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LINDA RETURNS TO THE PRESENT......."ALMOST"!


Part 1  -  Chapter 5


As Linda withdrew her hands from her shaking body, seated before the
mirror on  the small dancers' dressing table, she tried to clear her
mind of the thoughts  of the tortured past and deal with her present
"situation"........as well as  the future.

But her mind wandered for just an instant to savor that fateful
introduction to a new sexual life and existence.....as it tried to
recreate the warm sexual  sensations and mind controling legacy of
expected and hoped for pain that  always accompanied it.....with the
correct partner..............A MASTER!

Linda took her spread legs off the table top and set them on the floor.
She  glanced down at her wet hand and her stained bikini briefs and
reached into her dressing bag to get another of her many revealing and
hand made dancers'  outfits.

She carefully retrieved them, placed them on the table and then stood
up and  stripped the stained pants down her legs to the floor. As she
stood up to  unhook her bikini top she caught a glance of her golden,
shining four nether  rings in the mirror and as the top was removed
from her breasts she stared at  the two shining upper rings reflected
in the mirror in front of her. Linda  shook her head a little,
shuddered, and threw the pale blue outfit into the  yawning, spread
mouth of her open travel bag.

Hurriedly, she slipped into her extra black outfit, retrieved a brush
from her  bag and straightened her hair and then pitched the brush back
into the bag and  zipped it shut.

As she unlocked the dressing room door and came through it, she saw
B.J.  dancing on the stage. B.J. looked at Linda and raised two
fingers, telling her  that this was her second song. Linda hurried to
the juke box, arriving there as B.J.'s second song ended and the third
began. Linda pitched the quarters into  the machine and, from memory,
selected three song numbers on the lighted  numbered and lettered
buttons.......then walked back to the cash register on  the end of the
bar by the dressing room door.

Her deeply tanned, black haired, tall, moustached Italian-American
boss, John,  was ringing up a round of drinks as she approached the
register.

John looked up as Linda said: "Have you given any more thought about
giving me  a loan or an advance, John?"

"Sure, Linda", John said, looking her straight in the eyes, "We can
WORK it  out." "How much do you need?"

Linda didn't like the tone of his voice, but replied in a whispered,
low  throaty, deep voice "Eight Hundred and Fifty Bucks..... ....I know
it's a lot, but the damn bank repoed my Firebird last night....
......the bastards hot wired it and drove it away in the middle of the
night......I had to take a cab to work this afternoon."

"That's a helluva a lot of money, Linda!", John said after whistling
lowly and, again, smiling at her. "But, OK......I'll do it and you can
work it off." "When you get through, we'll discuss it.........AND THE
TERMS  AND  CONDITIONS..............YOU'RE UP!" "Hustle it, girl!!!!"

"THANKS, BOSS!" Linda exclaimed as she came around the end of the bar
and  mounted the stairs to the raised dancing stage in the middle of
the U-Shaped  Bar.

"Don't thank me, babe.........you got to pay it back.......one way or
the  other!" she heard him say as she hit the raised platform with her
bare feet,  some eight steps above the sunken bar's floor.

The music started and Linda swung into action, glancing into the mirror
toward  the other end of the bar.

"SHIT!", she thought....."He's gone!". The chair where the bearded blue
eyed  stranger had been seated was now empty. She glanced quickly and
searchingly  around the room, but he was no where in sight. She looked
back at the empty  place at the bar and saw that there were no drinks,
cigarettes or bar napkins  sitting there and knew he had left while she
was "recovering" in the back  dressing room.

She finished her three songs and wandered through the semi-filled bar,
from  table to table, talking to some of the customers she knew. The
rest of the  shift went pretty fast as she sat with one customer after
another sipping their "gifts" to her, slowly, so she wouldn't get
plastered to the gills before  dinner. She danced three more sets
before seven o'clock rolled around and the  music and dancers ceased.
Within ten minutes, the place emptied out with only  about a handful of
"regulars" still at the bar.

Linda was sitting next to one of them when John leaned over on both of
elbows,  hands bracing his tanned face, and said "You got a way home,
Linda?"

"Nope", came the answer.
 "Hhhmmmmmmm," came the pondering reply.

"Wanta work the night shift?"......"I'm short two girls tonight".

Hell, "why not", Linda thought. "Johnny's home taking care of Tammara
by now  and I need the bucks......besides, it's Friday Night and the
tips will be  great....as usual".
 "SURE!........why not?......I don't have anything better to do", Linda
told  him. "You given my 'request' any more thought".

"Yah.........let's go get a pizza and talk about it, Ok?" he said.

As he lifted his elbows up off the bar and walked away, she watched his
 retreating back and thought to herself about the tales she'd heard
about this  big, tanned, black haired, moustached, "Italiano" lower
middle aged operator.  He was alleged to be one of the few sworn, blood
"brothers" of the local  "mafiosa".... a fact she could neither confirm
nor deny from her personal  knowledge  of him, which was negligible.
One thing.......he ran a tight ship  here in the lounge......never
letting anything get out of hand, EVER and always checking the
register. He also spent a great deal of his time talking with his
customers and making them feel like they belong in the
place.........which is  probably why this little out of the way
shopping center lounge was so damn  popular. The place did a hell of a
business...........better that almost any  place she'd ever worked in
before.

Linda excused herself, thanked her bar companion for the drink, and as
usual,  left three quarters of it sitting there in the glass as she
walked around the  end of the U-Shaped bar and into the dressing room
to change.

A little while later, she came back out carrying her travel bag,
dressed in  black slacks and a loose pale blue silk looking blouse and
wearing a pair of  brown sandals. As she came through the dressing room
door she saw John standing behind cash register talking to Jo Ellen,
the bartender.

"I'm ready, boss!" Linda exclaimed.

"In a minute, Linda..........I gotta check Jo Ellen in first...OK?"

Linda walked over and around the outside of the bar and headed for the
door.  Once outside, she took a deep breath of the fresh spring air and
looked out at  the blinding sun sitting quite a ways above the western
horizon. The light  blinded her momentarily after her almost four hours
in the dimly lit lounge,  but the air felt GREAT as it replaced the
stale smokey gunk that passed for air inside that place. She walked
over and sat on the back bumper of John's new  Caddy, setting her bag
down on the dull asphalt parking lot as she did.

"What she'd really like to do", she thought, "was take a ride out to
Crooked  Creek Lake and Dam, south of town, and sit on a dock with her
long, slender  tanned legs and  pale white feet in the still cold
spring time water." "But,  that'll have to wait for a while until she
got her Firebird back from the  godamn bank."

She'd still have it if Johnny hadn't have been laid off all Winter, and
she  hadn't been so damn stubborn about going back to work dancing. The
unemployment money just hadn't been enough to cover everything, and
despite her desire to  stay home and take care of her eight year old
daughter, Tammara, Linda had  finally volunteered to go back to work at
the only job she knew well....  DANCING! At first, Johnny wasn't at all
happy about the idea of her back in the "circuit", but he got over it
swiftly as she brought one neat looking dancer  home after another to
"party" and perform on their go-go stage at home. Johnny  had built it
for her when she quit the dancing game a couple of years after  Tammara
was born and she'd had her partial hysterectomy....partial because they
had left her ovaries in along with her cervix. Any- way, Johnny was
beginning to enjoy her return to dancing.....maybe  too much,  she
thought. After six weeks, he was having a ball entertaining her dancer
friends in their twin, double home in a run down but not hopeless
section of  the south end of town. She was pretty sure that he was
"making it" with some of them, which did not in the least upset her.
The two of them had their sort of  unusual "code of married ethics"
they operated by that allowed either one to  "play around" with
whomever they wished, so long as it didn't interfere a whole lot with
their lives and their daughter.

As Linda thought about Johnny and their daughter, John walked up in
front of  her.

"You ready?"

"Uh Huh,.........Just give me a minute to call home and tell em I have
to work  tonight", Linda replied. She walked over to the pay phone on
the wall outside  the lounge door, made her call and then came back and
got in the Caddy next to  John.

John took her to "Othello's", a VERY NICE italian restaurant about two
or three miles away and they had a quiet dinner in one of the private
dinning rooms, in  subdued lighting, all by themselves. "Some Pizza",
she had thought when it was  over and they were sipping after dinner
cocktails.

John leaned back in his chair and looked across the table at her. "We
have to  be getting back, Linda......it's eight forty-five!"

She started to get up and he said....."Sit down a minute and let's talk
about  your 'problem', Linda." "I'm willing to bail your car out of
hock for  you..........providing........that you work double
shifts...........and,  providing that you are willing to work 'private
parties'.......after  hours.....for me?" "You willing to do that,
Linda?"

The prospect of having her Firebird back, substantially paid off, made
her  happy, but this was going to be a lot of work.....and it would
keep her away  from home from 3:00 or 3:30 in the afternoon until 2:45
or 3:00AM in the  morning six days a week. That's didn't count the time
involved in the 'Private  Party' thing, either. She wasn't going to get
a hell of a lot of nighttime  sleep if she took this deal, she could
see that.

She looked at John and said "I think I can do that.....I'll have to
work it out with Johnny and Tammara but I think it'll work."

"Before you give me a definite 'YES', Linda, I want you to know that my
 'Private Parties" are pretty 'rough'..........you'll have to dance
nude............AND.....UHHH.......you're going to have to dig out your
'old  tricks and talents' and 'entertain' my friends in between dancing
sets." "Is  that OK with you?"

Shaking a little, having ignored, originally, his reference to 'Private
 Parties', she was now having to deal with the subject
directly....since he had  now made it VERY clear what he expected from
her. She thought about it and then asked....."Entertain them HOW?,
John.........What do you want me to  do?........Specifically?"

"Bluntly?......Dance naked, play with yourself in front of them on the
stage  and then go down and play with THEM.......any way they want you
to and for as  long as they want you to.......until four thirty or five
in the  morning....maybe longer......but just on Saturday
Nights....Sunday Mornings,"  he replied almost non-shalantly and with
virtually no expression on his face or in his eyes.

"The first "private party".... a very SPECIAL ONE........for some of my
 'BUSINESS PARTNERS'.........is.......TONIGHT", he stated....."if you
want the  money, you have to start tonight, Linda!"

And,...having put the cards on the table for her to play with and
choose from,  he got up and started for the door without another word
said between them.

Linda was silent all the way back to the Lounge, all during her first
set and  even during the time in between the first and the second sets.
She thought  about John's 'proposition' the whole time and honestly
couldn't see any way in  the world she could turn him down. She'd asked
him for the money. She was the  one who had started the whole thing,
not him. Now, she reckoned, she was either going to have to shit or get
off the damn pot......PERIOD.

Three years ago, she'd run away from "home" (and Johnny, especially)
and had  earned her living hooking her way across the country from
coast to coast. She'd been gone over a year and had, quite honestly,
enjoyed the freedom for the  first eight months until she got wrapped
up with her 'problem,' again, down in  San Diego, California, after
which her mind hadn't been either free or made  many reasonable
decisions in her behalf.......but her crazy assed body sure  had. She
shook her head and cleared those memories from her mind. "That was
ANOTHER story," she thought... and though not one she particularly
wanted to  forget all the time, she had no time for it now.....to be
sure.

She sat in the back corner booth thinking about whether she was going
to "go  the rest of the way" with John and stick around after she quit
dancing at  2:00AM and join the "PARTY".

During the course of the rest of the evening, Linda had pondered John's
"offer" but he hadn't pressed her for an answer and she hadn't
volunteered one, either.

2:00AM rolled around pretty fast and the other two dancers started to
pack it  up to leave. Linda had parked herself in the back booth,
again.........still...........and was now finishing her third or fourth
J&B on  the rocks. She made no move to get up and go get dressed, but
just sat there  and drank and stared down at the table.

Finally, at about 2:45AM when John had chased all the patrons out of
the lounge and locked the door and Jo Ellen had rung out and was
restocking the beer  coolers behind the bar, John walked over and sat
down in the booth across from  her.

"It's no big deal, Linda........really it isn't", he said softly. "I
presume,  since you're still here, we've got ourselves a 'deal', babe?"

She looked up at him from between her hand outlined face, propped on
her elbows over her J.B..............a little glassy eyed and fairly
well  resigned.........and blurted........."I'm still here, aren't I?"
"What the hell do YOU think, John?"

"Hey!............Don't get pissed at me, sweetie!.........I'm not
FORCING you  to do anything...........nothin at all!.......CORRECT?"

He was right.............it was her problem and her decision......he
hadn't  pressed her about it the whole night. Just waited. Frankly, she
appreciated  THAT more than she was willing to tell him........but she
had a sneaking  suspicion he already knew it and had simply been
letting her work it out within herself until she had come to a rational
decision........."RATIONAL DECISION,  MY ASS," she thought. "Stripping
nude, dancing nude and very obscenely in front of a bunch of Italiano
types and then fucking and sucking them to their big  black little
hearts' content was NOT A RATIONAL DECISION......NO FUCKING WAY  WAS IT
'RATIONAL' or even REASONABLE, for that matter!"

"She stared across the table at him and said....."I'm sorry, John. It's
just  been a while since I consented to this sort of shit. Really, it
has..........but, it's OK....I'll do it."

"OK, Linda.......just stay put.........have another drink or two......
........and RELAX..............just put your feet up and take it easy!"
"Jo  Ellen!!!" "Get Linda another double J&B on the rocks, will ya?"

He got up from the booth and walked back through the hallway past the
restrooms to the back door. Linda heard him unlock it and prop it part
way open and then  felt the cool, fresh night air on her left shoulder
as a gentle breeze slipped  past her in the booth by the hallway.

About 3:15, with only herself and John in the place, Linda heard a pair
of  shoes coming down the back hallway, followed by a "Hey, GUMMBAHHH,
how'sa the  tricks?" She recognized the voice. It was Pasqual, the
little, bald owner of  the Quality Inn,........her buddy and a "nice
guy", Linda recalled.

"Hi, Linda!..................."how ya been?"

She didn't answer him, but took another deep swallow of cool, numbing
J&B........"Shit", she thought, "this is going to be a bitch if all
these guys  are regular customers like him!" "I'll never be able to
look em in the eye  again!" She shook her sand brown hair out and
thought: "What the fuck!" "I've  been 'here' before and I'll no doubt,
be 'here' again.........it ain't no big  fuckin' deal makin' your money
on your knees and your back!" "Get your shit  together, you dumb
fuckin' bitch", she admonished her ever numbing mind.

"Hi, 'friend'...........how's the motel business these days?" Linda
querried  Pasqual.

"Ahhhhh, SO, SO," he exclaimed with a fingers extended and a 180 degree
 rotation of the hand palm down to palm up and back again several times
in quick succession. "How's by you, Linda? Life treatin' you right
these days?"

She gave him the same hand gesture back. He nodded and walked over to
John who  had come around the bar........put his arms around
John............and pounded  him on the back with his hands. Linda
could hear them whispering to each other, but she couldn't make out the
words at all..........as she heard more feet  coming down the back
hallway at the same time. She picked up her glass and took another big
swallow of melted ice dilluted, straight, top shelf J.B. and then
eyeballed the arriving entourage as they walked into the room and over
to  repeat the embracing bit with John.

Finally, when they'd all 'done their thing' and virtually all of them
had  turned around at one time or another to stare over at her crouched
in the back  corner of her protecting booth, John walked over past her
and down the back  hallway. She heard him slam the door and lock it.

His feet padded back up the hallway and stopped alongside her booth and
private hiding place for the last hour or hour and half.

"OK, Kid............let's get the 'Show' on the road!" "You need
another  drink?"

Linda nodded sheepishly, tears streaming from her eyes as she looked up
at him.

In a very low, throaty whisper, he smiled back down at her and said
"relax,  Linda.............RELAX.............you're one damn sexy lady
and you've got a  lot of dancing talent.............from what I've seen
of your 'moves' and the  way you work 'our' customers, this'll be a
cinch for you.........just choose  your songs to tell part of your
'act' and then give em hell, woman!" "YOU CAN  DO IT,.........I KNOW
YOU CAN!" "Let's go!"

Linda looked back at him through glassy half drunken eyes and slid out
of her  'hiding place', then walked over to the juke box and took one
of the pile of  quarters off the top of the machine. She punched a
number, plugged another  quarter, punched another, and on and on until
she had about twenty songs  loaded. Then she walked between the leg of
the bar and the wall, away from the  machine and turned left into the
dressing room. She shut and locked the door  and then stripped her
black dancing suit off and stared at her five foot seven  slim body in
the mirror on the dressing table. The gold rings glistened back at her.
"Oh, Goddamn it," she thought, "those things have got to come off or
I'll  never hear the end of it from these guys!"

She carefully reached down between her legs and grasped each ring, one
at a  time, between two fingers of each hand and snapped them open,
rotated them  until the open portion had slipped through her lips, and
then set them, one at  a time, on a kleenex on the dressing table. She
repeated the process with the  gold nipple rings, which were about
twice the size of the "pussy" rings as her  errant husband refered to
them all the time.  After placing the remaining two  gold rings on the
kleenex, she gentlely and carefully folded the tissue around  them and
reached down and placed the precious package in the very bottom of her
travel bag.

As her hand came up from the bottom of the bag, she grasped her makeup
kit and  lifted it out and onto the table, opening it and setting some
of it's contents  out on the table. She sat down in front of the mirror
and started to make up  her tear streaked, but now dry face. She tinted
her cheeks to a blushing shade, shadowed her eyes in a deep bluish
black sunken, but sexy look, lengthened her  eyebrows and filled them
out wider and wider and then painted her lips into a  perfect 'cupids
bow' form with a florescent scarlet orange lip shade with her  lip
brush.

She ovaled her lips into a cock sized "O" and put the finishing touchs
on them  so that they framed the deep, soon not to be empty, ovaled
cirlce that led into her open mouth.

Then she went to work on her nipples and breasts and when she was done,
they  also, stared back from the mirror at her in sexy, sensuous
splendor and flesh  tone tints ranging from the color of her white skin
through the color of her  tanned belly to a very scarlet orange
florescent color on the nipples.

She stood up in front of the mirror and shaded the scar in on her
underbelly.........the one from her operation......and blotted out the
stretch  lines on the sides of her lower midrif.

Satisfied, she put her foot up on the far outside of the dressing table
and  cranked her remaining foot, on the floor, outward toward the other
end of the  table. With one hand, she reached down and spread the now
opening lips of her  sex and, with the other hand, picked up her makeup
and started to tint her hair surrounded lips in varying shades and
colors of the body, enhancing the natural color and adding the same
flourescent tones and quality to the portalled  entrance to her
womanhood. When she was finished with her handiwork, she laid  the
makeup down carefully on the dressing table, and without closing her
spread legs, reached under the dressing table and flipped a small
switch at it's under edge.

The overhead lights in the dressing room went off, as did the makeup
lights  surrounding the large dressing table mirror, and in their place
the familiar  "black light" glow of ultra-violet light shimmered
outward from the edges of  the now dimmed mirror into the darkened
room.

As Linda gazed, numbly, into the mirror, it relected back a glowing,
sex filled image of four distinct portions of her now thirty year old,
slim, five foot  seven inch womanly body...... ...............she
ovaled her lips and spread her legs wider as she examined  her
"artwork" with satisfaction. There, before her glazed eyes was a three
level, four position image of the female organs and mouth of the soon
to be  "dancer in the nude" for John's "Business Associates". The image
was such that  a viewing male would see first and foremost, the sex,
breasts and mouth of  their "entertainer" of the evening, and perhaps,
they never would really see  much else, under the black lighted Go-Go
Stage Lights and darkened lounge.  Linda hoped so........she really and
truly hoped and prayed that they saw ONLY  those parts of her she had
highlighted in glowing "black light makeup" so that  she could hide the
rest from them until her "performance" was over and she was  out of the
place.

Satisfied, she reached down and snapped off the "black lights" and then
set her right foot back on the floor and started out of the room. As
she came out of  the door, John greeted her with another glass of J&B
on the rocks which she set aside on the cash register as she picked up
the little palm held stage lighting control box, and stepped down into
the sunken bar area floor and then mounted  the eight steps to the
platform top and turned her back on her "audience", the  now relaxed
white cheeks of her behind gleaming out at them in the regular  stage
floodlights. She looked at herself in the mirror that covered the back
of the stage area, and, with her finger on her right hand, thumbed the
'house  lights' dimmer knob in a slow circle to kill all the lights in
the room but the lights on her stage.

She picked up the beat and the rhythm to the song playing in the
background and began to rotate her hips in a circle and move her feet
in perfect timing to  music's base beat. As she picked up the movement
of her body in time to the  song she began slowly to turn toward the
men seated along the U-Shaped bar and  smiled at each and everyone one
of them as she made a full rotation back toward the mirror. They
applauded, enthusiastically, and she went on throught the  number
making a concerted effort to keep her legs fairly well closed throught
the entire number.

As the music faded away from her first danced song, she turned back
toward the  mirror and hit the "kill switch" for the stage lights on
the box in her right  hand. The light died quickly leaving the room
pitch black and Linda moved  swiftly to take her "opening position"
(chuckling to herself about the obvious  pun as she did).

It was silent in the room, dead quiet,........with only Linda's
slightly  labored breathing audible when the next song started, a tune
that began with  the crescendo music from the famous sound track of
"2001 - A SPACE  ODDESSY"...........

The music rose in both volume and instrumental focus and pitch toward
it's  volumetric and rhythmic "climax"...........and as it approached
the  crescendo'ed effect she had played it for,......she screwed the
little light  intensity knob on the box in her hand down until it was
in the off position and pushed the little 'black light' button.

Her audience saw nothing in the midst of the 2001 uproar and then as
the music  built toward it's climaxing crescendo and the lead up to it,
what they saw, or  started to see, brought audible hisses of inward
passing breath from the male  mouths to Linda's ears.......

For......there.......in front of them........on the raised
platform......was a  perfect pair of female nether lips outlining a
female's sex canal in decreasing shades of intensity as the eye viewed
inward toward the black, spread, opening  of her deepest sex and seat
of pleasure and passion..................

and above and behind the display stood two glowing peaks, the pierced
but  ringless breasts of the erotic dancer spread before them on her
back, arched up on her head, feet flat on the floor and knees bent at
ninety degrees so that  her straining back arched above the platform
and her wide spread legs provided  a darkened and unhighlighted set of
very dim fleshy arrows pointing at the  erotic display before their
eyes.

The hissing intake of breath increased and then stopped as the scene
before  them, slowly, and surely, penetrated their alcohol dulled
minds................and Linda, slowly and diliberately, cranked the
blacklight knob toward it's maximum and then let the little control box
slide from her  right hand onto the platform and reached over her legs
with both hands and  spread back her sex lips and began to rotate her
crotch in a sexy, erotic and  maddening circle, carefully imitating the
motions of a female's movements in  the throes of sexual intercourse
and total sexual abandon.

The silence broke..........INTO A CRESCENDO OF CLAPPING AND WHOOPING
MALE  VOICES AS LINDA RAISED HER PHANTOM LOVER HIGHER AND HIGHER TO
ORGASMIC  COMPLETION....................and Linda's long years of
training as a paid  'performer' of sexual favors took over completely
and totally...............as  she made this "Linda's Night", NOT
THEIRS!

End  Part 1  - Chapter 5

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