Susan and Celeste had been dorm mates for three months. In that time, they had hardly uttered any more than a few minutes of harmless, meaningless conversation to one another. They had been placed together by the director of student residences simply at random. Neither felt they had anything in common. Celeste was an economics and foreign affairs student with aspirations to work in embassies overseas. Susan was avidly studying to work in the ever growing, and highly lucrative, field of real estate speculation.
Celeste never spent much time in the one room hovel they both had to call home for the lingering year. Celeste coasted by in the curriculum and seemed to garner decent enough marks to earn her degree. Susan spent a lot of time alone and it was starting to gnaw at her.
One Friday night, Susan was sitting up at the head of her bed reading a particularly dull statistics textbook when Celeste flung the door open and came inside. She had a playful smirk in her face, said hello to her studying room mate, and grabbed some things from her dresser. She rushed off to the adjoining bathroom and swung the door mostly shut behind her. The operative term being mostly.
Susan didn't really pay Celeste any mind. She rarely did. She knew that Celeste probably wanted to be the centre of attention all of the time, but Susan wasn't going to extend that courtesy. Susan heard the shower turn on. Through the partially ajar door, she caught a glimpse of the undressing Celeste just before she hopped into the shower. At first, Susan couldn't take her eyes off the reflection as she looked up from her textbook. She couldn't explain the magnetic curiosity she had all of a sudden.
As Celeste moved out of her vantage, she shook her head and returned to rewarding mathematical insight within her book. She heard Celeste start to sing off key to Juice Newton's Just Call Me Angel. Susan giggled softly to herself at the off pitch sounds of Celeste crooning in the shower. Her concentration lapsed.
After what seemed like an eternity, Susan started to worry there wouldn't be any hot water for her bubblebath before bed. It was one of the pastimes she had kept up for many years. Those baths always relaxed her before bed. And Celeste was going to deny her that luxury.
Just as she was about to rap on the door to protest, Susan heard the soft moans. She froze just before knocking wondering what she was hearing. The steam was filling the bathroom and the mirror was completely fogged. Sometimes our curiosities get the better of us in life, and she did something she never would have contemplated. Sometimes we do things we couldn't possibly believe we were capable of for the sakes of our vivid imaginations. She pushed the door inward just a little more. Susan peeked inside.
Through the myriad layers of steam, she could see through the bubbled glass of the shower doors. The tiny imperfections in the glass shrouded a direct view of the spectacle, but she knew Celeste was leaning against the back wall of the shower. Her back was arched. The shower head in one hand. Between her thighs. Her other hand massaged one of her large breasts.
Susan watched with a trance overcoming her body. She couldn't move. Didn't Celeste know that her room mate was only a few meters away? Didn't she think Susan would hear her doing this to herself? Did she care?
Susan pushed the door open a bit more and slowly entered the room. As she got closer and the steam licked her face, she could feel a sudden arousal between her legs. Susan had never felt that happen before when the subject was a woman -- much less an impersonal one like Celeste. But seeing her room mate pleasure herself like this made Susan want to switch places with her. And suddenly it occurred to her that she wanted to be in that shower too.
Somehow she resisted the temptation to shed her clothes and fling the shower doors open. But she couldn't reign in her wandering hands. Susan reached for her breasts kneading them as she watched Celeste do the same thing. Her lungs betrayed her too as a sudden expression of her own arousal escaped her lips.
Her trance was broken. Celeste was awoken from her personal exploration glaring over at the shape of the intruder.
Celeste -- "What are you doing in here, you pervert? Get out!"
Susan -- "I'm sorry, I just needed my....brush."
Susan opened the vanity taking her brush with her and hastily evacuated closing the door behind her. She hopped back up on the bed burying her face in her book. Susan desperately hoped her friend would just drop the matter and go back to their impersonal room sharing for the semester.
Susan waited on pins and needles as Celeste blow dried her hair, primed her makeup, and threw on the robe hanging behind the door. When she came out, she glared over at Susan. Seeing that Susan was painfully trying to ignore her, Celeste wouldn't accept that. She climbed up on her room mate's bed sitting cross legged in front of her.
Celeste -- "Would I sneak into the bathroom while you had your nightly bubblebath?"
Susan -- "No you never have."
Celeste -- "That's right. Did you really need your brush that bad?"
Susan -- "I guess I just didn't really think. My mind is all numb from studying."
Celeste -- "You realize it's Friday night, right? Everyone deserves a break."
Susan -- "Yeah I guess you're right. But I had nothing else to do so I guess I just wanted to get through this next chapter."
Celeste takes the book from Susan and takes a glance through it.
Celeste -- "Statistics? Oh how pedestrian and dull. Poor you. Turn around."
Susan turned around on the bed and crossed her legs like Celeste. Celeste picked up the brush and crouched behind her room mate. She began to stroke the brush through Susan's hair.
Celeste -- "Feels pretty straight to me, sweetie. Not a knot to be found. You're all good."
Susan -- "Thanks Celly."
Celeste had been called Celly by many people and she gathered Susan had heard her nick name before. She took that as an invitation to friendship. While she wasn't sure she and Susan had anything in common, Celeste was suddenly struck with a mission. At least a one night mission. She wanted Susan to have a little fun tonight. Maybe, just maybe, it might make their stay at the dorm a little more pleasurable.
Celeste -- "Wanna come with me tonight? We've never hung out."
Susan -- "I dunno. Where you going?"
Celeste -- "That would be the surprise, wouldn't it? I wouldn't dare spoil it for you."
Susan -- "I'm not sure."
Celeste -- "Please? Cmon it'll be all shits and giggles. Promise."
Susan nodded. Celeste hopped off the bed taking Susan in tow to the closet. Celeste ran her fingers through the rows of outfits, picking out a couple blouses and chucking them over onto the bed. She pulled Susan along to the dresser digging out a couple pair of way too tight shorts and threw them too on the bed.
Celeste -- "Pick."
Susan -- "I do have my own clothes."
Celeste -- "These are your options. Pick."
Since they were pretty much the same, Susan picked the silk blouse that was missing the top three buttons and appeared would dip practically to her navel. Handing Susan the outfit, Susan toddled off to the bathroom to change. Celeste changed in the middle of the room while Susan did the same in the comforts of the bathroom.
It had occurred to Celeste that Susan may have been peeping on her. So she really took her time changing so Susan would awkwardly wander back into the bedroom while she was still naked. Watching the bathroom door, she remained entirely naked for longer than she had to. When Susan emerged, she looked over and her eyes widened as Celeste was just wiggling the jean shorts over her curvy hips. Celeste winked at her room mate as she pulled the muppet skin cardigan over her naked breasts, closing the two buttons that were well below her bulging chest.
Celeste went over to her bed and lifted the mattress. She took out a handful of money from her hiding place and stuffed them into her tight pockets. Susan knew Celeste's mother was lining her daughter's pockets so she could have the time of her life. When Celeste's mom visited once, it was clear that the "like mother, like daughter" aphorism rang true in their household.
Grabbing her packet of cigarettes and her keys, Celeste latched onto her new friend and dragged her along to the car. Susan was bewildered and looked out the window as they drove down the familiar campus roads. They were heading to the outskirts of town. When they pulled into a parking lot crammed with cars and motorcycles, Susan noticed the blinking neon sign. Roxannes. Celeste had brought her to a strip club.
Before Susan could protest, Celeste was already skipping off towards the front of the building. Susan could walk home in disgrace and have to face her room mate later or she could follow her friend inside. Susan marshaled her courage and followed Celeste up to the growing line at the front of the club.
Celeste skipped past the waiting customers to the front of the line. Flashing her blue eyes at the muscle bound bouncer in leathers at the front door, she spoke to the big man as if she had known him for many years.
Celeste -- "Vinnie. My friend and I don't have to wait in line do we? Do you want us to get bored and go somewhere else?"
Vinnie -- "Roxxy would kick my ass if I let that happen, sweet stuff."
He opened the red velvet rope and let Celeste and Susan go inside as he winked at Susan as she passed by. Susan and Celeste entered the crowded club. The club had a tall look to it. The ceilings were nearly twenty feet high. A catwalk around the perimeter of the building was filled with men and women with hungry eyes and thirsty tongues. There were men and women, young and old, bustling around throughout the place. There were three stages with runways that intersected at the middle of the biggest stage. Each had the required poles. But at the centre of the biggest stage was a complete stage set. A bed. A couch. A shower. Susan was mesmerized and her jaw became slack.
Celeste had obviously been here before. Susan knew she was a social butterfly, but Celeste could barely walk five feet before another unruly customer stopped her in her paces. Slowly, Susan and Celeste approached the bar.
Three gorgeous young barmaids stood behind the taps. Two of the girls Susan recognized from school. The third was definitely older. Susan estimated she was in her late thirties. She was dressed entirely in leather, but it snuggly cropped out the contours in her body. Susan soon figured out this Mrs Robinson type was definitely the owner of the watering hole. Roxxy approached Celeste and Susan with a snicker.
Roxxy -- "Glad to see you again Celly. Who's your sexy friend?"
Celeste -- "This is Susan. My room mate at the dorm. Isn't she adorable?"
Roxxy -- "Adorable ain't the word. The word escapes me. Surprised she hasn't been here with you before, Celly. You been depriving me of her company?"
Celeste -- "Susan is a bit shy, Rox. But I think I can lure her out of her shell."
Roxxy -- "If anyone can, you will, you bad girl. Have some time for me later? At last call?"
Celeste -- "Depends on my company. I think we might be persuaded."
Roxxy -- "I'll be waiting with bated breath. Drinks are on me tonight, you sexy ladies."
