super knicker lady

super knicker lady = is a super hero who wears knickers and is a lady

she was the hired dancer for the party, 4 hours for $600. not a bad gig. she'd done a few, no big deal. just anther party and another night of dancing. a job she enjoyed. she got the gig from a male friend who had found out what she did and recommended her for this party. a blokes 40th. 

the dance floor was set up as she'd requested. wooden dance floor, slippery but not too much. a dance pole in the middle. on a stage away from the crowd.

the party was already in full swing though she had half an hour before she was due to start dancing, so she grabbed herself a vodka on ice and sipped, watching the crowd. her male friend was across the room sitting at a table with a handful of ladies and men. sharing a drink, a laugh, a story. he glimpsed over at her and she raised her glass in salute, then sipped and turned to watch others in the crowd. people were fascinating.

when her song regime started she got up and stood on the dance floor behind the pole. she started doing her thing, a mix between techno and exotic pole dancing. the first song had a fairly fast beat, though others were slow. fully dressed in black pants, black stilettos and a black hoodie with 3/4 sleeves, a fairly tight outfit but not jarringly so. people needed to see her body move - without seeing her goods.

the crowd had gone quiet a bit when she started moving. the women watched making sure it wasn't some gross overtly sexual dance that would piss them off. the men watching hoping it was some overtly sexual dance that would excite them. her friend watched here and there noting she was nice to watch. her moves were hot without being crass. he remembered dancing with her all those years ago. she was still as sensual now as she was then. she seemed lost in her own world. men and women got up to dance on the dance floor in front of her stage. after 2 hours she had half an hour break, time for another vodka on the rocks. then back to dancing for anther two hours. sometimes fast, sometimes slow. it was a long night but she loved it.

at the end of her shift she headed to her car. payment, music in handbag and stilettos in hand. now in comfy shoes. a man from the party came up behind her with two other mates behind him. he made some comments that let her know his intentions weren't good. she opened her car door to get in and they set upon her. two grabbing her, the third opening the back seat of her car and shoving her in. he was saying she was hot and he knew she wanted a piece of him while his mates jeered outside the vehicle. keeping watch. three couldn't fit in the back seat.

unbeknown to the man on her she carried an open switch blade on the car keys she was holding in her right hand. fumbling for the blade, she poked it into his groin and told him he needed to send his friends away. he panicked and snarled, realising she had him by the short and curlies. he could try and hit her or something but wasn't sure he wouldn't lose his member in the process. it wasn't meant to be a bloodshed thing. he told his friends to get lost and they began walking way, hesitantly. she told him he needed to get out of the car. he did so. she hopped out with knife in hand.

her male friend was now in between the other two men telling them the police had been called. the men left. seeing she had a knife he grinned and raised an eyebrow.

her friend walked up to her saying he thought he'd see her to her ca safely. she kissed him on the lips and he let her. then she thanked him and hopped in her car. as she drove away her heart was pumping and her knees were shaking. she'd warded them off. still that was a freaky situation she hoped would never happen again.