you've been there for me. Just hold it out, she'll show you where to put it."

Gingerly Kitty reached out and took the note from Sami and looked back at the dance floor where the artiste had just completed a sideways splits, her hands never leaving her arse as she leant forward until her tits touched the floor. Her feet circled forwards, legs straight.

With a pounding heart Kitty stood at the same time as the dancer who saw her and walked with measured strides to meet her at the edge of the stage, her long manicured, blood red nails slipping inside the front of her thong, puling it away indicating that Kitty was to put the note there. With a shaking hand Kitty slid the note inside the dancers waistband. "Push it right in, Honey." The dancer said in an accent Kitty couldn't quite place, it could have been English she thought although it was not like the English accents she had heard on any US TV series.

As the folded 20 slipped inside, the dancer put her mouth close to Kitty's ear and whispered almost below hearing. "Good little girl."