Her stage name was 'Angel' in both Russian and English the woman's name was much longer. She was preforming at a burlesque show downtown. Angle was superfit and tonned. Her high cheek bones, Porcelain white skin indicated that she was Ukrainian or Russian. Emily knew she was from one of the parts that Putin had invaded. Angel was pushing 30 and like a younger Katy Perry she had jet black hair. DD breasts and had had her share of surgery.
She had modeled her 'American gurl look' on the semi-famous singer. Perry had since gone blond and had a baby. Angel had remained with the look.
Angel 'vos styll hopping to make it in tyhe USA' according to social media profile. Emily sensed in Angel that this was a woman whose fate had been denied. She had come to America to be a signer, a model or an actress. Now she was an ageing stripper and part time model with a bunch of other Slavs coming from Serbia also posed a threat to Angel little kingdom as a stripper.
Emily needed her, Erica had some how beaten what was happening to them. She was supposed to be with child by now but her belly remained as flat and breasts were deflated. As Angel's breasts bounced in time to the music she was working the pole like pro, but Emily could smell the tiredness coming off her. She had slipped in the club by claiming that she was the daughter of one of the redhead strippers stage name: Ginger.
She had darkened her tone of hair from redgold to redbrown to look like Ginger's daughter. She sat in sandals, a patterns skirt and a blue top with a handbag. Her ID said she was 18 but she still looked closer to 16, it depended on the light and her face. She had done things with other men to get together her $5000 in cash. Emily was here to recruit Angel into her operation that she felt that she couldn't do alone. Melissa had been the first and the strongest of them. However what Erika had done to herself she had done to Mel and now Piper and Riley were bitches in heat.
Emily could get them together and ambush Erika but she needed someone who wasn't involved, yet. She had picked Angel. She would be easier to trick. After Angel had finished her set Emily got a horny and drunk guy named Karl grabbed Emily by the butt. She whirled on him snarling like a dog. Karl jumped back the girl's beautiful face had become like a human version of a Doberman ready to tear a chunk off of his face. Emily with a blur punched Karl in the balls, she could have used a baseball bat. He fell out of his chair and onto the ground in the fetal position.
"Next time pervert, I use my Mace." she then kicked him in the face.
"Security, that guy molested me, take him out back."
The black guard thinking her to be Ginger's daughter totally agreed.
She slipped past them to get into the backstage. Angel was nude examining her breasts in the lit mirror. They were Double Ds with nipples that were poking out as if stretched by the implants and a shave clit that she was examining.
"Quite a body you have." Emily said.
Angel spun covering her pussy with one hand and her breasts with another.
"Yuu filmyng mi?" she said in bad English.
'Vy govorite?" Emily asked if she spoke Russian.
Angel nodded, Emily then in halting Russian explained that she wanted to hire Angel for a special private show at a party.
"Nyet, no private parties no help."
Emily reached into her brown leather handbag and pulled out some kind potion with a nozzle at the end for spraying. Angel looked at it carefully. It was filled with a milky-white substance which was giving off a relaxing fragrance. Emily sprayed it into her clit and then drenched her over exposed nipples with it.
Angel collapsed to the ground like she was having a fit. Her breasts bounced and her limbs jerked as the contents penetrated her skin, her blood and then her brain. Steam rose of her body like as if she were on fire but physically she was fine. She reached in and pulled on a set of black bra and panties. They had a garter belt and much of the material was leather straps. With buckles, see through fabric with embroidered lace patterns that hid her clit and nipples.
"Feeling better?" Emily asked.
"Much, much better and so horny." she said in an accented voice that was largely understandable.
"Since you rejected my offer of $5000 I feel hurt and I should leave."
Angel rushed over her breasts wobbling, "Please no, I was being a bitchy woman. Please forgive me."
Angel was on her knees now hitching up Emily's skirt, exposing her panties.
"I give you a free show."
Angel exposed her pink panties and pushed them down to see a hairy ginger bush and searched with her tongue.
"Ah fucking Christ!" wailed Emily, her tongue was like Erika's dick in the stalls near gym class.
"You naughty Russian, OH GOD!" she felt Angel's hands unbuttoning her shirt and a hand touched her small breasts like an electric voltage to her nipples.
Both were semi naked and sweaty. Emily's panties had turned into a moist towel-et.
"You still want me at your party?" Angel asked.
"Fuck yes, pun intended." Emily grinned.
She was then hit by an urge to vomit, she projected her tuna and salad sandwich into the toilet. Bleary eyed she realized she was pregnant.