It will always be one of my most amazing memories, and among the most daring moments of my life.
I'd been stripping for over a year. At first it was in clubs, but increasingly I took private jobs for parties and individuals. A popular booking was girl-girl shows, and for that I partnered with my friend Erica. She wasn't my girlfriend, but we enjoyed a friendship with lesbian benefits both public and private. We didn't have to fake our affection.
So it was nothing unusual when we took a gig at one of the local university's sororities. It was the same university that my genius little sister had just started attending, but I didn't think anything of it. It was a sorority that had a reputation for being lesbian-oriented, and I knew for sure that Lucy was neither a lesbian nor interested in sororities.
At least, I had thought I knew those things.
As Erica and I took to the temporary stage and began to dance, one of the first audience faces I connected with was my sweet little sister's, frozen and wide-eyed.
Well, fuck.
But the show must go on, as they say, and I steeled myself to just keep going.
Erica and I had done this show a hundred times, and though we changed it up and improvised and sometimes got carried away, it was easy to just put myself on autopilot. My partner was in top erotic form, and she was wearing a perfume that reminded me of the nervous excitement of our earliest lesbian shows, so I had little trouble finding my groove...and Erica's.
When I glanced over during one of the hottest parts of the act, after we'd just switched from a passionate sixty-nine to the ass-to-ass double dildo finale, my sister was still watching but her expression had transformed from shock to cheering enthusiasm.
"Holy hell, Leah," said Lucy, as she cornered me after the show. "I had no idea you were stripping."
"I had no idea you'd be at a sorority party," I replied. "I hope I didn't embarrass you too much."
"I admit, I was shocked," my sister confided, "but not embarrassed."
"Does this mean you're a lesbian?" I asked. "Being here, I mean. I didn't know."
"Bi since last year," she said. "But I'm probably fooling myself about any lingering interest in men."
I laughed. "Yeah, I'm not going back."
"Is she your girlfriend?" my sister asked.
"No, Erica and I are just friends who work together," I answered before adding: "But sometimes we...let's just say we enjoy more rehearsal time than is strictly necessary."
My sister laughed at that.
"She is ridiculously hot," Lucy noted. "And wow, can she eat pussy!"
"Oh you saw that part?" I said, blushing in spite of myself.
"I think you were having too much fun to notice but you backed that ass up right in front of me for the 69," my sister said. "I never saw a close up like that before."
"Fuck, sorry," I said, almost crimson with embarrassment. "I made myself forget you were even in the room."
"Oh, don't be sorry," she said. "It was amazing."
There was a special lilt in her voice that put me at ease. Even though I'm the older sister, Lucy has always been the ultra-smart one and I sometimes felt inadequate compared to her talents. Her acceptance and praise mattered more than I cared to admit, and also yes, I was kind of proud of doing my job well.
"We're doing at least one more show later," I stated confidently.
"So this time I won't be there uninvited?" Lucy joked.
"Yes," I said, seizing on it. "Yes, you're totally invited. Front row seat if you want."
"Cool," said my little sister.
"So are you pledging to join the sorority?" I asked.
"Yeah, I don't think I'm the type, but I decided it was really important to my future plans," she answered. "The connections. The doors it opens and whatnot."
"That Andrea chick is the one who hired us," I said. "I don't know if she's the boss, but she is seriously alpha."
"Yeah, she's the president," my sister confirmed. "Making a good impression on her is important. She was undressing me with her eyes earlier, though, so I think she likes me well enough."
"It don't think there's anything wrong with using your sex appeal to get what you want," I said.
"Definitely," Lucy agreed. "I'm not the innocent some people think."
Across the room, I could see Andrea speaking with Erica and handing off an envelope, presumably payment. We'd already been paid when we showed up, so this must be something extra.
She cast her eyes around before spotting me and made a beeline across the large room.
"You," said Andrea, then spotted Lucy as well. "Oh, and you. Okay this is perfect."
I raised an eyebrow.
Andrea addressed me directly.
"What I want, instead of doing another show with Erica," said the president, "I want you to do a strip show with one of my pledges. I will pay you an extra $300."
"I'm okay with—" I began to say, but then noticed my sister gesturing frantically behind Andrea, her finger pointing back and forth between me and herself. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
"I want you to help this one," Andrea gestured back to Lucy. "Since I can see she's already taken an interest in you. And that can decide whether we let her into Lambda Epsilon Sigma."
For the second time in less than an hour, my little sister's sweet face was marred by shock. She instantly regained her composure as the sorority president turned to face her.
"Thanks for the opportunity," she said, putting on a brave face.
As much as it also shocked me to do a girl-girl show with my own sister, I knew getting into the sorority could mean so much to her future. I wasn't willing to be the reason she didn't succeed.
Moreover, Lucy couldn't raise the objection that the party stripper was her older sister. That would not make a good impression on these upper class sorority snobs.
It was a do or die moment for her.
This was also my field of expertise, and my pride wouldn't let me fail in my sister's eyes. More than anything though, my loyalty and love for my sister was foremost among my conflicted emotions.
"She'll do a great job," I said, confidently. "I can tell."
Lucy anxious expression barely softened but her eyes met mine.
"You can be ready in half an hour, I assume?" said Andrea, and left without waiting for an answer.
"What am I gonna do?" my sister asked, once we'd retreated to the side room that had been set aside for the performers. "What are we gonna do?"
But the answer was obvious.
The best strategy was the most daring one. The unthinkable one. There were many tricks to make the audience think they'd seen more than they'd really seen, but there wouldn't be time to teach my sister all the things I knew.
"Do you trust me?" I asked my sister.
Lucy nodded.
