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Epilogue

I stroked us at the same time, the undersides of our clits pressed together. I could feel Tiffany's twitch and pulse while we kissed, our petticoats crunching together. The bright light threw exaggerated shadows against the curtain behind us, the music thundering. But as long as I was kissing her, it all disappeared.

Then she pushed me backwards, grabbing the satin ribbon around my waist as I fell away. The world came rushing back in, loud and bright and hot. I twirled across the stage to cheers from the audience, the ribbon unwrapping with each rotation until my dress came off with it.

I gave a mock look of shock, pretending to try to cover first my naked chest and then my throbbing erection. Then Tiffany was there, her hands on my clit so I could put mine on my nipples. I could feel hers pushing between my cheeks as she stood behind me and stroked.

The club roared with approval. I glanced to the side of the stage and saw Harper watching us with a wide grin. We were, at least for now, the club's premiere attraction. I looked out at the crowd and wondered who I'd be servicing tonight. I hoped whoever it was would let me change — most clients wanted to see me in my stage outfit, but I had a gorgeous new set I was eager to wear.

The curtain dropped as we finished our act, muffling the applause and cheers from the audience. Tiffany kissed me deeply again, the velvety tips of our clits brushing against each other as she did. I giggled against her mouth before Harper physically separated us.

"Enough, girls, save it for your clients," she said. "They're already back there. Now go on and make me proud, sissies."

I gave Tiffany a pinch on the rear before we split and went to our private rooms. I pushed open the door and smelled a familiar, sweet perfume. Where did I recognize it from?

"Hello, Tom," a low, feminine voice said, making my blood run cold. "It's been a while. Why don't you get on your knees and show me what you've learned."