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Crystal's Heart
by B L Miller
part 1
Author's note: This is a beta version and is UNFINISHED.
Read at your own risk. B L

Started 4-10-99

The crowd became louder as the lights went down. Behind the curtain, Crystal
double-checked the fittings on her peel-away outfit. She listened to the stage
manager, Rick, welcome everyone and go through the list of women performing that
evening. All were familiar names to her, having worked at the Tom Cat lounge for
almost six months now. Two women dressed in skimpy costumes brushed past her to
take their positions on stage. Crystal nodded and waited next to the center
pole.
"And so, without further ado," Rick said, "Here are the Tom Cat Kittens starring
the kitten of the month, Crystal Peaks!"
The crowd became louder as the lights went down. The curtain went up and the
music began. Crystal wrapped her left calf around the pole, waiting for the
right moment. The driving, sexy beat was designed to capture the carnal mood of
the show and the blonde stripper knew how to use that mood to her advantage. As
she gave her fake smile to the audience, her eyes scanned the tables nearest the
stage. Experience had taught her well and Crystal was able to quickly pick out
the prime candidates for tips. Facing the most promising prospect, a middle-aged
man holding several bills in his hand, she gave him a wink and spun around the
pole. The girls on either side of her did likewise and they fell into the oft
performed routine. As the music changed, Crystal tugged on the corset, pulling
it away from her body. Giving a false smile to the cheers, she shook and wiggled
her breasts as she had so many times before. Keep looking, she thought to
herself coldly. Look all you want, you'll never have it. She shimmied and shook,
causing her oiled mounds to bounce and sway in time with the music.
Tonight, however, fate had other plans for the young stripper. As she moved
along the edge of the stage, bending down to let the patrons stick money along
her G-string, a large hand reached out and pulled her off the stage. Crystal
found herself on the lap of a balding man, his hand still gripping her arm.
"I want a little more than shaking for my money, baby," he said lecherously,
using his free hand to paw at her exposed breasts. His iron grip made it
impossible for her to get away, forcing her to put up with the fondling until
the bouncers arrived to remove the offending patron. As much as Crystal wanted a
minute to recover, a glare from Rick forced her back upon the stage.
Several rows back, the waiter placed a drink on the table. "Will there be
anything else?" he asked.
"I'm all set," the man said, turning towards his strikingly beautiful companion.
"What about you, Laura?"
She held up her half-finished glass. "I'm still working on this one, Peter." She
put her pen down on the notepad and smirked. "Remember, getting me drunk doesn't
help your cause at all. Better to spend your money on Studley over there." She
pointed at one of the bouncers.
"Oh yeah, fat chance of that," Peter replied. He ran his fingers through his
thinning red hair and looked at the bouncer again. "You think he is?"