Rebecca
Donna woke up when cold water was thrown in her face.
"What...?"
"You passed out, you little lesbian slut." Ms. Brendan said with a smile, while holding the empty glass. "Go and sit on the couch while they clean up the place."
The half naked Donna scrambled up and went to sit on the couch as instructed. Her head was momentarily clear, but she felt the next wave of drunkenness coming up.
"Well Cutty..." Ms. Brendan said, "and this is only the beginning for you. Put your clothes back on my sweet bitch."
Donna was glad to put her clothing back on, although she was more worried about passing out again than being naked. Clumsy she dressed herself as two topless ladies quickly cleaned the area, preparing it for the next dance.
"Focus, Cutty!" Ms. Brendan said as she saw Donna falling asleep again.
SMACK. She hit Donna on her cheek with her right hand and grabbed her jaw with her left.
"Look at me, you little drunk piggy!"
Donna tried to comply and fight the alcohol, but she lost the battle.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Ms. Brendan hit her hard on both her cheeks, still holding her face up as she squeezed Donna's jaw.
"Get me more water please," she ordered to the waitress picking up the last empty glasses. "Cutty, get yourself together!"
Donna tried, but she was quite lost. She hadn't been drinking this much since her student years, and actually the last years she barely drank. Raising her daughters kept her from it. Her mind went blank.
When she woke up again Ms. Brendan held a large glass of water in front of her. She was dripping wet.
"What?..." she looked around and saw vaguely where she was. The whole room was spinning.
"She's pretty drunk." Ms. Brendan said, as she smiled.
"To whom is she talking?" Donna wondered as she tried to focus.
"I'm drunk... Too much margarita's..." she mumbled, hoping someone would help her.
"Nah, Cutty, you just need to be strong. Drink this."
The glass of water waved in front of her. She grabbed it with both hands and gulped down the water.
"Let me take care of her, I have her back in no time Ms. Brendan." somebody said.
"Who??" Donna tried to see who was with them right now, it wasn't Trinity.
"Ok, you do that, I'll just wait here."
"Come, Cutty." The voice instructed.
With her mind still floating in and out of consciousness, and the room spinning like crazy, Donna wanted to follow up on the instruction, but couldn't by herself. She felt a hand grabbing hers, and she automatically lifted up.
"Good, just follow me," she heard, and she was out of it again.
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"Ok, throw up, that's good, Cutty..." the voice said.
Donna came back to the living and found herself holding a sink in a brightly lit toilet. She was throwing up.
"Another time, get that stomach empty, and drink this water."
She gladly accepted the water after another burst, and gulped it down.
This repeated itself for ever it seemed to Donna, but finally she became clear again.
She was sitting down on the floor, completely wet, and feeling miserable. She looked up.
In front of her, smiling down was Rebecca Fowler, the second stripper.
"Finally back in the world, Cutty?"
She nodded.
"You are a mess, you stink and your clothes are wet and dirty. I'll take you to my dressing room to clean you up and give you some new clothes. We must have something your size."
She was lifted and pushed out of the toilet, into a small corridor.
"This door" and she was pushed into a small room a few feet further. Donna became clearer with the minute. She looked around, "The room is not spinning anymore..."
Rebecca walked passed her in the room into a small private walk in closet, giving Donna time to recuperate on her own.
The room had just a bed and a dressing table with a large mirror. Standard, just as you would see in movies, with those round bright light bulbs around it. Everywhere clothing was hanging around. All flimsy dresses, high heeled shoes, thongs. A large collection of make up bottles and brushes, mascara, were on the dressing table.
What caught her eye was a wall with pictures, somewhat like the wall in the corridor of Ms. Brendan, yet these seemed to be pictures of one women only, in various poses, and various clothing.
"Here, go in there and brush your teeth with this, strip and have a quick shower."
Donna wanted to object, but was silenced quickly.
"You do as I tell you to. Don't mess with me now, I don't have the time."
Donna meekly went into the small toilet room with the toothbrush, and stripped completely. She was too exhausted to fight this women right now, and her clothes were dirty anyway. She brushed her teeth several times, to get rid of the vomit taste, and took a short much needed shower.
When she came out of the small bathroom she was completely naked, and held her dirty clothes and shoes in her hand. Her mouth felt clean again, and the shower had helped clearing her mind.
"Throw them in that basket, the cleaning lady will take care of them. You can pick them up next week or so." Rebecca told her. "Now come here and sit."
Donna sat down as instructed in front of the dressing table. Rebecca looked at her, rubbed her naked skin, shoulders, and went through her wet hair, as if to get a good feel of her.
"Ok, you just sit still as I fix you up. I laid out some new clothing for you which I think will fit you just right. And when you're dressed we go back again. Ok, Cutty?"
Donna looked at Rebecca through the mirror and nodded. She looked at herself and saw the mess she was in. Her make up completely ruined, her hair wet, and she was still a bit shaky. She looked at Rebecca while she started with her. She was curious what was going on with this lady from her neighborhood.
Rebecca was dressed in her red slutty outfit. It consisted of red shiny plateau shoes, "How can she walk in those shoes?", red stockings, fine mazed fishnet stocking, as Donna noticed now she saw them close up, a red jeans cut obscenely short, almost showing her pussy lips, of course shaven bold, and showing way too much ass.
"She has a tattoo above her ass crack too," Donna noticed as Rebecca turned to pick up some stuff from the bed. The tattoo was a black arrow like symbol, pointing down towards her ass split.
"She has a beautiful figure," Donna noticed as she looked at her waist, with its flat trained belly. "How old would she be? 40, 45? She looks like a 35, amazing."
"Hold still Cutty, okay?" Rebecca said as she sat on Donna's lap to do her face. She had just finished with her hair.
"Ok, Rebecca." Donna replied. She enjoyed the moments to herself. It made her come at ease.
"Don't call me Rebecca, call me red pussycat. It's my stage name. Nobody here calls me Rebecca."
"Ok... red pussycat," Donna said somewhat uncomfortable.
"Figures, she is now at 'work' obviously," Donna explained it to herself. Having Rebecca's face so close to hers made it easy for Donna to observe her more closely.
Rebecca's face was made up with beige rouge, her eyebrows where shaved off completely, and instead she had painted fake ones. Higher, thus enlarging the appearance of her large eyes. Her big dark-brown eyes were beautiful. Feisty. Light Red eye shadow above her eyes made them come out even better. "She could drive man nuts with those seducing eyes," Donna thought. "And she probably does very often."
She had a small sharp nose. Her cheeks were round, giving her face a round appearance. The mascara hid the wrinkles from her age perfectly. Her face alone already looked like one of a twenty-something girl. Her lips were thick and she had a very bright, whorish red lipstick on them. Given her overall light color of her face it made her lips and eyes come out very sharp, forceful, hot.
Donna looked at Rebecca's black hair, cut in a short bob, just halfway her ears. "Probably to make her look younger." It was also very similar to her own haircut.