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Laura's low hum vibrated against Fiona's throat, her lips trailing downward. "So you want us to put on a show for them?" Her hands slid upwards, smoothing their way over Fiona's dress, coming to rest over her breasts. Fiona shuddered, her hips stuttering against Laura's thigh.

"Yes," Fiona gasped excitedly, "let's show them what we're made of." Her gaze flicked back to the bar, where Lila was now watching them openly, her smile deepening as Evelyn murmured something in her ear. Fiona felt exposed, vulnerable, and impossibly aroused.

Laura didn't hesitate. Her hands slid down Fiona's sides, gripping the fabric of her dress before slowly hiking it up, exposing her thighs inch by torturous inch. Fiona caught Lila's widened eyes tracking the movement. Evelyn's cocktail glass paused halfway to her lips, her gaze darkening as Laura's fingers traced the lace edge of Fiona's underwear, deliberately slowly.

"You're shameless," Laura murmured against Fiona's jaw, her breath hot. "Allowing me to do this to you in a busy nightclub. In front of all these people." The music's tempo increased, syncing with Fiona's racing pulse as Laura's thumbs hooked under the waistband, teasing downward without quite pulling. "You're shameless and I want to hear you say it."

"I'm shameless," said Fiona, without hesitation.

"Say it again."

"I'm shameless," repeated Fiona, still without hesitation.

Across the room, Lila and Evelyn were now sitting next to each other and were all eyes, both giving Laura and Fiona their full attention. Laura's thumbs remained hooked under the waistband of Fiona's panties. "Louder," she commanded, her voice dripping with challenge.

Fiona swallowed hard, her cheeks burning with equal parts humiliation and desire. "I'm shameless," she declared, her voice carrying just enough for the nearby dancers to glance their way. A ripple of murmurs spread across the dance floor - some amused, some intrigued - but Fiona barely registered them. Her focus remained locked on Lila and Evelyn.

"Good girl," Laura purred. "Now we've got that out of the way, let's turn up the heat a bit." Her eyes glinted mischievously, her thumbs still toying with the waistband of Fiona's panties. "You said you wanted them to watch us, so why don't we give them something worth watching?"

Fiona’s breath caught and her mouth went dry. She wondered what exactly Laura had in mind and how far she was intending to go. Others on the dance floor thronged around them, but she barely noticed. Her world narrowed to Laura’s hands and what she was about to do with them.

Suddenly the music came to a halt and the dancing stopped. Fiona remembered this happening on her previous visit and she also remembered the reason why. The music had stopped because it was time for Lila's burlesque show and she assumed it was the same this time. She looked over at where Lila and Evelyn had been sitting but they were nowhere to be seen.

Laura removed her thumbs from Fiona's panties, giving her a strong feeling of anticlimax. She had been in the middle of something compelling, something exciting, and yet it had fizzled out so quickly. At least she had Lila's show to look forward to, as she assumed that was what was happening. Laura certainly seemed to think so, as she was gazing directly at the stage.

The lights dimmed further, and Fiona felt Laura's fingers intertwine with hers, squeezing reassuringly. The stage remained dark for a long moment, too long, until a single spotlight clicked on, revealing not Lila, but Evelyn standing center stage in a sleek black corset, her red hair pinned up to expose the delicate curve of her neck. Fiona’s breath caught. This wasn’t what she had expected.

A small crowd had gathered in front of the stage and Fiona and Laura drifted across the room to join them. Fiona hadn't realized that Evelyn was a dancer too, and she was now very curious and eager to see her perform. She was no longer thinking about what Laura had been intending to do to her on the dance floor, all her attention now focused on Evelyn, who stood waiting for her music.

Evelyn’s gloved hands trailed down her own body as the first notes of a haunting violin piece filled the air. She moved with deliberate precision, each step measured, each arch of her back a calculated tease. Fiona’s pulse thrummed when Evelyn’s gaze locked onto hers mid-twirl - a challenge, an invitation. Laura’s grip tightened, her nails biting into Fiona’s palm, but she didn’t pull her away.

The corset loosened one ribbon at a time, Evelyn’s fingers working with slow, maddening control. The satin slid down her shoulders, pooling at her waist as she turned, exposing the lace-edged chemise beneath. Fiona’s mouth went dry. This wasn’t the playful, glittering spectacle Lila had delivered last time. Evelyn’s performance was a masterclass in delayed gratification, every movement steeped in quiet dominance.

Laura leaned in, her lips brushing Fiona’s earlobe. “You like watching her, don’t you?” Her voice was honeyed, but the undercurrent of possessiveness made Fiona shiver. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Fiona’s throat tightened as Evelyn’s chemise slipped lower, revealing the swell of her breasts beneath sheer fabric. “I… I want to touch her,” she admitted, the confession spilling out before she could stop it.

Laura’s chuckle was dark, her fingers tracing Fiona’s pulse point. “Of course you do. It’s understandable that she has that effect on you.” She nipped at Fiona’s earlobe. “But you won’t touch her. Not unless I allow it.” The words sent a jolt through Fiona’s core.

Onstage, Evelyn had turned her back to the audience, the chemise now undone and hanging precariously from her elbows. The violin swelled as she arched backward, letting the fabric slither to the floor in a whisper of silk. Fiona’s breath hitched - Evelyn was nude save for very brief panties, fishnet stockings and a garter belt, her skin glowing under the spotlight.

Laura’s hand slid possessively around Fiona’s shoulders, her fingers digging into the top of her far arm. “She’s exquisite, isn’t she?” Her voice was low, rough with something Fiona couldn’t quite place. Admiration? Jealousy? “Quite exquisite. But she’s not for you.”

Evelyn’s gloved hands traced the curve of her hips, her eyes still locked on Fiona’s with deliberate, smoldering intensity. Every movement was deliberate - the slow drag of fingertips along her ribs, the arch of her spine as she rolled her shoulders back - all designed to pull the audience deeper into her spell. Fiona couldn’t look away. She felt Laura’s breath against her neck, hot and uneven.

“You’re trembling,” Laura murmured, her fingers tightening possessively. Fiona hadn’t even realized. Her body thrummed with anticipation, her pulse wild under Laura’s grip. Evelyn had turned around now, her movements carrying her right to the front of the stage, her breasts swaying gently with the rhythm of her dance. Fiona’s mouth watered.

Laura’s hand slid down Fiona’s arm, intertwining their fingers. “You want her,” she said simply. Not an accusation, just a statement of fact. Fiona swallowed hard, watching Evelyn’s fingers trail lower, past her waist, over the swell of her hips, then inward, toward her panties.

“Don’t get carried away,” Laura commanded, squeezing Fiona’s hand sharply as Evelyn teased the edge of her panties. "She's a performer." The violins crescendoed, the music swelling as Evelyn’s glove-clad fingers dipped beneath the lace. Fiona’s breath stopped.

Evelyn’s lips parted in a silent gasp - an illusion, Fiona realized - but the effect was devastating. Laura’s grip tightened further, her nails leaving crescents in Fiona’s skin. “She’s teasing you,” Laura murmured, her voice rough. “That slow, deliberate little act. She knows you’re watching.”

The glove slid lower, disappearing beneath the lace. Evelyn’s knees buckled theatrically, her free hand braced against the stage floor as she arched back, her hips rolling in slow, rhythmic circles. Fiona’s own thighs trembled in sympathy, heat pooling low in her stomach.

Laura’s lips traced Fiona’s jaw. “Tell me exactly what you’d do to her.” The command was velvet-wrapped steel. Fiona’s breath stuttered as Evelyn’s fingers traced invisible patterns beneath silk, the glove working away busily until she finally withdrew it with a gasp.

"I’d… I’d touch her like that," Fiona admitted, hips shifting against the sudden ache between her legs. "Slower though. Making her beg before I—"

Laura’s laugh was a dark ripple against her skin. "Too generous." Her free hand slid down Fiona’s side, fingertips skating over the hem of her dress. "She doesn’t deserve your patience." Onstage, Evelyn’s glove was visible now, in full view of the spotlight as she placed both her hands on her hips with a lingering smirk. Fiona’s stomach clenched.

Laura’s fingers dug into Fiona’s hip. "Look at her. Playing with her audience like they’re toys. Keeping them all on a string. She really knows what she's doing, doesn't she?" Evelyn’s gaze flicked to them as she rotated her hips in a classic grind. Fiona’s knees nearly buckled.

The music shifted tempo, now something darker, slower, and Evelyn turned her back again, bending forward just enough to tease the curve of her ass through those flimsy panties. Fiona bit her lip hard. Laura’s breath hitched beside her, fingers tightening almost painfully. "She’s good," Laura admitted grudgingly. "Too good."

Evelyn straightened abruptly, then reached behind her back with both hands - the audience collectively holding their breath - before unhooking her garter belt with a single, practiced flick. The straps slithered down her thighs like black serpents, pooling around her ankles. She stepped out of them, kicking the belt aside with a flourish.

Fiona’s pulse pounded in her ears. Laura’s grip on her hand had gone slack, as her teacher was just as transfixed. Evelyn now stood in nothing but the panties and stockings, and she turned - slowly, torturously - to face them again.

Evelyn stood still for a moment and then her hands moved to her panties. Fiona’s breath caught, but instead of stripping them away, Evelyn merely tugged the lace aside, just enough to reveal a glimpse of bare skin beneath. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Fiona’s thighs pressed together involuntarily, her excitement rising rapidly now.

Laura’s nails dug into Fiona’s wrist. “Don’t get carried away,” she hissed, "it's only a performance." Onstage, Evelyn smirked, her fingers still holding the lace taut as she swayed her hips in time with the music. The tease was unbearable – Evelyn offered just enough to make Fiona’s imagination run wild, but not enough to satisfy her.

The spotlight narrowed, casting Evelyn in a halo of gold as she released the fabric, letting it snap back into place. The audience groaned in frustration, but Evelyn only laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Fiona’s spine. Laura’s grip tightened further, her breath hot against Fiona’s ear. “She’s toying with you,” she murmured. “And you’re letting her.”

Evelyn’s hands trailed up her own body, fingers skimming the underside of her breasts and briefly tweaking her nipples, before sliding the straps of her stockings down her thighs with agonizing slowness. Fiona’s lips parted, her pulse hammering as the lace peeled away, revealing smooth, bare skin inch by inch.

Laura’s nails bit into Fiona’s hip, a silent warning. “Eyes on me,” she commanded, but Fiona couldn’t obey. Part of her wanted to obey, but she couldn't, not when she was mesmerized, not when Evelyn was bending forward again, her panties now the only barrier left.

Evelyn’s fingers skimmed the waistband, hesitating - mockingly - before dipping beneath the lace with excruciating leisure. The crowd leaned forward, Fiona included, her breath shallow. Laura’s grip tightened further, her lips pressing to Fiona’s temple - not a kiss, but a branding. “You’re mine,” she growled.

The panties slid down Evelyn’s thighs, so slowly, revealing nothing but the shadowed curve where her legs met. Fiona’s pulse stuttered when Evelyn paused, her smirk deepening as she glanced directly at Laura this time, not Fiona. A silent challenge. Laura’s fingers twitched against Fiona’s skin, her exhale uneven.

The violins crescendoed and Evelyn’s panties dropped to the floor. The music cut abruptly and darkness swallowed the stage. The audience erupted into groans and applause. Fiona blinked, disoriented by the sudden absence of light, her body still thrumming with unmet tension.

Laura’s fingers tightened painfully around Fiona’s wrist. “Cheeky,” she muttered, her voice thick with grudging admiration. The overhead lights flickered back on, revealing an empty stage. Evelyn had vanished, leaving the crowd suspended in anticipation. Fiona’s pulse hammered against Laura’s grip.

Laura led Fiona back to their booth. “You’re still trembling,” she hissed, shoving Fiona onto the velvet bench. As they sat, the club was resuming its normal rhythm, the overhead music playing again. There was still plenty of wine in their bottle and Laura poured them both some more. Fiona was outwardly calm now, although her mind sizzled with what she'd just seen on the stage.

Suddenly, Evelyn and Lila materialized at their table, side by side, Evelyn now clad in a silk robe loosely cinched at her waist. Lila smiled. "Mind if we join you?" Without waiting for a reply, they sat themselves down, setting the drinks they had brought with them down on the table.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Evelyn’s smirk was a blade. Fiona’s mouth opened, but Laura’s hand clamped over her wrist before she could speak.

“Clever finale,” Laura said coolly, picking up her wine glass. “Tease the audience blue, then vanish before the payoff. Classic burlesque manipulation.”

Evelyn’s robe gaped slightly as she leaned forward, revealing the same lace-edged chemise from her performance. “Manipulation implies deception,” she purred. “You can't say I did anything deceptive.”

Lila chuckled, putting her hand on Evelyn’s shoulder. “That's true, isn't it? She did get a nice round of applause after all.” Her fingers trailed down Evelyn’s arm possessively, lingering at her wrist. Fiona’s gaze flicked between them, pulse jumping when Lila locked eyes with her.

Laura’s fingers tightened around her wine glass. “Deceptive or not, you certainly know how to hold an audience hostage,” she said, voice smooth but edged with something darker. Fiona swallowed hard, recognizing the shift - Laura’s jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

Evelyn’s grin widened. “Hostage implies they want to leave.” She let her robe slip further open, the chemise beneath sheer enough to outline the curve of her hips. Fiona’s breath hitched, her fingers twitching against the tablecloth. Laura noticed, of course. Her heel pressed down on Fiona’s foot under the table, a silent reprimand.

“They always want what they can’t have,” Laura countered smoothly, swirling her wine. “That’s not the same as getting it.”

Lila laughed, draping an arm around Evelyn’s waist. “Oh, but we give plenty,” she said, fingers toying with the sash of Evelyn’s robe. “Just not everything at once.” Her gaze flicked to Fiona, lingering just a beat too long. Fiona’s cheeks burned.

Laura’s fingers twitched around her wineglass, her knuckles whitening. “You take teasing too far.” Her voice was honeyed poison. “Some things are expected. They should be guaranteed.”

Evelyn’s laugh was low, deliberate. “Guarantees make it too easy. They spoil the thrill.” The silk of her robe eased open even further as she leaned in, her closeness to Fiona now flooding her senses. “Part of the excitement is not knowing for sure what's going to happen."

"Exactly," said Lila. "You should never know for sure what the dancer's going to do. It ruins the suspense. Part of the entertainment is to keep the audience guessing."

Evelyn laughed again. "What do you think, Fiona?”

Fiona’s lips parted, but Laura’s hand clamped over her thigh beneath the table, nails pressing in warning. “She doesn’t answer to you,” Laura said coolly, though her pulse jumped visibly at her throat. Lila smirked, tracing Evelyn’s collarbone with a fingertip.

“Doesn’t she?” Evelyn murmured, her robe slipping just enough to reveal the swell of one breast. Fiona’s gaze flicked down instinctively, then snapped back up at Laura’s sharp inhale. The air between them crackled, thick with unsaid challenges.

Laura’s fingers slid higher on Fiona’s thigh, possessive and punishing. “She knows exactly who owns her.” The words dripped with quiet venom. Fiona’s breath stuttered - not from fear, but from the thrill of being claimed so publicly. Lila’s smirk faltered, replaced by something more calculating as she watched Laura’s grip tighten.

Evelyn, unfazed, traced the rim of Laura’s wine glass with one polished nail. “Ownership doesn't prevent someone from having an opinion,” she mused, leaning close enough that Fiona caught the scent of her perfume, dark jasmine and something sharper beneath. “Especially when the owned one was watching my show so intently.”

Laura’s fingers dug into Fiona’s thigh. “She knows it's only entertainment.”

Evelyn arched a brow, unflinching. “Does she?” Her robe shifted with deliberate slowness, silk whispering against skin as she tilted forward. “Because I see a girl who's been eyeing Lila this evening, all evening, even though she hasn't been on stage.” Lila’s fingers tightened on Evelyn’s waist, her smirk returning, sharpened now. Fiona’s pulse hammered against Laura’s grip.

"That may be true," said Laura, "but she watched Lila on stage last week. She knows her as a dancer. It's a fantasy. That’s all it is.”

Evelyn leaned in, her robe barely clinging to her shoulders now. “Even if that's true,” she murmured, "and it's just entertainment, she could still have an opinion about that entertainment. Ownership doesn't prevent that, surely?"

"I suppose it depends on how strict that ownership is," said Lila. "On the degree of control being exercised." Laura’s grip on Fiona's thigh tightened to the point of pain, her nails pressing crescent moons into her skin.

"It's absolute," Laura hissed, her voice barely above a whisper, but laced with enough venom to make Fiona shudder.

Evelyn’s robe finally slipped entirely off one shoulder, revealing the delicate strap of her chemise - and the faint red marks beneath it where Lila’s fingers had undoubtedly been earlier. Fiona’s breath hitched, her eyes darting between them, torn between fear and fascination. Laura noticed. Of course she did.

“Look at me,” Laura ordered, fingers twisting sharply in Fiona’s hair to wrench her gaze away. Fiona whimpered but obeyed, her pulse fluttering beneath Laura’s grip. Evelyn smirked, unbothered, and took a slow sip of wine, her eyes never leaving them.

Lila’s fingers traced idle circles on Evelyn’s exposed shoulder. “Very possessive,” she mused. “Interesting dynamic. But does it work?” Her nail scraped deliberately over a love bite half-hidden by Evelyn’s chemise. "Absolute control, I mean. Does she give you total obedience?" Fiona swallowed hard, her attention fracturing despite Laura’s hold.

Laura’s wineglass hit the table with a sharp clink. "Total?" she echoed, her voice dripping with condescension. "You misunderstand. She craves it." Her fingers slid from Fiona’s hair to her throat, not squeezing, just resting possessively over her pulse. "Ask her."

Evelyn’s smirk sharpened. She leaned forward, her chemise gaping to reveal the swell of her breasts, and tapped Fiona’s chin with one polished nail. "Is that true? Do you crave it?"

Fiona exhaled shakily, her pulse racing under Laura’s touch. "I—"

"Louder," Laura interrupted, her voice a velvet whip. To Fiona, the club’s ambient chatter seemed to fade away, narrowing to this tableau: Evelyn’s expectant smirk, Lila’s arched brow, Laura’s fingers like a collar.

Fiona’s throat worked under the scrutiny. "I… I crave it," she rasped, the admission torn from her. Laura’s thumb stroked her pulse approvingly, but Evelyn didn’t retreat. She leaned closer, her breath hot.

"Prove it," Evelyn challenged, her lips brushing Fiona’s earlobe. "Let's see a demonstration of your obedience." The words slithered into Fiona’s ear, igniting a fresh tremor down her spine.

Laura’s grip on Fiona’s throat tightened fractionally, not cutting off air, but ordering her silence. Fiona’s gaze flicked between them, torn between obedience and the illicit thrill of Evelyn’s proximity. The club’s hum faded to nothing beneath the roar of her own heartbeat.

"Demonstration?" Laura’s laugh was razor-edged. She lifted her wineglass again, swirling the dark liquid with deliberate calm. "You mistake her submission for a party trick." Her free hand slid from Fiona’s throat to her collarbone, fingertips pressing possessive indents into her skin. "She doesn’t perform just to prove a point."

“But isn’t sharing part of the fun?” Evelyn murmured, her breath warm against Fiona’s cheek. Fiona could feel Laura’s grip tighten, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh, a silent command. But Evelyn’s presence was intoxicating, her proximity making Fiona’s skin prickle with forbidden heat.

Laura’s free hand slid possessively around Fiona’s waist, pulling her flush against her side. “Fun is subjective,” she countered, her voice a low hum of warning. “And some things aren’t meant to be shared.” The implication hung heavy between them, a challenge Evelyn seemed all too eager to meet.

Evelyn’s laugh was a silken taunt. “I thought you'd see it as an opportunity.” She leaned back slightly, letting her chemise slip further, the fabric catching on the curve of her breast. “A chance to expand your horizons.” Her gaze flicked to Fiona, lingering just long enough to make her squirm. “A chance to be daring. Who doesn't enjoy being daring?”

Laura’s fingers curled around Fiona’s wrist, her grip firm but not painful. “Daring is overrated,” she murmured, her lips brushing Fiona’s ear. “What’s truly thrilling is knowing exactly where you belong.” The words sent a shiver down Fiona’s spine, her body instinctively arching closer to Laura’s.

There was silence for a moment. "We must go," Lila announced abruptly. She looked at Evelyn. "You need to circulate."

Evelyn hesitated, her gaze flicking between Fiona and Laura, before nodding. She gathered her robe, letting it slide deliberately through her fingers before standing. "Perhaps another time," she murmured, her voice thick with promise.

Laura’s grip on Fiona didn’t loosen until Evelyn and Lila had melted into the crowd. Only then did she exhale sharply, her fingers unclenching from Fiona’s wrist. "You enjoyed that," she accused, her voice low and rough.

Fiona’s breath hitched. "I—"

Laura’s fingers clamped over her mouth, silencing her. "Don’t lie."

Fiona’s stomach twisted, equal parts guilt and exhilaration. "Yes, I enjoyed talking to them." She paused, surprised at how she'd suddenly blurted that out. "I didn't know Evelyn was a dancer," she continued. "When we were here last week, I mean. I thought Lila was the dancer and Evelyn was just with her."

"She wasn't dancing tonight," Laura replied. "She was stripping." Fiona looked down, but Laura tilted her chin up with a finger. "You liked watching Evelyn strip, didn't you?" Fiona nodded. "You liked it more than Lila's dancing?"

Fiona hesitated - Laura’s gaze sharpening - before admitting, "Yes." The confession burned her tongue.

Laura’s grip tightened, nails biting into her skin, but her lips curled into something darkly pleased. "Good," she purred, dragging Fiona closer until their thighs pressed together. "Because Evelyn’s performance was for you." Fiona stiffened and Laura traced her jawline with a fingertip. "Every sway, every tease, she knew you were watching." The revelation coiled hot in Fiona’s stomach. Laura’s thumb brushed her lower lip. "Did you like being her audience?"

Fiona nodded, pulse hammering where Laura’s fingers lingered. "She... She kept looking at me." The memory of Evelyn’s gaze, the deliberate eye contact, sent more heat pooling low in her abdomen.

Laura’s laugh was a quiet, dangerous thing. "Tell me, did you feel her control?"

Fiona’s breath stuttered. Evelyn’s deliberate pauses, the way her fingers had lingered at the edge of her stockings - it had been a performance, yes, but one laced with intention. "She was... orchestrating it," Fiona whispered. "The way she timed—"

"—every gasp to the violin," Laura finished, her voice a blade. "Yes." Her fingers slid down to grip Fiona’s wrist, turning it palm-up. "And you let her." The accusation wasn’t angry, it was hungry. Laura’s thumb pressed into Fiona’s pulse point, mimicking Evelyn’s earlier tap. "She played you like an instrument."

Fiona’s mouth went dry. The realization crashed over her. Evelyn’s calculated undressing, the way she’d paused just long enough to make Fiona lean in, all of it deliberate.

"I think the way she finished her act was for you too," said Laura. "It was a classic tease."

Fiona blinked. "What do you mean?"

Laura’s fingers traced idle patterns along Fiona’s inner wrist. "The abrupt darkness," she murmured. "Leaving you hanging. Classic burlesque technique - deny the audience resolution." Her grip tightened slightly. "She wanted you desperate." The words settled between them, thick as the club’s humid air. Fiona’s pulse jumped under Laura’s touch.

A passing server offered them a tray laden with absinthe-laced cocktails that glowed eerie green under the club's lighting. Laura took two without hesitation, the clink of crystal sharp against Fiona’s rattled nerves. "Tell me," she said, handing Fiona one of the cocktails, "what you imagined when the stage lights cut." Her voice was deceptively light, but her eyes burned dark with challenge.

Fiona’s fingers twitched against the tablecloth. She could still see Evelyn’s silhouette frozen mid-motion - the shadowed curve where her legs met, the knowing tilt of her smile. "I was surprised. I thought she’d..." Her throat closed around the confession. Laura’s heel pressed down on her toes beneath the table, a silent demand. "I thought she’d go a bit further," Fiona blurted out.

"Further in what way?"

Fiona’s fingers knotted in her lap. "Further than... her panties dropping to the floor." The admission scorched her tongue. Laura’s eyes narrowed, her glass pausing mid-air. Fiona rushed on, "Not... Not ending there..." She swallowed hard. "Showing... Showing more."

Laura set her glass down with deliberate precision. "Explicitly?" Her thumb traced the rim, collecting condensation. Fiona nodded, her cheeks burning. Laura’s exhale was a slow, controlled thing. "Tell me exactly what you pictured."

Fiona’s pulse thrummed in her ears. The club’s low murmur faded beneath the weight of Laura’s gaze. "Like..." She swallowed. "Like Lila did... last week... getting... down..." The words tumbled out now, unstoppable. "Getting down on the stage... showing everything."

Laura’s fingers tightened around her wrist. "And you wanted that?" Her voice was dangerously soft. "To see Evelyn spread open, right there in front of everyone?" Fiona’s nod was barely perceptible, but Laura caught it. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. "Interesting." Her thumb stroked Fiona’s racing pulse. "Because Evelyn could have. She chose not to."

The implication struck Fiona like a live wire. Evelyn’s restraint had been deliberate theater. Laura leaned in, her breath hot against Fiona’s ear. "She left you aching, didn’t she?" Fiona’s thighs pressed together instinctively. Laura chuckled, low and knowing. "That's smart work on her part. To leave you like that. No wonder you’re still thinking about her."

Across the club, Evelyn’s laugh carried over the murmur of the crowd as she leaned into Lila’s space, her robe gaping wider. Fiona’s gaze flicked toward them instinctively, only for Laura’s hand to clamp over her chin, wrenching her attention back. "Eyes here," Laura hissed, her thumb pressing hard into the hinge of Fiona’s jaw. "Or do I need to leash you?" The threat curled hot in Fiona’s stomach.

Laura studied Fiona for a moment. "Even though you came here with me, you’d let her touch you, wouldn’t you?" she whispered. "Right here, in front of everyone."

Fiona’s breath hitched. She shook her head.

"Yes, you would," said Laura firmly. "If I gave you my permission, you would."

Fiona shook her head again.

"Liar. She wouldn’t even have to ask. Just a glance, and you’d spread your legs for her. Admit it."

Fiona didn't reply at first, uncertain what to say, her mind in a complete whirl, but eventually the word tore free. "Y-yes."

Laura’s hand stilled abruptly, her breath hot against Fiona’s temple. "Say it clearly."

"Yes."

"Say it in full."

"I’d..." Fiona’s throat convulsed around the confession. "I’d spread for her." The words scorched her tongue, shame and arousal twisting together beneath Laura’s unrelenting gaze.

Laura leaned in, her voice a blade. "Louder."

"I’d spread my legs for her," Fiona announced.

"Now tell me how you'd do it?" Laura demanded. "Exactly?"

Fiona’s vision blurred as the idea of Evelyn’s fingers touching her mixed with the memory of Evelyn’s slow, deliberate undressing. "On... On the stage," she choked out. "Like... Like she was performing." The admission tore loose something wild in her chest. "With everyone watching."

The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, before Laura nodded knowingly. "Ah, so that’s the game. We're circling back to that again. It isn't just Evelyn that's your fantasy. You want an audience."

Fiona’s pulse raced beneath Laura’s touch. The truth of it coiled hot in her gut, the shameful thrill of eyes on her, of being seen in that vulnerable, unraveling moment. Laura’s smile turned razor-thin. "How very burlesque of you."

Laura raised her glass and took a long sip of her cocktail. Fiona took the opportunity to glance around the room, her eyes finding Lila and Evelyn quite easily. They didn't return her gaze, as they were now sitting among a large group of women and were engrossed in conversation.

Laura put her glass down. "Well, Fiona," she said softly, turning Fiona's chin back toward her with a firm grip. "Since you're so intent on being a spectacle, I think it's time for us to get back on the dance floor."

Before Fiona could reply, Laura hauled her up, fingers digging into her wrist as she dragged her toward the center of the room. The music pulsed louder here, bodies pressing close, too close, as Laura maneuvered them into a tight space near the stage.

"You're going to dance," Laura murmured against her ear, "and you're going to show me exactly how much you want Evelyn's eyes on you." Her hands slid down Fiona’s sides, settling at her hips with possessive pressure. "Every movement calculated. Every sway a tease. Understand?"

Fiona nodded, pulse hammering as Laura’s fingers tightened. She looked across the room at Evelyn, who was leaning against Lila, her robe slipping off one shoulder, as she listened attentively to a woman sat opposite her.

Laura pressed against Fiona's back, her fingers sliding beneath the waistband of Fiona's skirt. "Move," she ordered, and Fiona obeyed, swaying her hips in time with the music, Laura's touch guiding her rhythm. Every motion felt exaggerated, deliberate, as if her body had become a performance, a spectacle for Evelyn to witness.

Across the room, Evelyn's gaze flicked upward. Fiona watched, breath catching, as Evelyn's lips parted in recognition. Laura's grip tightened, twisting Fiona's skirt higher, exposing bare skin. "She's watching now," Laura murmured, her teeth grazing Fiona's earlobe. "Do you feel it? That thrill?"

Fiona's hips stuttered mid-sway, her muscles locking under the weight of Evelyn's attention. The performer's fingers paused around her wineglass, her expression unreadable from this distance, but Fiona swore she saw Evelyn's tongue dart out to wet her lower lip. Laura's laugh was dark velvet against her spine. "Good. Now arch."

The command sent heat licking up Fiona's thighs as she obeyed, pressing back against Laura's body while tilting her pelvis forward - an unmistakable invitation. Across the room, Evelyn's gaze darkened. She murmured something to Lila, who turned to stare directly at Fiona with raised eyebrows.

Laura's fingers slid lower, tracing the edge of Fiona's underwear through the thin fabric of her skirt. "Faster," she ordered, her voice roughened by the music's thrum. Fiona's movements grew more desperate, the skirt riding higher with each rotation of her hips. Someone in the crowd whistled.

Laura stepped back, surveying Fiona with clinical precision. "Hands behind your head." Fiona obeyed instantly, fingers lacing together at her nape, elbows flaring wide. Laura circled her like a sculptor assessing marble, trailing a single fingertip down Fiona's sternum. The touch burned through fabric. "Arch deeper," she commanded, and Fiona whimpered as her spine curved, thrusting her chest forward.

Laura's gaze flicked toward Evelyn's table, a deliberate provocation, before returning to Fiona. "You're shaking," she observed, pressing her palm flat against Fiona's abdomen. The heat of her hand seeped through the thin blouse. "Is it fear?" Her fingers slid lower, hooking into the waistband of Fiona's skirt. "Or anticipation?" The fabric tightened dangerously against Fiona's hips.

Suddenly the music came to a halt. Fiona looked for Evelyn and Lila, but they were nowhere to be seen. She immediately felt frustrated and, as earlier, had a strong sense of anticlimax. She had been enjoying the idea of becoming a spectacle at Laura’s hands and the thrill had suddenly been snuffed out again.

She looked at the stage, which wasn't far away, but it remained in darkness, with no sign that anything was about to happen. Seemingly out of nowhere, Evelyn appeared, making her way across the room. She ascended the stairs to the stage and a spotlight snapped on, illuminating her. Her robe was gone, replaced by a black lace bodice, a bustle skirt, and fishnet stockings. Fiona’s breath caught at the sight of her.

Evelyn waited, motionless. Her music started, something slow and sultry, the kind of song that coiled around Fiona's ribs and squeezed. Evelyn let the first few bars play and then began to dance, moving gracefully around the stage, her red hair loose around her shoulders.

Fiona’s breath shuddered when Evelyn’s fingers traced down her own body, sensual and unhurried. Laura’s grip tightened on Fiona’s wrist, her nails biting just shy of drawing blood. Evelyn smirked, as if she knew exactly how Fiona’s pulse spiked under Laura’s punishing hold.

The music swelled, with Evelyn perfectly in time with it, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. She caught Fiona’s gaze and their eyes locked for a moment, causing Fiona to catch her breath. The dance continued, each step measured, each movement a calculated tease.

Evelyn’s fingers traced up her sides, unhooking the clasps of her bustle skirt one by one. The fabric loosened, slipping down her thighs with agonizing slowness, revealing frilly black panties beneath. Fiona was captivated, following every shift of Evelyn’s body under the spotlight.

Laura’s breath was hot against Fiona’s ear. “She’s undressing for you,” she murmured, her grip tightening. “Every inch she shows is yours.” Fiona swallowed hard, her pulse hammering as Evelyn’s fingers toyed with the buttons of her bodice, teasing but not yet undoing them.

The music dipped into a slower, quieter passage, before Evelyn rolled her shoulders, deliberately causing the straps of her bodice to slide down. She smirked, clearly enjoying the moment, as she dragged the fabric lower until the swell of her breasts caught the light.

Laura’s fingers tightened around Fiona’s wrist, just shy of painful, her breath uneven against Fiona’s neck. “She wants to tease you,” Laura murmured, voice rough. “She wants to tease you until your nerves start to fray. She wants to tease you until you can't take it anymore.”

Evelyn’s fingers traced the edge of the bodice, teasing the fabric lower still. Fiona’s breath hitched, her pulse pounding in her throat, as Evelyn’s smirk deepened. Laura’s nails dug into her wrist, her whisper raw. "Watch how she moves. Stretching everything out inch by inch."

The bodice had slid as far as it could with the buttons still in place. Evelyn's fingers paused, taunting, as she rolled her hips in time with the music's heavy bass line. Fiona's throat tightened when Evelyn deliberately arched her back, pressing her chest forward, the black lace straining against her skin. A slow inhale. A smirk. Then, finally, her fingers worked the first button loose.

Laura’s grip on Fiona's wrist shifted to lace their fingers together, possessive and grounding, as Evelyn freed the second button. The bodice gaped slightly, revealing a sliver of bare skin beneath. Fiona's pulse thundered in her ears, as Evelyn's tongue darted out to wet her lips, her gaze locked onto Fiona's.

The third button came undone and Evelyn's fingers teased the fourth button, but then stopped. The music swelled and she rolled her shoulders again, letting the fabric slip just enough to expose the black bra beneath. Laura's teeth scraped Fiona's earlobe. "She's really keeping us waiting," she whispered. Fiona was horrified and thrilled at the same time. Evelyn was purposely drawing out the suspense, her smirk growing ever wider as she effectively held the audience in her hand.

The fourth button popped free. Evelyn dragged the bodice open slowly, so slowly, revealing the black lace cupping her breasts inch by inch. The crowd's murmurs crescendoed when she hooked a thumb under the bra's center strap, lifting it just enough to expose the shadow between her breasts.

Evelyn's fingers flicked the fifth button loose in one sharp motion, the bodice gaping wide as she arched backward, her hair brushing the stage. Fiona's nails bit into Laura's thigh when Evelyn's bra strap slid off one shoulder, but stopped mid-descent, the lace clinging precariously.

Laura's laugh was dark against Fiona's neck. "She loves an audience," she murmured, her thumb circling Fiona's racing pulse. Evelyn proved her right by turning her back to the crowd, glancing over her shoulder directly at Fiona as she reached behind herself to unhook the bra. The clasp gave way, but she didn't remove the bra yet, letting the straps dangle teasingly.

Fiona's breath caught when Evelyn rolled forward again, the loosened bra barely clinging to her curves. She dragged one fingertip down her sternum, stopping just above the waistband of her panties, her other hand sliding beneath the dangling bra strap. She peeled the lace away millimeter by torturous millimeter, eventually exposing one taut nipple.

The bra fell. Evelyn caught it mid-descent, dangling the scrap of black lace from one finger before letting it flutter to the stage. Evelyn cupped her bare breasts, rolling her thumbs over the stiffened peaks. Fiona heard the ragged hitch of Laura's breath against her neck.

Evelyn's hips swayed as she dragged her palms downward, tracing the fishnet seams along her waist. Then the fifth button surrendered beneath her fingers, the bodice peeling open like petals. Her smirk twisted as she arched her back, pressing her hips forward, and then moved her hands to one of her stockings.

The crowd gasped when Evelyn hooked a finger into the top of the fishnet seam, stretching it taut, then letting it snap back against her skin. Fiona's breath hitched at the sharp sound, her pulse hammering against Laura's fingertips. Evelyn dragged her touch lower, tracing the intricate pattern of the stocking down her thigh, then halted, her fingers teasing the hem where lace met bare skin.

Evelyn's fingers danced along the elastic edge of the stocking, slow and deliberate, watching Fiona's lips part with every movement. Then, in one fluid motion, she peeled the stocking down, just an inch, exposing a strip of pale thigh. Fiona's gasp tangled with Laura's exhale as Evelyn repeated the motion, slower this time, her hips swaying with the music's heavy rhythm.

Evelyn dragged the stocking lower, leaving the delicate lace of her garter behind. Fiona's breath shuddered when Evelyn hooked two fingers into the band, stretching it away from her skin until the elastic trembled, then released it with a sharp snap. The sound cut through the music, drawing a collective gasp from the crowd.

Evelyn smirked, rolling the stocking down inch by torturous inch, stopping just above her knee, leaving it clinging precariously to her thigh. Fiona whimpered as Evelyn hooked a finger into the elastic again, stretching it obscenely, then letting go, watching Fiona flinch at the snap.

Laura’s breath was ragged against Fiona’s ear. "She’s playing games with you," she murmured, her grip shifting to Fiona’s nape, fingers tightening possessively. Evelyn’s fingers traced up the other stocking’s seam, slow and deliberate, before abruptly yanking it down to mid-thigh. The fishnet bunched, caught on the curve of her knee, exposing a crescent of pale skin beneath the black lace. Fiona’s throat went dry.

Evelyn’s smirk deepened as she rolled her hips, letting the music guide her. Then, with a sharp flick of her wrist, she unhooked the second garter. The elastic snapped free, the sound sharp enough to make Fiona flinch. Laura’s nails dug into Fiona’s wrist. "Look at her," she commanded, voice rough. "She’s got you on a string."

Evelyn dragged both stockings down in tandem now, the fishnet catching on the curve of her thighs before surrendering. She kicked them off one foot at a time, the discarded items landing near the edge of the stage. Fiona’s pulse stuttered as Evelyn was now naked except for her panties.

Evelyn’s fingers slowly traced the waistband of her panties, before her thumbs slipped beneath the black lace. The music slowed, a single piano note hanging suspended, as Evelyn arched her back, letting the panties slide an inch lower. She paused, her smirk sharpening as she caught Fiona’s parted lips in her gaze.

Laura’s hand tightened on Fiona’s thigh. “She’s savoring this,” she murmured, her breath uneven against Fiona’s temple. “Every second you squirm.” Evelyn proved her right by rolling the lace down slowly, torturously slowly, until the shadowed curve where her legs met became visible. The crowd’s collective inhale was almost louder than the music.

The piano note dissolved into a heavy bass line. Evelyn rolled her hips and kept rolling them, allowing the panties to slip lower with each movement until they finally fell to the floor. Fiona remembered the lights going out at this point in Evelyn's earlier performance and hoped that it wasn't going to happen again.

Evelyn stood with her legs together, one thigh thrust coyly in front of the other, then abruptly turned, presenting her back to the crowd. She rolled her shoulders to the music, before she twisted at the waist, just enough to cast a glance over her shoulder. Her smirk was molten.

Evelyn's eyes roved over the onlookers, holding her position for what seemed like an eternity. Then she turned around to face the audience again, but with one hand carefully placed between her legs. Fiona realized how fast her heart was beating, the suspense of the moment exciting her, although she half expected the lights to go out at any moment.

Evelyn took a slow step forward, then another, her hips swaying with the rhythm of the music. As she moved, she gradually removed her hand, revealing herself fully to the crowd. No sudden blackout, no teasing concealment. The room was silent except for the low hum of the bass line, the air thick with anticipation.

Fiona’s breath caught in her throat. She could feel Laura’s fingers digging into her wrist, grounding her, anchoring her to the moment. Evelyn dropped to the floor of the stage and sat there for a moment, her gaze eventually landing on Fiona and then not wavering at all.

Fiona looked back at Evelyn, their eyes locking, her heart still beating rapidly with the suspense. A moment passed as they stared at each other, and then Evelyn spread her legs slightly, the movement deliberate, languid. Fiona’s pulse roared in her ears - she could see everything, every detail illuminated by the stage lights, Evelyn there in her full glory.

Laura’s fingers traced Fiona’s collarbone, her touch electric. “She’s not hiding anything this time,” she murmured, lips grazing Fiona’s ear. “She wants you to see.” Fiona swallowed hard, her mouth dry, unable to look away as Evelyn opened her legs even wider, providing an even more complete view, made better by the fact that she was completely shaven there.

Evelyn held her pose, still watching Fiona as she did so. Eventually she got to her feet again, just in time to coordinate the finale of her performance with the finale of the music being played. She stood center stage and as the last notes of the music faded, she bowed deeply to the audience and received their enthusiastic applause.

The lights went out, but Fiona was still staring, breathless, as Evelyn grabbed her robe from the side of the stage and draped it over her shoulders. She then gathered her discarded clothing, stepped down from the stage, and was swallowed up by the crowd.

Laura’s grip tightened on Fiona’s wrist, pulling her back to reality. “You’re trembling,” she murmured, her voice low and rough. Fiona hadn’t even realized - her body was still electrified, every nerve alight with the memory of Evelyn’s performance.

The crowd buzzed around them, voices rising in excited chatter. Fiona barely heard them. Her gaze darted through the dimly lit club, searching for Evelyn’s retreating figure. Laura’s fingers tilted Fiona’s chin back toward her, forcing eye contact. “No,” she said simply. “She’s done playing with you for tonight.” Laura leaned in closer, her lips brushing Fiona’s earlobe as she murmured, “But I’m not.” The words sent a jolt through Fiona’s body.

The club’s overhead lights flickered back on, casting sharp shadows across Laura’s face. Fiona’s pulse stuttered at the hunger she saw in her teacher’s eyes, a hunger that was dark and unrelenting, even predatory. She had been so focused on the stage and her own excitement, that she hadn't given any thought to Laura's reaction. Now she could see the extent to which Laura had been affected by Evelyn's performance. She could see rampant desire.

Laura’s grip on Fiona's waist tightened, pulling her forward until their foreheads nearly touched. “Let's go home. Now.” It wasn’t a request. Fiona chose not to make any reply, allowing Laura to lead her toward the exit.

Before they reached the door, Lila somehow materialized in front of them. "Going so soon?" she purred. "I do hope you’ll come again."

Laura smiled thinly and tightened her grip on Fiona's wrist. "We have some piano practice to attend to." Fiona shuddered, trying not to snicker. She knew what they would do when they arrived at Laura's place and it certainly wouldn’t be piano practice.

"Well, have a great time," Lila smirked, her eyes following them as they passed by. "There's a different kind of show here next Saturday," she called after them. "I've been told it's not to be missed."

Laura hesitated, looking back for a moment, but then continued toward the exit, pulling Fiona with her.

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jth215 writes Sun 3 May 2026 14:37:

Great performances... Can't wait for the next piano practice! Loved it and thanks again for sharing your stories.

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