Page 35 of Dance for Me

Angel Wings

They were here. Her designs were finally here, and Vanessa couldn’t believe it. She took out the blush colored, lace lingerie from the box. It was surreal holding real lingerie that she designed herself and tonight was going to be the first night that one of the girls were going to wear one on stage. It took a week to get them shipped here after being made.

Which reminded her, that is almost how long it had been since Vanessa saw those men who came into Jack’s club. Jack didn’t mention another word about it and she didn’t ask.

She trusted him. But who were they?

Vanessa ran her fingers over the fine intricate details of the lingerie and she couldn’t help but smile to herself.

“Shit,” Jazz swore as she entered the dressing room.

“What’s the matter?” Vanessa asked, still holding the lingerie in her hand.

“I just got off the phone with Raven. Her son is sick, so she had to call off for tonight.” Jazz paused to look at her. “So… that means you’re going to have to go on tonight as a replacement.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened, she hadn’t been on stage since the first time, which was the only, and what she thought was the last time. “What? What about Trixie?”

Jazz shook her head. “She lives a half hour into the city, and we have ten minutes before the doors open.”

“What about you?” Vanessa was desperate at this point, not that Jazz wouldn’t kill it, but it had been a long while since she danced on stage. So, she waited until Jazz gave her the big fat no.

Jazz cocked her head, “Girl, I’ve put on like twenty pounds since I last danced. No go.” Jazz eyed her. “Besides, what better person to debut the first new lingerie than you, the person who designed it,” she pointed.

Sure, but the designers never actually modeled their own work. Maybe she could argue that point to death.

“What about Jack? What would he say about it?”

“Jack left me in charge of the girls but… I suppose you’re right,” Jazz grabbed Vanessa’s hand and led her straight out the dressing room in a rush.

Jack was standing next to Owen behind the bar. She bit her lip at his chiseled jaw and the way his strong shoulders looked when he rested an arm on the counter.

Jazz stopped when Owen and Jack looked up as soon as her and Vanessa were standing in front of them. Jack still leaning his strong body forward, how the bar held all of him up, she wasn’t sure.

“I need Vanessa to dance tonight,” she said, looking straight at Jack. She didn’t even flinch. He stood straight up and he didn’t look happy. “Raven called off and we both know damn well Trixie can’t get here in time.”

“No,” Jack said in a stern, cold voice. Vanessa stood there as her eyes darted back and forth between Jazz and Jack. More like, Jazz was telling him how it was going to be and he better listen.

“Jack, we don’t have anyone else,” she crossed her arms covering her cleavage revealing breasts. “What’s the big deal anyhow?”

Jack ground his teeth and his eyes lingered on Vanessa. The more she thought about it, the more it didn’t sound like such a bad idea. It could be fun being able to model her own sexy lingerie.

“Jack…” Vanessa stepped in closer to him and she looked up, meeting his eyes. “I want to do this. Let me, please.” She did want to, maybe she wanted to feel powerful and sexy.

Jack didn’t take his gaze off her. It was like he was reading her and they communicated without words.

His chest rose and fell, “Yeah, okay, but you leave your damn top on.”

Vanessa smiled.

Jazz and Owen looked to him with confusion. “Um, okay, whatever you say,” Jazz said but it sounded more as a question because she couldn’t understand why Jack didn’t want Vanessa to go on stage or why he didn’t want her to remove her top. Vanessa wasn’t so sure, either but maybe he thought her boobs weren’t nice enough.

“I’m in no protest of leaving my top on,” Vanessa said.

“The men aren’t going to give a shit anyway. Girl is hot enough she could walk on stage in a trash bag, and they would still go crazy.” Owen laughed and Jack just shook his head. “Go get dressed hon, we cannot wait to see your lingerie.” Jazz did a shimmy dance while Jack remained silent, muscles tense. Owen slid a drink to Jack and he gladly accepted it.

With only a minute before they opened the doors, Vanessa changed into her design.

The blush colored design fit her like a glove and the lace hugged her skin. The back showed a small dainty bow which rested on top, where the cut-out heart formed. The top of the lingerie held her breasts in but barely, and her long hair brushed the fabric that was holding them in. There was a small piece of lace fabric that dipped down under and in between her breasts, toward her flat stomach. She had to admit, she looked hot.

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