Reyna's Anniversary Part 5 (Patreon)

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Inside Reyna’s eyes, there were more lights. It was as though her eyes were diamonds, each of them turning and bending back thousands of rainbows. Grace pushed through the veil of lights and saw a stage. It was smaller than the one downstairs. Private. There was a thin pole on it, and only one chair in front of it. Someone was sitting there, but they were cloaked in shadow. Grace looked closer, trying to see who it was, but the light stung her eyes. She had to turn, to look back on the stage. There, with spotlights pointed at the curtain, a tall redheaded woman came out. She was in a tiny thong and string bikini top, barely covered at all. Her hair was in a braid along her back, and she wore thick glasses. 

It was Grace. 

Grace leaned in closer. No questions flooded her mind. She didn’t wander how she got there or what she was doing on stage. She didn’t ask about how her body looked different, tighter, firmer. She didn’t wonder anything at all about this new Grace. Her fascination burned inside of her. All curiosity was forged into anticipation. She licked her lips, watching herself in Reyna’s eyes. Then Grace on the stage swung her hips to one side. Slow music filled the room. It was heavy and thick, like a meditation, a trance. Grace swung her hips to when the bass pulsed, and the whole stage seemed to shake. She raised her hands over her head, twisting them and her wrists slowly with the music. 

Then Grace lifted her head, looking straight up. The music picked up. She spread her arms wide. She stopped swinging her hips and spread her legs wide. Glitter rained down over her body. It covered every inch, painting her in a sparkly silver and blue and pink. Grace on the stage shook her ass and hips, enjoying the feel of it on her skin, enjoying the eyes of her captive audience, enjoying the way the light bounced off her and made her shine. 

And then Grace danced. Around the poll. Up and down. She peeled off her bikini and tossed it to the side. There was no glitter on her breasts, on her nipples. The bikini had spared them, but now the eye was drawn to the bare and freckled skin. The eye was drawn to the shining piercing, the bar through each nipple. Even then she shined. She shined, and everyone saw her. Everyone saw her for what she really was, and they were happy. Happy like Grace. Happy in Reyna’s eyes. 

Grace gasped when Reyna blinked. She pulled herself away and looked around. She was still in the Gold Club. Esmerelda was still gone, talking to that guy. It was only a moment, just a breath, but it felt like forever. 

Reyna smirked. “I want to discuss payment, and I think you do too.” 

“What?” Grace tried to shake her head, to clear it. She brought one head up to the temple, but the lights in the club were too bright. They were too distracting. 

“Are you sure you’ve never thought of more piercing?” 

“What?” 

Reyna pointed to Esmerelda. “You seem quite taken with hers.” 

Grace squinted, trying to get the light out of her eye. Everything was too shiny. “Esmerelda?” 

“Is that her name?” Reyna purred. “She’s a lovely creature. Could you imagine those piercings under the right light?” 

“Yeah,” said Grace. “Yeah.” 

“I have all my girls pierced, but not quite like that.” 

‘Your what?” 

“There’s something so erotic about it.” Reyna turned back to face Grace. The smile faded from her lips. “It feels like making love, to have something forced inside.” She leaned forward and whispered, “Forced through you.” 

Grace stood up. Then sat back down. Then stood up again. “Um, I have to … um …” 

“Go?” asked Reyna. She smirked again. “So soon? We haven’t set up terms of your payment?”

“Right. I … uh …” Grace looked at Esmerelda. She was smiling and heading towards them now. She was captivating, radiant under the strange lighting of the club. Grace wanted to keep watching her, to get lost in her curves and body and … 

She shook her head. “Call me. I need to go.” She started to leave. In the corner of the second floor was a private stage, smaller, with one seat in front of it. Grace froze at the sight of it, then turned and faced Reyna. The curvy Hispanic woman smiled wider and nodded. “Next time, not here,” said Grace. She stormed out of the building, ignoring a few other cries as other dancers recognized her. 

The panic attack happened as soon as she was in her car. She tried to catch her breath, to feel like the world wasn’t sitting on top of her chest, crushing her, but there was too much. Her mind couldn’t settle. It would move from the stage to the lights to the glitter to the piercings to her debt to Reyna to dancing to her reputation to her clients to Reyna to her career to her failure to Reyna to Reyna to Reyna. 

When her Xanax took effect, and she felt she could breathe and drive, she went straight home. Straight to bed. Straight under the covers. Straight to the one place Reyna can’t get her.

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What does Grace dream of that night?