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The Sweet Kitty Gentlemen’s Club

Downtown Washington, DC

“Sin, it’s showtime. Time to get your sexy on, girl.”

After curling the mascara wand one last time over her naturally thick lashes, Sienna glanced away from the mirror.

She smiled at the woman who gave her the reminder and pushed the wand back inside the mascara tube and twisted it closed.

“Yeah, Kitty, I know,” she murmured, throwing the woman a small affectionate smile. “I’ll be ready in a sec. Gotta give ’em the best that I got, to get what I want,” she quipped.

Deloris, aka Delatta Kitty, ran her hands down the sides of her thong-covered rounded hips. “Definitely, baby girl. And maybe after your last set, you and I can have a drink and you can show me the best that you got,” the older woman murmured in her whisky-toned voice, and gave Sienna a small wink.

“I don’t know if you can handle the best I’ve got. I may be too much for you.” She rose from her chair and glanced at her reflection in the chipped oval mirror.

“Promises, promises. Why don’t you let me be the judge of what I can handle, baby girl?”

“Yeah, right. I value my health too much, even if I were so inclined, Ms. D,” she said, looking back in the mirror, checking her makeup. “Carmen lets it be known that if anyone, man or woman, ever tries to step to you, they will have to deal with her.”

Deloris had been with her lover, Carmen Delgado, one of the other dancers, for more than a decade. Barely out of their teens, the two women had met at another club, dancing two in a cage. No matter how much Deloris flirted with other women, Sienna knew she would never cheat on Carmen. She loved Carmen as much as the woman loved her.

“Yeah, my woman can get a bit hot around the collar sometimes. But still, if you’re ever lonely…” Deloris let the sentence dangle and Sienna released a groaning laugh. “Girl, you’re going to get me in trouble. If your woman even thinks I’m trying to step to you, my ass is grass!”

Deloris returned the laugh and strolled away from Sienna, her full hips swaying.

Sienna shook her head and grinned as Deloris put more than a little bit of attitude in her walk as she strolled away. Sienna released a small chuckle before she turned her attention to the mirror for one final, critical assessment, pursing her crimson red lips.

She opened the tube of lip gloss on the vanity and ran the cotton tip over her full upper and lower rims.

Sinful lips. She had sinful lips.

That’s what she’d been told on more than one occasion. Her foster father had told her that her lips were full of sin, just like she was. He had licked his thin lips; a nasty, lustful smile had crossed his pinched features while he watched her dress for school.

Sienna thought of the other crude things he’d said when no one else was around to hear.

When no one had been around to stop him.

She shoved the memories out of her mind of what he’d forced her to do with her sinful lips. She focused her thoughts on her future, away from her painful past.

“Just one more night of this, and I’m done. Lord, just let me make it through one more night,” she whispered out loud, closed her eyes, and sent the prayer heavenward.

She opened her eyes and smiled, determinedly, at her reflection. Using both hands, she fluffed the long, dark blond, curly wig around her face, making sure that none of her own dark, silky curls escaped.

Sienna turned from the mirror, leaving the dressing area as she heard the DJ start to mix in her signature song with the R&B tune bumping from the speakers.

As she walked, her sway became more pronounced, her body relaxed, her small breasts pushed out, her shoulders thrown back.

Sienna tossed her hair away from her face, licked her full lips, and smiled.

She was almost ready.

The closer she came to the long, black velvet curtain cloaking the stage, the more she shed her inhibitions.

The less she cared.

It was showtime, like Deloris said.

Time to get her sexy on.

The slow, hot heat from the rhythm invaded her limbs and she reached back and fluffed out the colorful feathers attached to her thong.

Her fingertips then ran lightly over her breasts, skimming her protruding nipples, making sure her sequined pasties were secure.

With a toss of her head and a smile, the transformation was complete. She was no longer Sienna Featherstone, part-time substitute grade-school teacher, full-time college student.

She was Sinful Feathers, headlining act at the Sweet Kitty Gentlemen’s Club.

And for one final night, one final time, it was time to get her sexy on.