Yes by RJ Lawrence Page B

When it was over, the crowd
applauded and Hannah ordered another drink.
    A
train of performers followed, each more talented than the last, each costume
more colorful, more revealing. As the girls played their roles, energy built
and flowed through the room, the men driven to the brink by the brazen display
of sexual confidence, some of the girls winking shyly, others flexing and
stomping the floor.
    Finally,
Courtney took the stage. Last and most anticipated, she drew a prolonged
introduction from the announcer and a raucous from the crowd. As the lights
flickered pink, she took the stage as if it was built just for her, drawing a
girl forward by a leash attached to a vinyl neck collar. The room became
feverous as she teased and tempted the young thing with tickles from a feather
and sharp lashes from a leather flogging whip. Soon, she was rid of the younger
girl, banishing her from the stage with a stern slap to the face. Then, she
commanded everything: the stage, the men in the crowd, time.
    When
it was over, the lights picked up a bit, and many of the guests filtered out.
Hannah stood up on her high heels and wobbled a little, her mind swimming under
the influence of several cocktails. A strong hand took her arm and steadied
her.
    "You
alright?" Said the man who'd been staring at her earlier, his height
imposing, voice dripping with a Spanish accent.
    "Yes,"
Hannah said, as she stripped her arm away. "Thank you."
    "I'm
sorry, I did not mean to offend you," he said unconvincingly, a wry,
amused smirk on his lips. "What is your name?"
    She
looked around.
    "It's
Hannah."
    "Nice
to meet you," he said. "My name is Dominic."
    He
offered a handshake and she accepted it, her tiny fingers disappearing inside
his large, enveloping hand.
    "Forgive
me, but you don't look to belong here," he said.
    "I'm
here to see my sister; she was the last performer."
    "Ah,"
he said. "I see the resemblance. Both beautiful and sexy, one brazen; one
demure."
    She
looked over his shoulder.
    "I
have to go."
    "By
all means," he said, as he stepped aside. "Perhaps we will meet again
soon."
    She
gave a polite smile and walked away, his stare burning a hot spot in her back
as she crossed the room.
    As
she approached the door that led backstage, a very thin man stepped forward to
block her path.
    "Can
I help you?"
    "I'm
Hannah, Courtney's sister."
    He
smiled and moved aside.
    "Go
ahead."
    She
opened the door and moved through a narrow hallway, as two beautiful young
girls ran past, their hands cupping a pair of giggling mouths. She stopped and
watched them exit for the bar, and then turned to walk the rest of the way. As
she approached the back stage area, she heard a series of dull moans.
Carefully, she peered around the corner and saw exactly what the two girls had
been giggling about.
    A
man was pinned square against the far wall, Courtney on her knees, sucking him
off. Hannah looked behind her to ensure she was alone; then, she turned back to
watch, as if compelled by some raw longing she'd suppressed for too long.
    As
Courtney worked, the young man grimaced, his face noticeably handsome, jaw
defined by a fine, dark stubble. He raised his chin and grunted as her head
moved up and down, lovingly and thorough, her lips and tongue doing unseen
things to his manhood, his hands gripping a set of metal water pipes that ran
the ceiling overhead.
    While
she sucked, her hands traveled upward, exploring his bare stomach and chest,
the fingernails raking against his tanned skin, leaving visible red lines that
were certain to remain for at least a week thereafter. With each stroke of her
mouth, the man tugged the pipes, sending an aching rattle down the line.
    Her
right hand danced upward upon delicate fingers that seemed practiced, finally
settling on one of his nipples. He groaned as she took it between her thumb and
finger, pinching and twisting it, his body working away, trying to escape the
pain without success. Soon his right hand had found its way to the back