Film at Eleven
Chapter 4 — The Night Shift
Kelly groaned at the sound of the alarm going off. “Leave me alone,” she groaned.
Her alarm paid Kelly no heed whatsoever.
Kelly flung her covers off and laid there staring at her ceiling before she finally turned her bleary eyes on the noisy timekeeper. “Shut up,” she said with as much venom as she could muster.
Her alarm didn’t seem to care until one of Kelly’s haphazardly aimed slaps finally knocked some sense into it and the contraption finally stopped beeping at her.
It was too early to get up, Kelly told herself, and why the heck was she so sore between her legs. It was almost as if she ...
She almost giggled at that thought but giggling wasn’t her style. Still, the thought of that. Yeah right. She was between boyfriends and even if she wasn’t, it wasn’t like she’d let just anyone do that with her, even if he was her boyfriend.
Still, she was sore. She moaned. Actually, she was very sore.
She got up and padded down the hallway. Something was definitely wrong but still, she should go into work, she told herself. Sure, they’d already cut her hours back but if she called in sick, wouldn’t that just give them more excuses for cutting her back even further, and dammit, just the day before, she’d been so proud of herself when she’d walked out of there just because the clock said it was time to quit. It looked like she was going to have to pay the price for that moment of insolence.
Kelly looked in the mirror and she gasped. What the hell had happened to her? She looked ... not necessarily bad, but ... different.
But what had happened to her?
Little fragments of music came to her, fragments of light and music, and she’d been dancing, she was sure of that, and that might have explained why she was sore only she knew that really wasn’t it.
She turned on the shower and she let the water run. Well, maybe it was good they’d cut her hours back. She could go in for the morning and before things got too bad, it would be time to go home, and if she played it right, no one would have any idea at just how bad off she really was.
Kelly stepped into the shower. The hot water felt good as it cascaded down her body. She poured shampoo onto her hands and she ran her hands through her hair.
There was something else, she realized. There were guys. There were lots of them, and they were all watching her ... and it kind of excited her.
Her hands played over her body as the water continued to flow. Soapy hands slipped easily over her breasts even as her fingers grabbed at her nipples.
Unnhh, that felt good, she told herself, and then in the very next instant, she wondered why it was that she was doing what she was doing.
What the hell was wrong with her, she wondered. She could feel herself getting hotter, and the weird thing was she liked it. She liked it a lot.
Kelly finally pulled herself out of the shower but not before she’d almost managed to make herself cum. She might have gone even further, but she was definitely sore, and she still had no idea why.
She padded her way back towards her room and it was only then that she’d noticed the little travel bag in the corner of her room. What was that, she wondered. It wasn’t hers, she told herself, and yet even as she told herself that, she overrode herself. She wasn’t sure how she knew it but she was sure that the little travel bag really was hers.
She had to go to work, she told herself and yet, she kept looking at the bag in the corner. What was in it, she wondered. She didn’t have time to find out, and yet, she just had to know.
Fine, she told herself. Just a peek and then she’d go. She hefted the bag and she pulled it up onto her bed. It was light. For a moment, Kelly wondered if it had anything at all in it but just by the heft and feel of it, she knew it did.
And then Kelly was unzipping the bag and pulling back the flap and ...
Whoa! What was all this stuff? Most of it was sheer like lingerie and the like but there were other items, too. At first glance, the other things looked like costumes but at second glance, they looked more like parodies of what they really were. She looked at the door to her room. Was this something that belonged to one of her roommates, she wondered, and yet ... and yet, she knew it wasn’t.
Here was something that looked like a policewoman’s uniform except no policewoman would ever wear a skirt that tight, and the top would barely cover her breasts. And some of these dresses, all way too short. Well almost, Kelly thought. And over in the corner here, wadded up in a ball, was this a ... was this a schoolgirl’s outfit?
Kelly wasn’t sure how she knew but her hand touched the top of the uniform. She wasn’t sure how she knew it but there was a guy’s cum here, almost as if a guy had cum on it, but not really. More like it had been used to wipe up a guy’s cum.
She looked at the top. But even if she was right, she thought, how could she have known that. After all. This wasn’t her stuff.
Or was it? The more she looked at it. The more familiar it looked, but how could this be hers.
She looked at the clock. Damn. Look at the time. She was going to be late for work. She didn’t have time to be wasting looking at this stuff.
Yeah right. She was going to be late for a job where they wanted her to work full time but only wanted to pay her for a half day’s work. What kind of a job was that?
It wasn’t like she was a reporter.
Kelly stifled a gasp at that thought. She’d always tried to keep herself upbeat but that thought hit her hard. She wasn’t a reporter, was she?
It was time to let go of her childhood fantasies.
No, she told herself. No. It wasn’t a fantasy. She could still do it. She just had to keep working at it and if she kept working at it, she could get what she wanted. If she kept working at it, she could still be a reporter.
Usually, those affirmations worked on her. Usually, she bucked herself up. Usually ... but not this time.
This time, the clothes in her suitcase seemed more real to her than her prospects of becoming a reporter. This time, she had the feel that she was destined for something else. This time, the thought kept running around inside her head. It was all just a fantasy, she told herself. It was all just a childish fantasy. She should give it all up and do what she was meant to do.
She looked at her clock. Oh shit! There was no way she was going to be able to make it in on time. There was only one thing to do. She had to call in sick, and besides, now that she’d told herself to do it, she actually liked the decision. She didn’t actually want to go to work if she wasn’t actually going to get to be a reporter.
She picked up the phone and dialed Charlene, the station’s receptionist.
“Hey, Charlene, this is Kelly.”
“Hey, Kelly. What’s up, girl?”
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it into work today,” Kelly said. “I’m feeling achy all over.” Now that she thought about it, that was at least partly true. She had felt kind of achy when she’d woken up that morning. It just wasn’t all over, and it wasn’t that bad anymore.
“You want me to tell, Mr. Anderson?”
“Would you, please?”
“Sure. No problem. I hope you feel better.”
“Me, too,” Kelly said, and with that the connection went dead.
For a moment, Kelly had time to feel smug about what she’d done but it was only for a moment. She needed money. Her roommates had been really good about it. Well, Chloe had, but Gabby was starting to make noises about everyone needing to pull their weight. The last thing Kelly could afford to do was miss a day’s pay-check. Actually, it was only a half day’s paycheck but she couldn’t afford to lose that either.
So where the hell was she going to come up with the money?
Money? Wait. She had money. She went to her purse and she opened it up. She took out her billfold and there inside was money.
Where the hell had all that money come from?
She took it out and she counted it. She counted it again. $929. Where the hell had she come up with over nine hundred dollars?
And just what the hell was she going to do with it?
She walked out of her room and Gabby was there in the kitchen. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“I called in sick,” Kelly said.
“Kelly, you can’t do that. We need every dollar we can get just to make the rent.”
Kelly grinned. “You want money?”
“Yeah.”
“Wait here.” Kelly went back to her room but she was back moments later with money in hand. “My share of the monthly rent. Seven hundred bucks. It’s all there. You can count it.”
Gabby looked at the stack of money. “Where did you get that?”
“Does it matter?”
Gabby looked at the money and then she scooped it up. “I guess not,” she said, “but you still owe for part of last month’s rent, too.”
“You’re right, but since Chloe was the one who covered for me, you don’t have to worry. I’ll pay HER back when I got a chance.”
“Hey! You don’t have to get all bitchy about it.”
“Sorry,” Kelly said as she backed down. After all, Gabby was right. She had been behind in her payments. It was just that it had felt nice to tweak the other girl just a bit, but just because Gabby had started to get all kind of petty, that didn’t mean that she had to.
“’T’s okay. So where’d you get all this money?”
That was a really good question, Kelly thought, and what bothered her most was that she didn’t have a good answer for it.
“Where’d you get it,” Gabby asked again.
Well when you didn’t have a good answer, there was always one answer that always worked. “That’s none of your business,” Kelly said and with that, she turned around and walked back into her room.
So where had it come from, Kelly wondered. She still didn’t know and it kind of bugged her but maybe not as much as it should have.
What did bother her was that cum-stained top, the one that was part of the little schoolgirl outfit. She was going to need that top. She wasn’t sure why she was going to need it. She was just sure that she was definitely going to need it.
Kelly waited in her room, waited until her roommates had left for work before she took the top out to the bathroom where she could wash it up. This was fun, she told herself. This was fun, not having to go to work.
But what was she going to do. She turned on the television but in no time at all, she decided that wasn’t what she wanted. She could go for a walk, but she decided she didn’t want that either. What, then? What was she going to do?
She pulled her skirt up and she let her fingers slide between her legs. It wasn’t long before she had her hand down inside her panties and she moaned as her fingers rubbed her clit. Oh yeah, she told herself. That would work.
“Oh yeah,” she groaned. “Oh yeah. That was definitely it.”
Geez, she was wet. It was almost as if she’d been expecting this. For me to be as wet as I am, Kelly told herself, I must have really needed this.
She moaned again. She was so close.
Her breathing was ragged as her fingers did their dirty work. She was going to cum. She knew it, and then she gasped as her fingers finally pushed her over the edge.
Her whole body quivered in the ecstasy of sexual release and Kelly just laid there and let it happen. Damn, it had been a long time since she’d done something like that, and the great thing was she wanted to do it again.
Save it, a voice inside her head said. You’re going to need it for later.
Need what, Kelly wanted to ask, but whatever the voice was, it didn’t answer back.
It was almost five in the afternoon and Kelly hadn’t been able to do much more than just hang around the apartment. She was bored but every time she thought she might go out, she seemed to find some reason why she couldn’t so Kelly grabbed at her phone when her phone rang.
“Hey, Kelly,” said a girl’s voice on the other end of the line. “It’s Mia.”
“Hi,” Kelly said. Mia? Who the hell was Mia?
“I just wanted to let you know we’re like ten minutes away. I just wanted to make sure you’re ready to go. Are you ready?”
Ready, Kelly wanted to ask. Ready for what, and yet, she didn’t seem to be able to say anything.
“Are you ready,” the girl on the phone asked again.
“I’m ready,” Kelly said. Wait a minute? Why the hell had she said that?
“Cool. We’ll give you a call when we’re out front and you can come down and meet us, okay?”
“Okay.”
“See you then,” the girl on the other end of the line said and with that, the line went dead.
Okay?! Why the hell had she said that? What the hell was wrong with her, and most importantly, just who the hell was Mia?
Well, she wasn’t going to go down there, she thought at first, but then she thought again. Was that what a reporter would do? No, a reporter would go and investigate, so she wouldn’t stay holed up in her apartment. She’d go down and find out just who the fuck this Mia was.
The weird thing was Mia seemed to know her. More than that, Mia seemed to think she was expected, and Mia had said “we.” That had to mean there was someone else with her.
Damn it. Who the hell was Mia?
Kelly’s phone rang and Kelly answered it.
“We’re here,” said the unknown Mia.
“I’ll be right down,” Kelly said and as she hung up the phone, Kelly couldn’t help but wonder why all of the sudden, she sounded so chipper to meet this girl she didn’t even know.
It wasn’t until she was already in her apartment building’s lobby that Kelly realized she’d brought the tote bag behind her. She wondered briefly why she’d brought it, but really it didn’t matter because she didn’t have time to go back up to the apartment and put it back.
Sure enough, there was a car waiting for her out front and there was a redhead in the car. Actually, there were two of them. One behind the wheel and one riding shotgun and the two of them looked enough alike to be sisters and Kelly couldn’t help but feel that she’d seen the two of them before. It was the one in the passenger’s seat who waved at her. “Kelly,” the girl said. “Over here, Kelly.”
Kelly walked to the car.
“Hop in,” said the girl in the passenger seat who was obviously the unknown Mia.
Kelly climbed in the back seat even before she could ask herself why she was doing what she was doing and with that, the car pulled away from the curb.
Mia turned around and looked at Kelly in the back seat. “Tonight’s the big night,” Mia said.
“Tonight?”
“Would you listen to her,” Mia said to the driver, “trying to act all innocent and stuff, but I’ll bet you her pussy’s all nice and hot and wet just thinking about it.”
“I know mine was,” the driver said.
“Yeah right. I know you. What do you mean was?”
“Okay. You got me. Is.”
“Mine, too,” said Mia as she looked back at Kelly in the back seat. “We’re going to have such fun tonight.”
“We are?”
“You bet we are. Mr. Avery says the three of us might even do a show together.”
Mr. Avery. Now where had she heard that name before? He was ... he was ... oh shit ...
He was the manager at the Excelsior Club and that must mean that these girls were ...
They were strippers.
“Look,” said Mia. “Here we are. You’re lucky, Kelly, that you live so close by.”
Lucky was hardly the word that Kelly would have used and yet she found herself being inexorably pulled toward the door of the club. Why was she doing this? She wasn’t a stripper.
“Ah,” said the bouncer at the door. “Mia and Tia, and I see you’ve brought the lovely Kelly with you as well. Excellent. I know there’s lots of guys inside who are going to love to see her.”
What the heck was going on here, Kelly wondered. Was everyone out of their minds. She wasn’t a stripper, and yet the weird thing was, everyone seemed to think she was.
“Should we go talk to Mr. Avery,” Mia asked.
“Mr. Who?”
“You know Mr. Avery,” Mia said. “He’s the boss here. Come on. Let’s go say hi.”
“Ladies,” the man said.
“Hi, Mr. Avery,” Mia said. “We just thought we’d come by and say hi before we went and got ready.”
“No wait,” Kelly said. “I don’t think I’m supposed to be here.”
“You don’t think you’re supposed to be here,” the man said, “and yet, here you are. What do you say to that?”
“I ... I think I should be going.”
“But you just got here.”
“No, no, really. I think I should be going.”
The manager shrugged. “Well, all right then. If you think you should, then let me call you a cab.”
“No, no. I’m okay.”
“No, really. I insist. If a couple of my girls picked you up and brought you in here, well, they shouldn’t have done that. In fact, I imagine you probably don’t want to be here.”
Kelly shook her head.
“I got an idea. You can go wait in my office while I call you a cab. Mia can show you where it is.”
Kelly smiled gratefully and she followed the redhead. She was still confused though as to how any of this had happened in the first place.
“So you really didn’t want to come here,” Mia asked when the two of them were in the manager’s office.
“No, of course not,” Kelly said with the shake of her head. How could anyone think something like that of her, but then something else occurred to her. She was here. She might as well ask some questions. Maybe, she could use this opportunity to show what she could do as a reporter. “So you’re really a stripper?”
“Yep.”
“How long you been doing that?”
“A couple years now. Ever since me and Tia got out of high school. We came down here right away, and Mr. Avery, he saw what we could do. He put us up on stage right away.”
“How do you like it?”
“I like it fine.”
“But doesn’t it bother you? You know, taking your clothes off in front of all those guys?”
“Not really.”
“But don’t you think it’s degrading?”
“You should talk,” the redhead said.
Kelly was about to ask what the redhead meant by that when the door to the office opened and the manager walked in. He was holding a glass of soda in his hand. “I thought you could use something to drink,” he said.
“I only drink Diet Coke.”
“I know. That’s what I brought for you.”
Kelly smiled gratefully never questioning how the man knew what she liked. She drank some of the soda and then she drank some more. “I’m really sorry about putting you through all this trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all. It’s the least I could do, Ms. Lawson.”
Kelly took another drink of her soda before it finally occurred to her what was wrong. “Wait a minute,” she said. “How did you know my name?”
“I know a lot about you,” the man said. “I know your name. I know you’ve always wanted to be a reporter, but I know that’s not what you are. I know you love stripping for guys and then fucking their brains out and most of all, I know you can’t wait to know what it feels like to tongue Mia here’s pussy.”
“B-b-but I’m straight.”
“Really? You could have fooled me. Wasn’t it you who told me not 24 hours ago that you wanted to slide a tongue between Mia’s legs?”
Had she really said that, Kelly wondered.
“And when I told you that Mia and her sister did a show on stage where Tia ate her sister’s cunt, wasn’t it you who told me you wouldn’t mind being a part of that show.
Had she really said that, Kelly wondered. She must have, she thought. That was why her pussy was wet.
“That was why you asked me to put you on the night shift, wasn’t it, so you could come here and have your way with these girls, wasn’t it?”
God yes, Kelly thought. That was exactly what she wanted.
“That is what you want,” the manager said. “To get out on stage and to lick those pussies in front of all those guys.”
It was a little while later and there was a woman dancing on stage. As was the norm for the Excelsior Club, by the time her set came to an end, the little redhead had lost all her clothes.
“Gentlemen, put your hands together for the lovely and talented Mariah,” Zeke’s voice boomed from the DJ’s booth, “and now, gentlemen, if you want ... uh oh. What’s this?”
Mia was standing on stage looking off somewhere to the side.
“Something seems to be amiss,” Zeke’s voice boomed. “I wonder what it could be.”
Kelly appeared from out of the shadows and she strode out on stage, dragging a chair behind her.
“Why, it’s Shiloh,” Zeke said in feigned shock. “What’s she doing out there?”
Kelly put the chair on the stage and then she gave it a shove, sending it skittering across the stage.
“I think she wants Mariah to sit in the chair,” Zeke said.
Mia/Mariah was shaking her head even as Kelly kept pointing at the chair.
“I think she’s going to have to do it,” Zeke said.
Mia was still shaking her head even as she sat in the chair.
Kelly towered over her and she pointed at Mia and Mia looked scared. She continued to shake her head no.
Kelly pointed again, and again, Mia shook her head.
Kelly pointed again and for a moment, it looked as if Mia was going to keep resisting, but then the redhead seemed to relent. She stopped shaking her head and slowly, she let her legs slide open.
That was the only invitation that Kelly needed. In a moment, she was on her knees and sliding between the redhead’s legs.
For a moment, she wondered if the men watching her really knew. She was sure they’d figured out that this was all just a show and it was clear they liked what they saw, but still Kelly wondered if they knew.
Up to an extent, they were right. Up to an extent, it really was all a show, but not anymore. Here on stage, it was real. Her tongue really was licking Mia’s clit and Mia’s moans, those were real, too.
“Would you look at her go,” Zeke said.
If they only knew, Kelly thought. If they only knew just how real it was.
Mia certainly wasn’t acting, at least not anymore. Her body just kept writhing there on stage in time to the beat of Kelly’s tongue.
“Would you look at them go,” the DJ said. “If you asked me, I’d have to say those girls really like each other, wouldn’t you, boys.”
Some of the men were clapping now and some were even cheering as Kelly’s tongue got Mia off and there was little doubt that in a matter of moments, Mia would have been cumming hard.
Would have, that is, if the two of them hadn’t been interrupted.
“Oh my,” Zeke said.
A redhead was walking up on stage and then she was coming up behind Kelly. She looked like she was angry but Kelly said nothing.
“It’s Tamara,” Zeke said. “Looks like she’s here to defend her sister’s honor.”
Tia/Tamara stood over Kelly and then without warning, she leaned down and smacked Kelly’s ass hard enough to draw a few gasps from the men that were watching. Was this in fact real, they wondered.
Kelly finally looked up and her eyes seemed to blaze. She rose to her feet and she pointed at Mia even as she looked at her sister.
Tia shook her head and Kelly pointed yet again.
“Uh oh, gentlemen,” Zeke said. “This doesn’t look at all good.”
Kelly grabbed Tia and Tia shook herself free, but Kelly grabbed her again.
“I think we’re going to need some security here,” Zeke said.
But before anyone could act, it seemed as if Kelly had Tia turned around and then she was pointing at the girl’s sister.
Tia shook her head.
Kelly pointed again. “I think Shiloh wants her to do something,” Zeke intoned from the DJ’s booth.
But again, Tia shook her head.
Kelly gave Tia a shake and then she pointed yet again.
“I think she’s going to have to do it,” Zeke said.
Kelly pointed yet again and this time, it seemed as if Tia was losing her nerve to say no.
“I think she’s going to do it,” Zeke said.
Kelly pointed again and Tia turned but not before shaking her head no one last time.
But Kelly was having none of that, and Tia turned back around. She was approaching her sister, and then in front of the assembled men, Tia straddled her sister’s lap and Mia’s hands came up and fondled Tia’s perky, little tits.
“Would you look at that,” Zeke said.
The men were definitely looking as Mia’s mouth sucked on her sister’s tits and they were still looking when Kelly knelt behind her and when Kelly’s tongue worked its way between Tia’s legs.
Tia’s head came back in a look of surprise as she felt Kelly’s tongue between her legs but almost as quickly, her sister’s mouth was kissing her tits.
“I think she likes it,” Zeke said. “I think Tamara likes it.”
Kelly didn’t have to guess. Up on stage, she could hear Tia moaning and if the way her pussy was twitching was any indication, she didn’t just like it. She loved it.
Kelly’s fingers rubbed Mia’s pussy even as her tongue worked Tia’s pussy. No reason why she couldn’t get the two of them cumming at the very same time.
They were close, Kelly knew. They were very, very close.
Tia came first although her sister was just seconds behind.
Vaguely, Kelly remembered saying something about not liking pussy but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember why she’d said that. Licking pussy wasn’t as fun as taking a cock between her legs, but she loved licking pussy and it was a fact she’d keep on showing over and over again.