Healing Virus

Recognizing the urgency in our voices, Bram came back into the room. I could hear his breathing become shallow as he concentrated on what we said. 

"I don't understand," he said. 

"That's okay. Neither do we," Rhys said. 

"Well, what is it?" Bram asked. "How can I help?"

"I'm about to heal him. My Noir virus is able to heal him, but I have no idea what is going to happen. Stay nearby, I guess. I don't know if it is going to tire me out."

"Of course," Bram nodded. He sat beside me. 

"Okay, I'm about to try again. Rhys, hold my hand again like you did before."

"Sure thing, Alex," he said with a smile. In two hands he held my right, and I closed my eyes. Again, I was able to tunnel inside his body while I sought out his illness. As I touched the tumors again, I could see that there were cells that I could set my virus onto.

As I did, a tiny black dot dripped upon the tumor and then surrounded it. Slowly, the liquid began to expand and then the virus entered the cells.  I didn't need to do anything beyond that, for now. I was too nervous to do it to them all at once. I had to back out. 

When I was fully in my body again, I watched Rhys. He began to get sleepy. 

"Maybe get Jenna," I whispered to Bram. He stood up and called for Jenna. She came trotting up the stairs and into the room. In the fastest most precise way possible, Bram explained to Jenna.

"Oh my god!" she shrieked. I waved to her to be quiet. After standing up I said, "Can you sit with him? I tried to help with just one."

"You can see them? There are hundreds aren't there?"

"I'm not sure. I think we should leave him alone for a little while and rest, but have you monitor his symptoms. I'll come back soon and if he's stable, I'll do more tumor killing."

"Well, wait. Where are you going?" Jenna asked. I glanced at Bram for a second. 

"We have a little ceremony we need to take care of."

"Did Rhys call the Rabbi?" 

"Actually, he didn't get a chance to yet. Do you know him?"

"Yes! I'll call from Rhys's phone." 

Bram and I watched as Jenna dialed and then began pacing. She was considerate of Rhys by whispering to the Rabbi. When she hung up, she gave us a half smile.

"He can be here in a couple of hours. Is that okay?"

"That's perfectly fine," said Bram. I could see how excited he was in his glittering sea-green irises despite his outwardly calm demeanor. 

Bram came over to me and we kissed. I giggled quietly. I moved my mouth to his ear.

"Normally, you'd have a bachelor party, right?"

"Um, yeah. Why?"

"Well, sometimes guys get exotic dancers. Let's see if I can be your bachelor party of one. Think we can get the group down at the club to clear out of there?"

"Oh, I'll make sure of it. Let's go ... unless you're feeling bad. Are you okay? You're not sick, are you?"

"Not at all. I want to dance for you."

"Alex," he said, biting his lip then gripped my hand. We walked down the stairs together and out into the darkness. When we got to the club with the blacked-out windows, we quickly walked inside. There were a few girls dancing and other ones drinking. 

"Oh!" a tall brunette said. She skipped over to Bram. "I'm Candy. I've heard all about you, 'big brother Bram.' We're supposed to make sure you're taken care of." Then she glanced at me. I smiled awkwardly. "I'm ... sorry. I didn't realize ... unless you're here for that too. We can dance for both of you."

"No, that's okay. I appreciate it. Truly, but there's something more that we would like to do. Can everyone clear out of here? I'll pay for your ride if you don't have a way back home," Bram said. 

"Lord, no. We are good. Thanks!" Candy rounded everyone up and they left. Luckily, there were not many customers there. 

After everyone had left, I glanced at the stage closest to us. I looked at Bram, feeling slightly shy. 

"Have you ever been to one of these places before?" I asked. Bram nodded.

"Not often but imagine being brothers with Rhys, Sandy, and Jonah. You see how wild they are."

"I understand. Don't feel bad. I've been to a few of them. I grew up around this with my dad."

"Right, Mr. Rosa." Bram shook his head in slight disgust. 

"Yeah, but it's okay. Obviously, my past was building me up for this moment with you." Bram chuckled and shrugged.

"Yeah, alright."

"I'm going to check around. Sometimes there are outfits out back."

I didn't want to tell Bram, but I had done a few amateur nights before in Vegas. To be a dancer in Vegas meant you had to be top notch and I did okay, but I was too young to be an acrobat like at the Cheetah.

I went through a few contests, won some money, but of course my dad promptly took my winnings to go spend at the casinos next door. That put an end to that career and probably for the better anyway. I was happy to do this for one man the rest of my life. 

I walked to the dressing room. I found that there were plenty of outfits on hangers that were cleaned and pressed. I'd never seen a place this high class. The placed I had been before had women trading sweaty one another for outfits between sets. 

After I found a stretchy white outfit that zipped in the front, I pulled it on. I pulled a tiny white pleated skirt over it. I searched for some stilettos to match. I couldn't believe I found size eights. For the final touch, I threw on some white thigh-highs and a garter. 

I pulled my hair up and searched for a way to create a playlist using in internet station. After putting on a mix of Deadmau5 I came out from the dressing room. I walked up the stairs to the stage. The black lights were shining down on me as I slowly slid toward the pole. Bram was sitting on one of the more comfortable chairs that should be used for lap dances. He wasn't in the ogling seat right on top of the stage.

I hadn't worn heels like this in a while, but I felt confident in them. I wrapped my hand around the pole and held my heel to the bottom. I spun myself around in a basic circle and then hopped up, with both legs off the ground, circling the pole. 

Then I lowered myself for some floor work. I straddled the ground on my knees and bent backwards, running my hands from my knees up my waist to my chest. I could see my nipples were hard in this outfit. I loved the way the zipper felt against my long nails. 

I laid on my back and kicked my heels together, rotating each of my calves around and then kicking again. I slid all the way on my back and then got back up with my torso facing upward, my legs and arms suspending me. I rose to my feet but then gripped the pole and slid down it, my back against it, crouching.

My hands slid down my thighs and I pulled up the skirt showing the tight fit on the zipped white suit. The crotch was barely fitting over me so when I flashed him, it was almost like having nothing on. 

I ran my hands up and down, my thighs still in a crouch then I got on my hands and knees crawling. Bram immediately stood up and came closer to me. 

"I'm getting married later and my buddies here dared me to come up to you."

"Oh, I'm glad you came up," I shouted as the music got louder.

He pulled out money and waved it to me. I smiled and pulled the garter belt aside. He was shaking as he put the money in the lacey garter.

I could see his eyes scanning every inch of my body, the tiny white particles that stuck to his pants lighting him up. His white tank top was glowing with me, and I smiled at him. He smiled back. I could see one of his teeth didn't light up.

"Is that a composite dental job, sir?" I asked. He grinned at me and nodded. 

"How'd you know?"

"I'm a dental hygienist during my day job," I said. We both cracked up but then remained in character. He cleared his throat.

"Lucrative job, right?"

"Oh, not enough to put me through school to get my master's." We both had to cover our mouths to not die laughing about that stereotype.

"Well, how about a lap dance?" he asked. 

"VIP room or out here?"

"Let's start out here."

"I'll be right there."

Bram backed up, never turning around. I rushed to him as he reached for his seat, and I helped sit him down. Once he was seated, I came very close to him and pushed my cleavage toward him to unzip me. He nervously reached up to the shiny black zipper. With the release of each tooth, my breasts pushed the suit open more. 

As I climbed on him, I pressed my half-exposed tits to his face. He leaned back and I grabbed his head and pushed my breasts closer to his face. Then I moved back and turned around. I slightly lifted my skirt running my nails along the side of my ass. 

Ever so slightly, I pressed myself against his lap. I could feel how hard he was against me, and I gave him slightly more pressure. Then I stretched myself back holding him behind his head so he could run his hands up my waist and chest. 

"Fuck, Alex," he breathed. I smiled at how beautiful my name sounded coming from his expectant lips. I rubbed my ass on him again, applying even more pressure. I couldn't decide if I wanted him to climax out here or in the VIP room with me. 

"So," I began, breathing harder. 

"What?"

His breaths matched mine, skipping against me.  He moved his mouth to my neck and began to kiss it. 

"I think we should move this to the back."

"Why?" 

"Because I want to make you come and it may be more difficult to do out here."

"No, it won't," he said with a mischievous smile.