Synopsis: Jenny has an intense new years dance experience.

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

Part 12: New Years and Dances

 

Happy New Year, Bel-Har-Kel! He wished for his future and then winked off to Athens.

*****OoooO*****

"Do I need a sash to be the New Year's Baby?"

Jenny was there with Joe Valencia—he was the only one not drinking—and he seemed to be very happy with her, well, maybe just a little disgruntled, because she had spent a lot of the time dancing with other men. But damn it, he told me to dance with other men because he doesn't dance! And damn it all, I want to dance!

Around midnight the DJ announced there would be a dance contest. Some one had suggested a contest to see which one of the girls there was the best dancer. The DJ said the girls were going to dance on a table--the big head table was being pushed to the center of the room—so everyone was able to see them dance before casting their vote.

"Pet, since you like to dance so much, and because I want to see you dance, get your lovely little tush up there on that table, and dance!"

Some funky music began to play, and then Jenny and several of the other girls were lifted up and set on the table and told to begin dancing. Embarrassed, feeling a little foolish, slightly drunk from all she had consumed, Jenny began to dance, as if trying to make Joe jealous or something.

The men had gathered into irregular rank and file in front of the table full of Jenny clones. There in the front row she noticed an older man that she thought she recognized, but that was impossible, he was in Burlington, and she was in New York City! He just watched for a while, not looking too happy, and then edged a little closer to where she was dancing, so he could see what was going on better. Gods and Goddess! Who is he? Why is he following me?

Jenny was dancing between a girl named Donna and another girl named Bobbi, with their arms around each other's waists, 'impromptu Rockettes', kicking a bit like they were doing a can-can. Except they couldn't kick very high because the dresses they all wore were very tight.

Joe looked a bit half-hearted and still unhappy. The older man that she noticed earlier was standing with Joe, a bit behind and to one side, as if to whisper in Joe's ear. Suddenly Jenny could hear him speaking to Joe, daring him. Or so it seemed to her. Suddenly Joe said, "Come on girls…" then chuckled lewdly and said, "liven it up. Be a bit wild for a change."

Donna just frowned a bit, but then a strange expression came over her beautiful face and she caught Bobbi's eye and said, "Okay, let's be wild," and grabbed the hem of Jenny's dress. The older man then sort of nodded at Bobbi at the same time, and Bobbi reached down grabbed Jenny's dress hem on the other side.

Both of them began to lift Jenny's dress!

"Hey," Jenny cried out in shock, "what are you doing?" She wondered if this was spontaneous or if somehow she and Bobbi and the older man had arranged it beforehand; you don't suppose… no, they couldn't have arranged it. How could they have?

"Just being wild and crazy," said Donna. "Helping you do the can-can."

Meanwhile the crowd began cheering. "More, more!"

Jenny turned beet red. How is he doing this? Why is he doing this?

"Not so wild after all, I guess," said Donna in a taunting tone, and let her hem drop. Bobbi let her side drop too.

Suddenly, as if she had something to prove, Jenny grabbed both sides of her dress and lifting it herself, began kicking her legs high. Suddenly the music the DJ played was 'can-can' music and Jenny kept at it, showing off, for a couple of minutes, but still a bit red in the face. Though it was an interesting show, all anyone could really see was a bit more of her lovely legs than would normally be on display by her shorts. She loved her shorts, but not quite as short as Sharla and Naomi wore. At least hers covered her butts!

After just a few moments, Jenny pulled her too-tight dress back into place as if she'd had enough of being wild, but someone in the crowd yelled, "Show us your underwear."

Jenny shook her head, and said to her lover-to-be, "Okay, you've had your fun; now let me get off the table?"

Once again the older man seemed to whisper something to Joe.

"Not yet, precious. You wanted to dance, and I want to see you dance, so dance!" Joe pronounced.

Suddenly, knowing it was his challenging her again, actually tricking her, or some odd thing like that—perhaps the knowing he really meant it—she grimaced at him and then stood tall and proud, grabbed the hem of her dress again. This time she lifted her dress high, so high everyone could see the triangle of her frilly red lace thong panties, the tops of her stockings.

There was a sudden hush in the air, Jenny and everyone in the place knew a line had been crossed. Suddenly someone called out, "More!" Jenny knew there was no stopping now! Everyone held their breath, waiting for more, and Jenny suddenly seemed eager to oblige. The red dress really wasn't made to rise up that way and she couldn't lift it much higher.

Suddenly Bobbi was standing behind her. Another drink was handed her, and she downed it swiftly. "Let me help," she said and undid the zipper at her back, all the way from the top of the dress to the bottom below her waist. Now all that held the dress up were two mounds in a cradle on Jenny's torso.

Looking shocked for a moment, but only for a moment, Jenny then let go of her breath and grabbed the two half cups that had barely covered the demi bra, and holding them out away from her breasts, as if ready to let them fall down, smiled a broad smile and lowered her arms, taking the dress with them.

The alert DJ began playing 'stripper' music, and getting into it, Jenny pranced around the table top stage, teasing the crowd. The men applauded and cheered, especially when she let go of the filmy cups and when she shimmied her hips in an imitation of a striptease she must have seen at some time.

A couple of times she turned her back to the crowd, and they could see her thong strap bisecting the shapely balls of her saucy butt, which seemed very exciting as the men all knew they were seeing what they weren't supposed to see. When it again looked like nothing more was going to happen that older man whispered in Joe's ear again.

"Is that it?" Joe asked.

In a fit of pique, Jenny sashayed over to him and asked in teasing tones, "Should I let the dress fall?"

"You wouldn't dare."

Once more she didn't know if he meant it, or if he was trying to provoke her to go further. If it was the latter, it certainly worked. Waving over a waitress with carrying a tray of drinks, she took one of them and downed it in a swallow, then very deliberately flounced to the center of the table, faced the crowd, and let the dress fall from her hips. With a foxy grin, she pulled her feet out of the puddle of red surrounding them. She stood before the assembled underworld crowd in just a half-bra, panties, stockings and sky-hi heels.

No one seemed to notice that there were but three girls left on the impromptu stage. Jenny's blue eyes were bright and her face was flushed, but not with the alcohol or the embarrassment, but with sexual excitement. She stepped away from her dress, bent down, picked it up and tossed it into the crowd. "Better than the garter they toss at Jamie's," someone quipped, and everyone laughed.

The DJ put on another sexy song, and Jenny danced seductively over to the edge of the table and air-kissed Joe, and then, impulsively, the older man. The crowd went nuts. Whistling, stomping, and cheering, though she did notice a couple of older women frowning and looking like they didn't approve.

Jenny was really into it now. She was bouncing up and down, throwing her head back, and then bending forward, doing what looked like a gymnastic routine. Her underwear wasn't made for this sort of exertion, however, and when she leapt up one time after throwing herself down, her breasts popped the catch between her breasts and they burst right out of her bra and then it fell to the floor at her feet.

There she stood, in front of everyone, topless. She giggled. There was some wild applause. Jenny turned bright red and put her hands over her hard nipples. There was a moment's pause. It wasn't clear what would happen next. Jenny did not know whether to laugh or die of shame.

Then Donna leapt in front of her. It looked at first as if she was helping hide her nakedness, but Jenny could see she winked at Bobbi, who was immediately in back of her. Jenny had only a moment to wonder what they were going to do.

"Let me put the bra back on you," Donna said, and moved as if to lift it back into place. Then instead of lifting the bra up to her, Donna waved it with a flourish, leaving Jenny standing there naked from the waist up, while she danced away, holding the bra up for all to see.

Jenny's eyes went wide, and then she reached for Donna to get the bra back from her. Donna held it high over her head though, and Jenny couldn't reach for it without baring her turgid nipples again. Finally, biting back her humiliation, she took her hands away and made a grab for it. Her breasts bounced enticingly as she played an entertaining game of "capture the flag" with a giggling Donna.

Again and again Donna pulled away from her, and then dangled the bra in front of her teasingly. When she'd reach for it, Donna either pulled it away or tossed it to Bobbi. Then Bobbi dangled it in front of her, and Jenny jumped in vain to try and reach it, her breasts bobbing wildly up and down as she pecked about on her tiptoes, her heels clicking with woodpecker staccato on the table top. Everyone watched the show, mesmerized by the erotic action. This was a fantasy gone wild!

Bobbi tossed it back to Donna, and Jenny ran over to her. Donna said,

"You look really sexy." She handed the blonde another drink.

Jenny stopped for a moment; "Really?" she said and then downed the drink in a swallow.

"Sure," said Donna. "Look, I'll ask." And she called out to the crowd. "Doesn't she look sexy?"

"Yes," the audience roared out agreement.

Mischievously, Donna said, "Would you like to see more?"

"Yes," the crowd said. The older man standing beside Joe grinned approval.

"What do you mean more?" said Jenny, trying to cover her breasts again at this point. She dared not think of what might come next. Even so, she sensed she was on a one way sled ride right into the gates of …

"Should we pull down her panties?" Donna called out to the crowd, drawing Jenny's attention.

"Yes," said the crowd.

"Nooo," Jenny cried plaintively, "not that. Please! Not my panties!"

"Oh, okay," said Donna, but then she tossed her bra back to Bobbi, and when she went to get it, Bobbi held it up high over her head. "Spoilsport!" She had to lift up her arms to reach for it, giving the crowd a great view of her breasts again, and as she did so, Donna sneaked up behind her and pulled her flimsy thong panties down, clear down over her thighs to her slim ankles.

"Oh!" Jenny cried. "You sneaky b–"

Suddenly she tried to turn around, but promptly fell. Bobbi dangled the bra over her head, and was unsure whether to reach for her bra or to cover her lower and more private part. Suddenly, as she lay there, Donna reached down and jerked her panties right off her feet.

Finally she pulled herself up, glared at Donna, then reached again for her bra, but Bobbi tossed it into the crowd, and at the same time Donna threw her panties to the cheering crowd.

The DJ suddenly said, "Ten seconds!"

"Oh, no," Jenny wailed, and it seemed like she turned red from her toes to nose. Yet, at the same time, she had a sudden inspiration.

Seven…six…

Once again then, she reached deep inside her self and drew on her mantle of pride and squaring her shoulders, leapt off the table and went to take Joe's arm in both her hands.

"Three, … two, … HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Jenny tugged playfully on Joe's arm and when he bent, she kissed him passionately and then said, "Happy New Year, Joe Valencia. Do I need a sash to be your New Year's Baby?"

Later, riding the glass enclosed elevator up the side of the hotel to Joe's penthouse wearing only her hen's egg ruby, sapphire earrings, heels and hose was an experience she would not soon forget.

*****OoooO*****

"I'm sure Joe thinks well enough of you to call on you again in the future."

Ti Lei's salutary statement as she had helped her into the helicopter when she left stuck in Jenny's mind until, butt sore—she no longer had to wonder what it felt like to be taken anally—and utterly confused, she re-entered her guide's house.

"You enjoyed yourself, I take it?" The mentor was examining the ruby and sapphire pendant and earring set. Jenny had seemed somehow compelled to show the woman her prize almost as soon as she entered the door.

"Joe Valencia is a true 'Backdoor Bandit' you know?"

"Given the opportunity, most men are," Janet agreed with a lewd chuckle. So is a certain demon I can name!

"Janet, why don't I feel horrible about what I've done? What I've become?"

"Why would you want to feel horrible? You did nothing but what came naturally, did you?"

No! But, then, I am a…"

"Goddess, Jenny, you are a bright, intelligent young woman who did not allow an opportunity to slip away. So, you accepted a bauble for your efforts to please a man. It's not a bit thing. He's a man who can well afford such trinkets, I tell you. No, I've seen no problems and I've seen that you will become much stronger for these experiences. You are fated to be a courtesan, for want of a better term, dear. There is no escaping your fate, so accept with grace.

"You've done a reading? What else did you see?"

"Nothing of great concern to you. Now, go and get cleaned up and ready to travel. You have to be back in City Bluffs tomorrow. You have an appointment with the dressmaker for your Sweet Heart Ball gown. Sheila will be along in a few days, I'm sure."

 

The End of Part 12, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 13 next.

  

  

  

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