Stripper!netra (Anarcia)
It was great having a stripper for a best friend. Marcia got to get into her shows for free, Anetra always had spare cash on her, and all of Anetra’s coworkers were extraordinarily hot.
Too bad Marcia didn’t have eyes for any of them. Because there was one downside to having a stripper as a best friend.
Being secretly in love with them.
Really though, how was Marcia expected not to fall for Anetra? She was smart, funny, kind, and had the most perfect body in all of human history — which she showed off 5 nights a week.
At first, Marcia didn’t go to many of Anetra’s shows. It felt invasive, and she assumed her friend wouldn’t want her around while she was topless and giving lap dances to old men and drunk bachelorettes. But after the fourth time that Anetra invited her, Marcia started coming regularly.
It was a win-win. Anetra felt safer and had more fun with her best friend there, and Marcia got to be seduced by the girl of her dreams almost every night, even if she wasn’t technically on the receiving end of any of the routines.
Well… usually.
Because tonight was Marcia’s birthday. She showed up to the strip club, a well established regular by now, greeting all the employees and other dancers, giving Anetra a tight hug before she split off to go backstage and get ready.
Aura, another dancer at the club, came running up almost immediately after Anetra left, throwing her arms around Marcia. Aura had been one of Anetra’s very first friends when she began stripping, and had quickly embraced Marcia when she started showing up.
“Happy birthday, Angel! The girls and I are gonna spoil you tonight.” Aura kissed her cheek, leaving a perfect lipstick mark on her cheek. Marcia giggled a bit and hugged her back.
“Thanks, babe. It’s gonna be a good year.” She murmured, glancing over Aura’s shoulder to get a peek of Anetra as she slipped back out of the dressing room, sheer leotard keeping very little to the imagination. Aura gave her a knowing look, swiping the lipstick off Marcia’s cheek with her thumb.
“The girls and I chipped in to get you a premium lap dance, Marsh. C’mon. It’s a birthday gift.” She grabbed Marcia’s hand, pulling her towards the chair placed on the stage, despite Marcia’s half-assed protests.
Any protests died on her lips though as the music started up and the all-too-familiar lithe frame stepped onto the stage.
Aura had slipped off by this point, and Marcia was sure her face was the same shade of hot pink as the dress she was wearing, but she couldn’t bring herself to tear her eyes off of Anetra, no matter how nervous she was.
Anetra, likewise, looked shocked for a moment, but recovered quickly, making her way over to straddle Marcia’s lap.
Marcia was pretty sure she was blacking out. There was no way this was real. She was gripping the chair so tightly that her arms were trembling, fighting back every urge to grab onto Anetra’s ass that was currently grinding along her thigh.
Anetra dipped her head down, lips brushing against the shell of Marcia’s ear.
“You’ve never bought a dance from anyone here before, what changed?”
Marcia shivered slightly at the warm breath on her skin, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Her heart was racing and she was sure it was loud enough that the whole crowd could hear it.
“Aura and the other girls bought it for me,” she breathed, barely audible over the pounding bass from the speakers.
Anetra flipped her hair over her shoulders, hand trailing down from where she had been holding Marcia’s shoulders, brushing down her arm to clasp onto Marcia’s own hand.
“You’re allowed to touch me, you know,” she hummed conversationally, tugging Marcia’s hand up to place it on her hip.
The blonde’s breath hitched slightly and she gave an experimental squeeze, relishing the way Anetra’s rhythmic movements stuttered ever so slightly. If Anetra was reacting to her touch, maybe Marcia’s crush wasn’t quite as unrequited as she assumed.
“I thought touching was against club rules.”
“I’m the dancer, who’s gonna stop me if it’s what I want?” She breathed out, voice low and thick “consider it a… special perk. One night only. Just for you.”
And. Well. What kind of friend would Marcia be if she rejected such a thoughtful present? So she gripped Anetra’s hips tighter, manicured nails digging into the soft bare flesh just below the black mesh of her costume. If Anetra wanted to put on a show, Marcia could put on a show. Not that Marcia was even thinking about the audience right now. Not when she was close enough to see how wide Anetra’s pupils were blown, hear the soft breathy noises she was making… Marcia had seen her perform enough, had been her friend long enough, that she knew what it meant.
Besides. Now that she knew the attraction was mutual, she could really have some fun. See how many rules she could break. She’d already been planning to spend the night at Anetra’s flat. And if tonight kept going the direction it seemed to be headed, Marcia thought the idea of sleeping on Anetra’s bed much more appealing than the couch. For more than one reason.
“C’mon Neech. You’re going easy on me. I watch you perform every night, I know what you can do. Aura told me she paid for premium, you wouldn’t want to cheat your friend…” Marcia taunted, hands trailing up Anetra’s stomach, one gripping her waist as the other one continued upwards to trace the large butterfly that decorated her sternum, feeling Anetra’s own heart speed up under the pads of her fingers, smirking a bit, as if her own heart wasn’t going a mile a minute.
“You’re a bitch.” Anetra grunted, but there was no venom to it, tongue darting over her lips as she assessed the challenge in Marcia’s eyes. “But you aren’t gonna break me, Marshie. I’m a professional.” She purred before darting in to place a barely there kiss just to the side of Marcia’s lips, pushing off her lap and continuing her routine as Marcia sat frozen, rendered awestruck by what was really just a kiss on the cheek, no different from the one Aura gave her before the show. But somehow, it was entirely different.
Marcia’s mouth felt parched as she watched the way Anetra moved her body, so smooth and sinuous that it seemed almost inhuman, a catlike grace and elegance to something that could have been simply raunchy. The crowd was loving it too, cheering and throwing dollar bills onto the stage.
As Anetra came closer again, Marcia reached out, eager to get her hands on the girl. She felt drunk on the whole situation, head spinning as her palms rested on Anetra’s slender waist. Anetra licked her lips, moving to straddle her again, pressing their torsos close together.
The music was starting to fade out and Marcia was sure that meant the song was coming to an end. If she wanted to make a move it was now or never. She could let the song end, walk off the stage, and try to pretend her entire life hadn’t been changed by a single dance.
Or, she could say fuck it. Throw caution to the wind and ruin their friendship for good. And maybe it was the stupid choice, but ruining their friendship was too appealing of an offer to turn down.
The music was fully fading out now and Anetra had stopped moving, but had yet to get up. It was now or never.
“If you had the guts, Anetra, you would have kissed me.” She breathed, one hand moving to let go of Anetra’s waist in favor of carding her fingers through the girl's red tresses. Anetra’s eyes fluttered shut for just a split second at the touch.
It was silent for a moment, the song over, and Marcia worried that she’d fucked it all up, made a huge mistake, pushed things too far.
But then Anetra’s eyes opened, a flash of hunger in the dark irises.
“You think something is stopping me from doing that right now?” She half growled, voice low and sultry, making Marcia shudder slightly, fingers tightening slightly in Anetra’s hair.
“Prove it—“ Marcia challenged before Anetra’s lips were on hers, hungry and desperate. Suddenly there was nothing else. There was no cheering audience, no stage, no friends watching from backstage. There was just her and Anetra. And a kiss better than she could have ever fantasized.
She could stay there forever, kissing and touching, memorizing every square inch of the girl, but way too soon, Anetra pulled bac, eliciting a soft whine from the blonde.
Anetra chuckled small “we have an audience, baby. I may be a stripper but I’m not a porn star” she reached to brush Marcia’s hair behind her ear, a gentle movement that felt almost out of place with how charged the atmosphere was.
“Head back to the dressing room, Marsh. I’ll ask Aura to cover me so I can take my break early…”
“But Neech, I — oh.” She gasped softly and nodded, pushing herself up and practically running off the stage and to the stage door.
Anetra giggled softly as she noted how eager Marcia was, half considering taking the whole night off and just spoiling the girl. She slipped offstage as Irene’s music started, making her way over to Aura. God, she really owed her friend big time for buying Marcia that lap dance.