Cat-Katie-Kitten Ch. 05- Dance Kit

"What?" Katie blurted out. "Pole dancing? Like a stripper? Or is that some 'Savvy-ism' for a gang bang?"

"Ree-lax," Savvy dismissed the surprise in her voice with a casual wave of a gloved hand. "Not like we're goin' on stage to git naked fer a'bunch a business fellas an' frat boys ta stuff our panties fulla dollar bills. Least not right away. I wonder if that's the final?"

"Savvy!" Kate protested, trying to remember if her contract with the lab contained a morals clause or not.

"Oh hush. It's a six week beginner class put on by a friend a'mine. Mondays and Thursdays hangin' with bored housewives lookin' ta spice things up in tha bedroom. Maybe a coupla' baby dancers gettin' some pointers. Suppose ta be a real good workout."

"A friend of yours?" Kate tried to settle in for the ride, letting the wind ruffle her long blond hair. While not her first time in Maybelle, this time Savvy drove the convertible out of the garage and both of them stayed dressed. "You know some interesting people."

"Ah know yew," Savvy agreed with her cheeriest smile, scooting the hot pink car through city traffic as if qualifying. "'Berry's a sweetheart."

"Barry? Sounds like a guy with a porn 'stache who WOULD teach pole dancing."

"Naw naw sweetie," Savvy laughed. "Its short fer 'Strawberry'. And she's about as far from bein' a guy as yew can git. Yew'll like her, Ah promise. Started strippin' ta git through school. Now she's a financial adviser but teaches the class jes'ta keep in shape."

They zipped through traffic and made it to the studio only a few minutes late once they pulled a cover over Maybelle. The class consisted of around a dozen women of various sizes and ages wearing tight tops and shorts, two assistants and the instructor gathered at the front of a number of poles spaced around the room.

"Strawberry!" Savvy called out, waving the minute the two of them walked in, interrupting conversation.

"Savvy!" the absolutely stunning redheaded instructor called out joyfully, crossing the room to sweep the belle from her feet in an enthusiastic hug. Standing a bit shorter than Jerry, she possessed a figure that would make her millions of dollars if she did porn and hid very little of it in her dancing outfit. "So glad you finally made it!"

"The timin' worked out this go-round." She returned the hug with equal fierceness until the taller woman set her down and they exchanged air kisses. "And I found a new special friend who's a bit more inta doin' 'bottom ta top' exercise."

"Meaning she doesn't get all of her workouts in the bedroom," Strawberry said with a perceptive smile. Katie didn't miss that her hand slipped down and gave Savvy's ass a familiar caress.

"Well, not ALWAYS in tha bedroom," she replied, taking Katie's hand. "Lotta workouts in the living room, kitchen, garage, bathroom...jes'cause mah faverit cardio is ridin' dick don't mean Ah cain't branch out. Katie Kitty, this is mah friend Strawberry. 'Berry, this is Katie."

"Hello Katie. It's a pleasure to meet you," Strawberry took Katie's other hand and squeezed it lightly in greeting. "Thank you for joining us today. Are you ready to join the class?"

"Sorry about that, ladies," Strawberry said, disentangling herself from Katie and Savvy and leading them back to the group. "Just goes to show, you bug someone enough, they'll actually do what you ask them to do. Unless you're married and then you might as well give up and do for yourself."

The late arrivals set down their workout bags against the wall and joined the group, Savvy greeting a few people she knew on the way. The tall redhead resumed her place at the front of the class where several large pictures of various clothed pole dancers hung on the mirrored wall.

"Welcome ladies to Basic Pole Dancing for Fitness," she said with a big welcoming grin. "In case you misread the flyer, that's 'pole' as in 'stripper pole' and not 'Polish'. Those classes are in a completely different annex and the instructor's name is Zazanna. My given name is Cassandra, but I prefer everyone call me 'Strawberry'. With me today are my assistants Mariko and Nancy."

She paused and asked everyone to introduce themselves, smiling and complimenting each woman in turn on clothing, hair, name- anything she chose to latch onto. Kate immediately recognized the technique she used, memorizing names and faces by putting in a memory trigger for herself- a good strategy that she herself used when meeting large outside groups at the lab. When they finished, she found that she too could easily put a name to each person too.

"Though Pole Dancing may be best associated with strip clubs," Strawberry continued, indicating a photo of herself wrapped around a pole on stage. "It started out as an attraction in 'Little Egypt' travelling sideshows as far back as the 1890s with and wasn't really considered a staple of stripping until the 1960s. And yes, that is a picture of me on stage in 2005 when I worked at the Skin Gentleman's Club as a featured performer to pay for college. If any of you, or your boyfriends at the time, were regulars, you've probably seen me naked."

Many of the ladies laughed. Savvy nudged her with an elbow and nodded, though Katie already suspected a bit more than sightseeing in their shared past.

"For those of you worried about having to get naked in this class, don't be. No one will take their clothes off for the things we're going to show you. Sorry Nancy." Strawberry smiled sweetly at her assistant, a small and slender brunette who sagged with visible sadness, pouting dramatically.

"We'll start out with ten very basic moves and, once you all master those, then move on to more complicated positions. We'll also talk about how to choreograph a routine for exercising, as well as one for the bedroom because, let's face it, if your man (or woman) isn't turned on by your dancing, they're probably dead. But more importantly YOU will love your body." That got another chuckle from the audience.

"Make no mistake ladies," Strawberry cautioned, moving towards one pole. "Pole dancing may be titillating to watch, and under the right circumstances, downright erotic, but it's a whole-body workout, especially your core and upper body. You'll support your own body weight with your arms a lot. We're going to work on your balance, coordination, stamina and arms. Mariko there may look like a fairy princess, but she's got guns that weightlifters envy." The willowy thin assistant nodded, then flexed into a bodybuilder pose, showing off her bare arms. "If you don't leave here sore all over, you haven't worked hard enough. You'll be tired, but you'll feel great! And if you do leave sore, I use a great massage therapist who will come to your home so when you're a puddle on the floor after she's done with you, you don't need to worry about driving anywhere.

"Now then, lets check out a demonstration of the first ten movements we're going to work on, and then we'll get started with some stretching before we break into smaller groups and try it ourselves?"

Strawberry then took the time to discuss the ten most common positions and movements used in a pole routine. She either demonstrated it herself, or one of her assistants mounted the pole as a live example of how to do it correctly. In review, she mounted the pole and did all ten in order, sliding down to the end to applause.

The group spread out to stretch, following Mariko's guidance through a very basic routine. Strawberry and Nancy roamed through the group, correcting stances and helping put a little more effort into the movements where needed. Katie, who somehow ended up at the back of the group, could follow both women prowling (No other word would do.), providing innocent assistance to some and familiar intimate caresses to others. She caught Strawberry fondling Savvy's thigh and blushed when the redhead turned and winked at her, then whispered something to Savvy who nodded in response.

When the class broke into smaller groups of five to an instructor and gathered around a pole. Katie gravitated toward Savvy and joined with a green-haired girl named Candi, a quiet Hispanic woman her own age called Maya, and Kalamity, who dressed a little like a hooker cowgirl. From what she'd already learned, Candi and Kalamity (Whose real name turned out to be Jane.) already worked as exotic dancers and took the class so they could move to better clubs. Not really caring about the sexuality aspects, Maya took the class to try something new to increase her parkour skills.

Kate, who already enjoyed an active exercise routine, did well enough to appear comfortable with the others. Savvy not so much, though she kept at it and made as many sexual jokes about pole handling as possible when she struggled. But with Strawberry minding their group and the two dancers providing additional support, she started to get the hang of the exercises. She would indeed suffer all-body soreness in the morning.

Following her turn at attempting a Basic Invert, Kate stepped off to get some water and catch her breath.

"How are you doing?" Strawberry asked, following after her.

"Alright," Kate replied, reaching into her bag for a scrunchie to tie up her hair. She fumbled with it, trying to flex the ache out of her hands. "It's certainly more of a workout than I expected. You make it appear so effortless."

"That's from years of practice on the stage." The tall redhead took the scrunchie from her hands and walked around behind her to help. "Before it became an actual exercise craze."

"And you kept up with it even after..." Katie relaxed and let the other woman tie up her hair, trying not to enjoy the grasp of strong feminine hands pulling on it too much.

"I got a patron who helped me through school and made sure I got a good job," Strawberry told her, still holding tightly to the ponytail though she finished putting her hair up. "He asked me to keep it up and teach others. I enjoy doing that for him."

"Nice guy," Katie agreed, aware of the hand now brushing against the back of her neck. She bit her lip to stifle a moan when the teacher's grip tightened ever-so-slightly on the back of her neck.

"Oh, he is! Maybe you'll get to meet him one day." They shared a short pause observing the others going through their basics. "She introduced you as a 'special friend'. In our circles, that's usually code for someone who we've had sex with who is hoping to expand her circle, did she tell you that?"

"No," she confessed with a blush she hoped the other students assumed was the flush of effort. "But I've been with her and her husband recently."

"That Jerry is a great fuck, isn't he?" Katie nodded, trying not to notice the creeping wetness growing between her legs. She didn't have much luck. Strawberry smelled so good and so close. "Can you stay late tonight? I'd like to get to know you a bit better. And reacquaint Savvy with a few Rules."

"Stay? Yes, for a bit."

"Excellent! Do you consider yourself a Top or a Bottom?" One hand and slid down Katie's back, very close to her butt and she started to squirm. Her nipples felt like they could cut through her sport bra and top.

"Switch. I've recently become more of a domme at home than I wanted to and I'm okay with it, but it's not really fulfilling. Savvy took control the day we met and... and I really enjoyed it. She calls me Kitty when I'm her sub."

"'Kitty'? I like it. It does feel good to let go and let someone else take the leash, doesn't it?"

Katie nodded, not trusting her voice and desperate for the water bottle in her bag.

"Try 'Yes Mistress'," Strawberry prompted.

"Yes Mistress."

"Good Kitty." She gave one last tug on the long ponytail, then walked past her towards the class once more "Excellent work ladies! Katie and I agree that everyone looks like they are doing well enough now that we should break up and work a bit more individually now! Everyone spread out and find a pole!"

For the last half hour of the class, Strawberry led them through a series of drills where she would outline a set of climbs, spins, slides and floor work and then lead them through it. Quite similar to a 'standard' exercise class, she led by example, though would regularly pause to point out something that someone did correctly, experimented with, or went wrong and how to fix it. They ended by doing more general stretching to cool down their sore muscles.

"Good job tonight ladies," the instructor wrapped up, rolling up out of a deep standing toe touch to a standing position. "Practice if you can at home but take it easy! You've all got the handout on making sure your pole is properly installed and I can put you in contact with a couple of good handy-people if you need help with that. Don't forget to sign up for the Facebook group in case I need to let you all know if class cancels for any reason. Anyone have any questions?"

"I've got one," asked Joyce, a dark-skinned beauty with a head of long, tight braids that brushed her generous booty. "If we're doing the same moves over and over, does it matter what music we got playing?"

"Absolutely! Dancing is all about helping you to reclaim your body, your sexual power and your freedom. Nothing helps you express who YOU are better than your music! And how you dance to music helps you express not only your mood but helps connect any audience to you and the emotions you are trying to express. Watch-"

Strawberry got up and scanned the playlist on her phone, pulling up Elvis singing 'Blue Suede Shoes' at random and starting it playing. Returning the phone to the speaker cradle, she went through the same routine of basic moves they started the session off with. The display of skill utterly divorced from the music, ignoring it for no part of anything but background noise. When the song ended, she'd already been on the ground for the last few bars.

"There we go. Our Basic Moves with music playing. Not real interesting, was it? Didn't really draw you in." She waited until she got nods from everyone including Joyce then brought up a different song. "Let's now check out Nancy with something a little more 'strip club'-ish."

To Motley Crue's 'Girls, Girls, Girls', Nancy did the exact same routine once before the song got to the halfway point and immediately started it again, adding some new moves in as she went. She spun, climbed and dropped almost entirely in time to the music- quickly and with big energy. By the time the song ended, she panted heavily but wore a big sexy grin, basking in the attention and applause.

"Now, even with the bare Basics, that was EXCITING and SEXY and you could sense how into it she got, right?" Another chorus of agreement. "On the other hand, Mariko likes to take it slow."

Tall and thin, Mariko approached the pole gracefully, treating it more like a partner than a simple shaft of metal rising from the floor. While James Blunt crooned 'You're Beautiful' through Strawberry's phone speaker, she once more repeated the Basics, but almost in slow motion by comparison. If not for the information that she used the exact same movements in the same order, she performed as if on a ballet stage. Her final slide to the floor ended at the exact moment the song ended. She stepped away, curtsied politely with her Mona Lisa's secret smile gracing her thin lips.

"Wow." Strawberry led the applause and Katie fully agreed. Mariko gave a breathtaking performance that truly matched the music selected. "And there we saw an example of grace and sensuality in a dance without being 'too sexy'. If you take nothing else out of class today, take that. Well done!"

Everyone gravitated toward their bags, excitedly discussing what they had already learned and the performances of the two assistants at the end. Katie went for her bag alongside Savvy, chatting with Maya about applying pole skills to parkour.

"Don't forget to practice ladies! Do the floor exercises in the handouts!" Strawberry wove among the group, adding compliments on the effort everyone put in that night. "And if you have a pole at home, don't be afraid to experiment. Screw up! Love anything your body reveals to you. Trust yourself and be wild!" That got excited whoops and yells from the women in response. Then the tall redhead took Savvy's wrist in hand.

"Savannah, Kate, do you mind staying a few extra minutes? I've got some handouts for you that you missed getting at the start of class."

Katie finally saw Savvy at a loss for words, licking her bright red lips in anticipation. She glanced at Katie, who nodded.

"Of course, Mist... Strawberry," she responded, barely catching herself in time. "Been a long time since we spent any quality time together."

The three of them spend some time chatting about the course, class days, and mundane 'getting reacquainted' things until Mariko shooed the last of their classmates out the door before her so Nancy could lock it behind them. Strawberry indicated they should get their bags, then led them to a room in the back filled with heavy rolled gym mats. Katie's heart pounded in her chest while the commanding redhead stared down at Savvy, who studiously studied the floor.

"You came in late." Strawberry stated plainly, hands on her hips.

"Yes Mistress," Savvy responded almost meekly, something unusual Katie had never experienced.

"You brought a 'special' friend with you." Katie felt oddly under a spotlight in the very plainly lit room. And how did she adopt such a submissive posture so FAST?

"Yes Mistress."

"You told me the code phrase, making me think she expected something special tonight."

"Yes Mistress." Savannah practically moaned her response, starting to twitch and resisting the urge to grab Katie's hand.

"Kitty, did Savannah tell you that we might want to enjoy you tonight?" Mistress Strawberry walked over to Katie, who suddenly didn't know what to do with her hands. Especially when the beautiful redhead reached under her shirt to intimately caress her belly.

"N-no Mistress," she made herself reply, aware that it stood a good chance of getting Savvy into deeper hot water. "But I don't mind the surprise. Really. It's Savvy- I think I should really come to expect it."

"That's sweet of you to say Kitty." Strawberry's warm hand went under her sports bra and grabbed Katie's breast. "But Savannah should have told you about the code before bringing you here. Shouldn't you, Savannah?"

"Yes Mistress," Savvy responded, clearly twitching in her own arousal. Mistress Strawberry squeezed Katie's tit firmly, then kissed her before pulling her hand free. It was a kiss of possession, not passion, making her head swim.

"Savannah will have to be punished Kitty. Take her shorts off please."

"Mistress?" Katie asked somewhat startled and a little drunk on the warm, heady kiss.

"Be a good girl and take Savannah's shorts off." Mistress Strawberry held out her hand for the leather flogger Nancy took out of one of the workout bags, testing it on her own hand. "She's obviously forgotten how to treat her 'special friends' and needs a reminder."

Turning to her lover, Katie found Savvy flushed with excitement and nodding encouragement. She approached and started fumbling with the buttons of the yellow and white shorts.

"It's ok," Savvy whispered, putting her hands on Katie's shoulders for balance. She worked the tight shorts over Savvy's generous hips and off her soft bottom, leaving her only in her panties. "Ah knew 'Berry would keep us late. She'll whip mah ass a little and we'll head home after she cuts us loose. Don't worry. Ah like it. Jerry's got a great hand for paddlin' mah ass raw."

"How late were they Nancy?" Mistress asked her assistant while Katie knelt to help Savvy step out of the shorts. She approached, running an appreciative hand over the tattooed backside of her former pet. Her hand snuck under the back of the silky panties and pulled up, forcing the fabric between the round globes and making Savvy stand on her tiptoes.