Olivia looked up at the neon sign on the outside of the building that read "The Realm of Desire" and nodded. This was the place alright.
Olivia entered the club, keeping a watchful eye out for Sara. She walked up to the bar and sat down just as the bartender, a brunette woman in her thirties with an eye patch, turned around. The bartender frowned at Olivia and said, "What are you doing up here? Didn't Ms. X tell you that drinks are only for customers and not employees?! You better get your sorry ass back to work before I - "
"Excuse me?!" Olivia shrieked indignantly, glaring the woman down.
The bartender paused for a minute, rubbing her good eye before looking back up at the woman in front of her. Her face immediately went redder than a tomato as she stammered, "S-sorry, Ma'am. It's just that you look exactly like..."
"'Like...'?" Olivia said, raising an eyebrow at the bartender's open sentence.
"N-never mind." The bartender replied before clearing her throat, "What can I get you?"
"Actually," Olivia said as looked over at the stage where a crowd of people were cheering on a naked woman dancing on stage with a surf board as a prop and improvised censor, "I was wondering if this place gave private shows."
"That's our bread and butter, Ma'am." The bartender said with a nod. "Who would you like? Adonis the King? David and His Goliath? Little Frank the Hot Geek?"
The woman momentarily drifted off with a dreamy, lust filled expression as a sliver a drool slid down her chin, her face going red for a completely different reason now as she muttered, "Mmm, Little Frank the Hot Geek. Now there's a guy I wanna just... Rawr."
"Actually, I'd like to request a dance from Sadie the Princess, please." Olivia said, weirded out by the bartender's fantasy.
"A woman asking for Sadie the Princess?" The bartender asked, shock in her voice. "I mean, it's not unheard of, but that's rarely the type of request we get."
"Well, I don't usually visit a place like this, so I wanted my first visit to be a memorable one." Olivia lied. Besides, what else was she going to say? That she came in here to find her long lost half-sister?
"Sadie's not cheep, so I hope you can pay for it." The bartender said as she sat her rag down, "You go to room sixteen down the hall and wait while I go get her for you."
Olivia nodded as the two women went their separate ways.
--
Sara sighed in annoyance as she eyed the outfit on the hanger; some unholy chimera between Leia's slave outfit from Star Wars, Jessica Rabbit's dress, and Jasmine's outfit from Aladdin.
The woman sat on the chair in her dressing room as she took another swig of whiskey. Why was she even doing this? Well, she knew why she was doing it, but she didn't know why. She had five master's degrees, for Pete's sake! She shouldn't be dancing and stripping for a bunch of idiots just to pay the bills!
"Hey, Sadie!" The bartender's voice boomed from the other side of the door, "You got another customer for a private show! Another woman this time!"
"Great..." Sara said sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she took another swig of whiskey. Hopefully she didn't have to sleep with this one.
Or, at the very least, she hoped this one didn't have some creepy fetish involving a diaper, jello, handcuffs, and a dog mask like that last woman had.
Sara shivered at the degrading memory.
"She's in room sixteen! You better not keep her waiting!" The bartender said. She then chuckled and said, "It's actually kind of funny. When I first saw her, I actually thought that she was you for a second. You look completely identical!"
"Ah, go drool over Little Frank's little frank, Misty!" Sara snapped in annoyance, getting a slight gratification from hearing the bartender, Misty, mutter to herself angrily as she stomped down the hall.
However, it wasn't until Sara dropped her robe and grabbed her "work outfit" off the hanger that she finally registered what Misty had said. This costumer looked exactly like her? To a point that one of her own coworkers mistook her for Sara?! That... Didn't sound possible.
Right?
--
Olivia sat patiently in the plush private room, awaiting the arrival of Sara. She wondered how Sara would react to seeing her own half-sister.
Come to think of it, she wondered what her half-sister even looked like.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door as the door opened, revealing "Sadie the Princess".
"Prepare to have your wildest dreams come true, peasant." Sara said as she sauntered into the room and shut the door behind her, "You may refer to me as Sadie the Prin-"
Sara's words died immediately on her tongue as she eyed Olivia, both women's eyes going wide as they realized that they did, in fact, look exactly like one another...
What happens next?
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