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The DST Agent, part 7 By: Malissa Madison I kept thinking to myself, "For someone who hates to write I sure picked the wrong damned job." It had been four days since the take down and we were still doing paperwork. Bravo team Four had gone back to their home base. But Two was still here helping to finish the paperwork, and make sure we didn't overlook anyone. "Hey warrant, you need a break. You've been pounding that typewriter all day," Linda called from the doorway. Sorry I'm almost done. Can you believe JAG wants me to justify landing on top of that freakin' car? Like oh yeah I had so many choices." I complained. Smiling she said, "I had to justify sinking a LAV4 six months ago. It was almost in Cuban waters." "I don't think it was the LAV they were worrying about," Jerome said. "Hey I recovered that 933 device, and no one was any the wiser." "933?" I asked. "You go in for your training next week," he told me. "But until you do, you know nothing about it, got it?" "Yeah but what is it? I've heard the term whispered here and there before." I really did want to know what it was? They drew the curtains before talking about it, and the rest of my team all filed in to give their support for me knowing ahead of time. It was one of those optional training electives in our files. "Knowing about it and how it operates won't get you promoted," Jerome warned. "But on the other hand it will come in handy if you get in trouble." "The H933, is a Man Pack Tactical Nuclear Device, with a Two Kiloton rating," Tawny continued. "The primary reason for our being trained on them is recovery. Yes you will know how to Arm and destroy one. But you have to know that to be able to disarm one." "Our primary mission as far as they are concerned is recovery, and accountability." "You say that like it's actually a real threat, losing one I mean." I said. "At present count there are still nine missing from our Arsenals. Next week you'll meet Nicolai, it isn't safe for him to travel a lot but he's a good guy. He works with NEST, he'll also give you the current count of how many the other side has lost. Thankfully no one has managed to successfully arm one." I let the subject drop, it was something I wasn't comfortable knowing too much about. I thought about dropping it as part of my optional training. "You know," reminded Linda changing the subject. "I never did get that interrogation you mentioned." I chuckled to myself as I put my signature at the bottom of my full report. Then started trying to figure out how to tell her she really wasn't my type, without hurting her feelings. She was too rugged, too eager, she reminded me of a guy trying too hard to be a girl. I was thinking of this, and the fact that she carried a Colt .45 in her purse. Not at all what you'd expect to find a woman carrying as an undercover piece. "I'm not really your type am I?" she asked startling me out my thoughts. "Umm, No not really, but I do like you. Just not in that way." I confessed. "Come on lets go have dinner at least and you can ask me all about Jerome. You won't be sorry, I promise. And I won't try anything either." "Sure, why not? Just let me get my purse," I said. "Tawny? We're going out for dinner." "Oh no you aren't girl. You haven't finished your report yet." She blinked as I handed it to her. "Oh well then in that case I think we'll join you, Lt Grey how about we treat you to the best bar food around?" I was trying to figure out what Tawny was up to, it was past two in the afternoon on, Monday? "How could it really be Monday?" I asked myself. "See the girl doesn't even know how long she's been compiling that report. "Who's up for hitting the Butterfly?" "What, it's closed on Monday's," I reminded her. "Sure but that's when we do our rehearsals on stage, and Franky knows enough to not say anything." She informed me. We ended up taking several different cars, and Linda rode with me since her car was an official military sedan. We'd just finished ordering when the General showed up with Stephie in tow. "I hope I'm not late," he said. "You haven't started the history lesson yet have you Major?" "No Sir, not yet. We just ordered dinner." Looking at me she winked. I found out that the DST's were only four years old. Bravo Six being the newest. Each one was under the control of a fully trained and qualified Delta Force coordinator, who was given assignments for the team. Tawny just smiled. "Why do you think all the C&C gear is in his apartment. It's the team headquarters." "Team Two had two Delta force personnel assigned. MSG Powers, and 1LT Grey." Said the General. "I detailed Powers to form another team of his own after Lt Grey had finished her transition." "Team Six has been in place here for two years. So far it's the only one that has more than two Trans Agents. It's also been the most successful team." He looked at Linda, "Sorry Grey just being honest." The joint chiefs had a real security problem. They gave me permission to form the Bravo teams however I saw fit. I went to the three people I knew best. It wasn't until they asked me how I felt about Trans gender's that I even considered their proposals. You see they'd all known about Stephen," looking at his daughter he said, "Sorry honey. Since before she started high school. But they kept her secrets. And I knew there was no way I could deny her the chance to prove herself. So I let them hand pick who they wanted." At first the joint chiefs didn't want to know anything. But after it came out that there were questions about certain members they sat down and listened. They can't change military policy without exposing the teams. But they can protect the teams in secrecy." "You get hurt, sick, etc. you pull that fancy little DST card. No one questions you, all copies of everything get sent to Walter Reed in a NTS/CA packet. If you're injured and unable to demand it you'll be Air lifted automatically." "There are less than thirty Bravo's, Warrant Madison. And only eight of those are Transgender," he said. "Congratulations, you are the military's newest secret weapon." He was smiling warmly at me. Tawny giggled, "Now you're entering the weapons development stage. You can go slow and natural or take the quick route like Linda." "What do you mean, quick route?" I asked. "You go in for surgery and we lose you as an operational asset for six months. Or you just go for breast implants and you're out for three. Or option three you let the hormones work and develop naturally like Mona and myself." She explained. "By surgery I take it you mean full reassignment, like a sex change?" "Exactly, but listen. Even if something happens you get exposed and they have to take you out of the service, you'll get the full op if you want it. that is if you're H933 qualified." "You sound like it's happened before," I said. "Teams three and five, the both lost their TG Agents, well on paper anyway. I'm sure you read about the two Navy fighter pilots." Mona added. I had read about them, they were even on the news. It was a huge scandal for the Navy. They'd been drummed out and had had the surgery and changed their names. And ceremoniously forgotten after the Navy sealed the records." I guess I looked a bit worried. "Don't sweat it Madison. We do things a lot differently now. There is absolutely no copies of your old records anywhere but in the safe in the office of the JCS. Not even the president knows who you were before, nor will he." Stated the General. Two men in black suits came wandering in through the back entrance. "General," they nodded their heads to him. Then one spoke into his collar, "All secure here, clear for the Eagle." The general stood up, and everyone else followed his example. "Please take a seat everyone." He wandered over and took a seat on one of the stage stools. "Interesting location for a club house," he smiled. "I love it. no one would ever think of looking here to find a ultra-top secret military unit that doesn't exist. So which of you was it that launched a personal glider from my Monument?" "That would be me Sir," I stood up to motioned back to my seat. He leaned forward and tossed a small envelope onto the table, "Courtesy of our friends at Langley," he said. "They just happened to have a satellite overhead. So they know where you landed. I like the way you recovered after caving in the roof of that car." "Thank you sir," I said unsure if it was the response he was looking for. "It took them three hours to form a response after the operator reported your touchdown. You'll probably read about the directors sudden retirement soon. You know I almost crapped my drawers when you narrowly avoided the jets engines. Why didn't you follow the river?" "There were PT Gun boats patrolling it watching for anyone coming in from BWI Sir." "I see why the General is so proud of his teams, and I am as equally proud of every one of you. Thank you from your Commander in Chief and your country." He stood up and left, the secret service agents following close behind. We partied a bit then the general said, "You better get some sleep, the After action review is at ten hundred hours tomorrow. Madison, be prepared to be second guessed and give a full report on that TNG you used. I doubt they've ever seen one used in that manner." I still had it in the trunk of my Car wondering how I was going to return it to Top Z. I heard Frankie at the front door, "Sorry Bars closed." "I'm expected, ask the General. Tell him it's the Z Monster." I gasped, he was here and obviously knew we were here as well. "Let him in Frankie, I asked him to drop by," said the general. He was wearing Civvies, but still carried himself like a First Sergeant. He nodded to everyone then sat down across from me. "Warrant Madison, Congratulations. I really didn't think you'd manage that flight," He said. "I called the General right after you left, I wanted to be sure you weren't working for the other side, sorry. And he said he knew what you were doing." Turning to Lt Grey he said, "How about I buy you a drink young lady. It's not often someone gets the drop on me in my own home." "Z, I asked you here for a reason," interrupted the general. "The 519th needs a new Command Sergeant Major. And I won't take no for an answer this time." "And what prey tell would I be doing there Sir?" "I need you to assume control and coordination of three of the Bravo teams that are working in the FORSCOM Area of responsibility. That includes USAREUR." "Why the 519th Sir?" "Lower profile. No one pays attention to Battalion level, but at FORSCOM level the press would be all over you. That's why I'm a lowly post commander, less notoriety." "When do you need my decision?" "By ten hundred tomorrow, in person. you can meet me at the ACS office. I'll leave your name on the list at the underground entrance. Just think it over, I can't give you any details before you decide, sorry. But for now just know that these are some of the people you'll have command of." He stood and said goodnight, "Stephie, I'm proud of you sweetheart." "I know you are Dad," they hugged and then he left. Looking at me top Z asked, "So is my glider still in one piece?" I actually laughed, "No its broken down and stored safely in its carry case in the trunk of my car. But no I didn't hurt it." How fast did you have to get up to before you could release from the tow rope?" he wanted to know. And everyone else laughed. "I ummm, actually jumped out the window at the top of the Monument, and almost got sucked into a jet engine crossing BWI's flight path." I told him. "How did you maintain lift for that long? That's like six miles." "Thirteen following US 1," I informed him. "But you get a lot of lift coming off the hot pavement. I actually gained about six hundred feet in altitude by the time I was over the target." "Then I think you've earned it, not many people would be suicidal enough to launch a tactical hang glider from three hundred feet then fly it over thirteen miles in the dark to hit a target like that. I saw the Austin by the way." He laughed. "Damn I would have loved to seen your face when that popped into view." The party broke up just before midnight, after the rest of Team Two had wandered in. team four had taken the MP Units so their involvement wasn't as big. Their team commander would be the only one in the AAR, (After Action Review). I woke up at my usual time, started my coffee and got dressed in my Fatigue pants and T-shirt, with my combat boots. And my canteen of water on my belt. I'd decided to go running without wearing my breast forms. My breasts were aching, I assumed it was from the surge of Hormones in my system. I reasoned that if anyone noticed I could just say, "hey don't be a snob. So I'm self-conscious about having small boobs, big deal." I did my pushups, sit-ups, and my other warm up exercises, then smiled as I spotted Stephie and Joanne rounding the corner into the parking lot. I fell in with then noticing Stephie was now wearing her uniform pants and combat boots as well. She asked if she could ride with me so it didn't look like she was getting preferential treatment. When we returned from our run the generals driver was there with her dress uniform on a hanger, and a duffle bag. Saluting he said, "Ma'am, I got your room assignment all arranged." And handed her a key. "Room 207, now that's luck. Wouldn't you say?" I asked her. "No that's Daddy trying to make sure I'm looked after," but she was smiling as I hefted her duffle bag over my shoulder. "Joanne, you need a ride later on?" I asked. "No thanks I'm actually covered. Besides I've heard all about your crazy driving." We all laughed. We stood in the outside office each of us going over each other's uniforms making sure we didn't make any mistakes. When they were ready we were lead to a large conference room. They hit the highlights of our reports, then they said, "It's rare that we get actual footage from one of these missions. We especially like this insertion technique." The lights dimmed and a projector started rolling with the time and date in the upper left corner. It showed me breaking into the monument, then a few minutes later the glider coming out the upper observation window at the top. "LT. Madison, why did you choose this location?" the film was paused. "It was far enough away from the target not to raise suspicion Sir," I answered. And the film resumed showing the rest of my flight to include my landing as well as my limping pulling the glider into the low underbrush. Then the film ended and the lights came back up. After everyone had a moment to let their eyes adjust it continued, "This Aerial insertion cost the military about two hundred dollars in damages to the monuments locks and other security. It is estimated that the damages to the vehicle at the LZ were in the range of twenty thousand dollars. All in all much less than anticipated. We won't be paying for the repairs to the Austin Healey." LT. Madison, LT. Noah step forward please." We looked at each other puzzled over the mistaken rank, By Order of the President you are both here by promoted to the rank of Second Lieutenant. I addition you are also here by awarded the Army Commendation Medal." Specialist Fenton, She hurried up next to us, you are here by Promoted to the rank of Sergeant, in addition you are awarded your second ARCOM. "Ladies," said the Commander of the Joint Chiefs, "Congratulations, and well done." We heard someone open the door behind us and even the JCS all rose to attention. He rolled his wheel chair along in front of us, eyeing each of us in turn. "So you are the new faces of the Militaries Secret Intelligence Corp." He rolled on down the line there was no mistaking the Five star cluster on each collar point. You are undoubtedly the least likely suspects. You have the ability to move in and around the units, as well as the civilian populace. I like the reports I've viewed. You're country though will have no idea how much you are sacrificing for them. So in advance I would like to thank you. He started at the end moving from one to next shaking our hands. From a little box in his lap he would take small coin shaped disc, pressing it into our hand as he shook it. when he was done he turned to us again. "The emblem in your hand is a special gift from me. Keep it safe, it's your ticket home if you ever get caught." We were all very confused, and clearly so to were the JCS. I looked at the Emblem in my hand, it was the old OSI identification disc. By its weight I guessed it must be made of real gold. I couldn't believe it, these discs had gotten more Agents killed than anything during the second world war. The only value they had was as a keepsake or melted down for the gold. I realized everyone else had made the same connection. But nothing was said. "Bravo teams Two and Six, you have two weeks down time. Then you will be contacted for new assignments. Dismissed." In the parking garage Stephie asked Tawny, "Major do you have any idea how much these coins are worth?" "Yes, your life if you are caught with one outside the United States." By her tone of voice I knew she was upset. "Look, when you get home you go to your safe deposit box and put that inside it. then when you're no longer doing this job, you take it out and go to a coin dealer and sell it for whatever you can get out of it. trust me that coin will get you killed." She let it drop, then said, "Hey it's a work night. Let's all go dance. I want to see our two newest Lt's shakin there ass on the stage." "Stephie honey," her father held out his hand for her coin, "I'll put that someplace safe for you. For now why don't you go have fun with your friends." "You mean it Daddy? You won't get mad if I go to the Butterfly while it's open?" she asked. "You're a big girl now. You deserve to have fun. Especially now that you don't have to pretend to be fifteen anymore. Just promise me you won't be doing any Lap Dancing, at least not tonight." She kissed him, "I promise Daddy, no lap dances." And she crossed her heart. He got into his staff car and left, "Come on girl, we gotta get outa these uniforms, I wanna Dance my ass off." And did little bump and grind. Giggling she said, "That Marine MP is totally checking you out." "No way, she's more interested in you jail bait." I informed her. Mona walked over the Female Marine, "My friend over there wants to know if you would like to get together later for a drink or something." "You mean the one who looks like a kid?" we could all hear the excitement in her voice. "We're kind of celebrating tonight, maybe you could stop in at the Butterfly after you get off. It's kind of like her initiation, and it would be her first time." "The Butterfly, on Fourteenth? I'll be there Ma'am." Her smile was really huge now. "Lance Corporal Evans will see you at the Butterfly tonight Lt." she informed stephie. On the way home she said, "I gotta stop at your Billets on the way. You have to sign for your SCUM. Linda didn't bother to get your signature and I want to keep track of it in our team's inventory." She told me over the next few weeks I'd be getting a lot of neat little perks that came with the job. But if she told me about them before they were made available she'd have to kill me, and we both laughed at the old worn out joke. We saw the General's personal car sitting next to the billets main door when we got there. The trunk was open and Jeanine was directing Jeffrey and Dave on what to take inside next. Smiling she rushed to the car before I was fully parked. "Oh Baby, today is so wonderful. You finally get to be the young woman you are." She helped her from the car, "Tomorrow after you wake up I will come to help you with the Hangover. Then we will decorate your Quarters." "Mommy, please. I'm a Lieutenant now." Stephie said blushing at the show of affection. "Yes there are some already here who have informed me that the little pink Teddy Bear is not Officer material." "What?" she rushed toward the car, the pulled the huge Teddy Bear out of the back seat. "Captain Kirk, don't listen to them. They're just jealous of you." She hugged the bear. "Dave, where are my Quarters?" Smiling he said, "Follow me Ma'am. Damn it's good to finally call you that instead of Brat." "Brat? You never called me a brat." Laughing he said "Oh we called you a lot of things, but only to maintain your cover." "Like what?" she looked between the two she was closest too. "Princess Stuck up too good for a normal high school," Dave offered. "Princess Brat." "What? I thought you guys liked me." She pouted. "That's why we had to play the game. You were the Generals precious teenage Daughter. Not an officer in the Army. We had to make you sound like a holy terror to all the other people who don't, and can't know the truth." "Now turn on the Bitchometer and tell us where to put this crap," Jeffrey said. "Before anyone notices." They both chuckled. As it turned out they'd actually been moving her stuff in for the last two days. What room was she in? 207, right next to mine. She giggled as she unlocked the adjoining door, then frowned because it was locked from the other side. I laughed and told her that was because I'd not liked the Captain who lived there before her. She followed me to my room and saw that I had actually used wedges in addition to the installed security locks. A single, field grade officer, Major or above would be assigned two rooms. So the adjoining doors were put in between every other pair of rooms. Mine had been covered over with an Oriental Mink Blanket with a Butterfly on it. I already knew where I would be moving it too. She giggled as she went through her closet and dresser, they had moved everything from her room at Quarters One, even her bed with the Tinker Bell sheets and comforter. Her mom had been busy and they were actually carrying up the last of her stuff when we got there. "So you have big plans for tonight, No?" her Mother asked. "I'm just going to hang out with Stephanie and friends tonight Mommy, honest." "Stephie, you are a Woman, no longer a little girl. You are an Officer in the Army, you should not call me Mommy." She smiled, "I am proud to be your Mother." "Yes Mo, Mother," she kissed her good bye. As her mother started down the steps she quickly said, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy." And stuck her tongue out at the young Lieutenant who was watching from his doorway. "So where are you going to?" she asked. "I have to go unlock a door, and remove some wedges. Then I'm going to take a Bubble bath and decide what I want to wear tonight," I informed her. Then walked to my room wiggling my ass as I went. I started the tub filling, and added Lavender scented bath oil beads. Then a huge helping of Mr Bubble, I just loved the way it wasn't affected by the bath oils. And the bubbles were so wonderfully soothing. After ten minutes of laying back relaxing with a wet wash cloth over my eyes she barged in. "Ok, which do you think I should wear? The double ruffles or the pleated Plaid?" sitting up I looked at her choices. "The Plaid, with that cute little white button down halter top, and a pair of Mary Jane's. And put your hair in double ponytails." "Why on earth would I want to wear that for?" "Two Words. Corporal Evans." I smiled and sank back into the tub. "Ok but you have to wear something like it too." and in my mind I could see her spin on her heels, her uniform skirt flaring out as she did a hip bump and sachet off to her own room. I sat up and began shaving my legs, then ten minutes later I shaved the thin hair on my arms and checked my arm pits. Looking in the mirror as I dried off I noticed an imperfection. I opened the medicine cabinet and took out the tweezers. Then plucked the almost invisible hair that was trying feebly to grow on my upper lip just under my nose. I picked out a pretty, very short double pleated Blue plaid Mini, a light blue sheer Halter top, a pair of three inch pumps. My light blue satin Bra and Panty set. Then sat down to start my makeup. Then realized how bad my nails looked. The enamel was chipped and the edges were rough from my recent activities. "Shit," I breathed aloud. "What is it?" she asked rushing into the room. "God look at my nails, they're a mess." Giggling she took out my nail polish remover and looked at it. "I'll be right back," and rushed off to her room. She came back carrying a huge makeup case. Then opened it up and took out a small bottle. "This is Non Acetone based it won't remove those French tips, just the polish now sit still and let Stephie Bear go to work. She removed all the old polish, then buffed down the edges. And finally she started painting them. Giggling she said, "you better hurry, that took longer than I thought."It was almost six, and I still had to do my hair and get dressed. I put on the wig cap, tucking my own hair up under it. then put on my clothes and shoes. Finally I touched up the glue around the front edge of the wig and put it on. After holding it in place for a few minutes I began to brush it out. Then I gathered it up into the ponytails tying it with long pieces of blue yarn. I heard her giggle behind me and looked up into the mirror to see her standing there looking almost like a carbon copy in pink. "Sorry I don't have any Mary Jane's" We grabbed our purses and headed for the car, passing several of the other single lieutenants on the way. We had to pass several more in the lobby and one almost whistled when he saw us. "Excuse me, are you ladies visiting someone?" "No Captain, we live here," she flashed her New ID card at Him. We got into my car hearing several others following us. "Looks like we're going to the club tonight," One said. "Yeah with Officers like that around who needs a local girl?" They were headed to their own cars, and I had to giggle. "Just wait till they don't see us tonight," I said. "I bet they Jack off in their showers," she laughed. "Your totally wanking material you know that right?" Laughing I said, "Just think two weeks ago I'd have said you were too young to know about that kind of thing." I parked behind the Butterfly and lead the way around to the front. "Why are we going in the front?" she asked. "It's your initiation, you have to walk in the front door." "OH," she giggled. "Stephanie, My god I almost didn't recognize you. Are you dancing tonight? Please say yes," Lisa said. "We'll see, but for now we'll take two White wines and a table by the stage." "Hey, young lady. Come back here. you aren't old enough to be in here." she said as Stephie wandered on into the bar area. I hurried and hooked my arm in hers, "Hey Frankie! Come here." "Sorry Hon', I can't let you bring her in here. she's under age." Stephie pouted, "And I thought being an Officer and a Lady was all I needed. I guess I better show my ID." She dug it out of her purse and put it in his hand. "What the hell? This looks really real for a fake." He said. "Frankie, trust me Dude it isn't fake. She really is Twenty One." Jerome vouched for her. He looked to the rest of us who nodded confirming it. Lisa get the ladies a drink on the house. he turned to us once again. "Stephanie will you be dancing tonight?" "Yeah, But I'll dance as Dawn though. But I think we might have a new competitor for Amateur night." Five minutes later Evans showed up and zeroed in on her. "I finagled the next two days off," she said smiling. The Amateurs would start at Nine, so I kissed her cheek and said, "Enjoy the show honey. I gotta find out when my first set is." Frankie had put me in line behind Tawny, and Mona behind me. "Ok, pick your music. You've earned it." I smiled as I flipped through his selection of songs. Finally I picked one and handed it to him. Keep that one handy," I said. "I plan on getting someone just drunk enough to get on stage tonight." Mona giggled seeing what I'd picked. As soon as Tawny came off stage I stepped out as Link said, "Miss Dawn, back to grace us once again." And the music began to play, I found myself singing along as I wiggled and danced to the music. "School's Out for Summer," I pulled loose the string at the back of my neck. "Schools out for Ever," I pulled loose the bottom whipping my top around, then draping it around the neck of a nerdy looking guy at the edge of the stage. I ended up sitting on heels, leaned all the way back my head touching the stage as I brought the soles of my heels together. "Oh My God," I heard Lisa gasp. I had my panty covered crotch inches from the guys nose now. "Frankie, Frankie get the damned camera." "What? Why?" "Dawn, she's doing the Fucking Butterfly. And oh my god she's laying her wings flat out." My knees fluttered open and closed several times, then slowly opened all the way to lay flat on the stage to either side. My heels staying together. The guy was leaning so far forward that when I snapped them closed he almost got caught between them, and a look of pure joy covered his face, as I fluttered my wings, the camera flashing a whole series of shots. The guy reached out with a shaking hand toward my crotch and I snapped my knees closed then slowly inched them open again letting them flutter wider and wider as he began to pull twenties out of the wad in his other hand. Finally he reached forward all the way and curled them into the front of my satin panties as I slowly closed my wings around his hand before letting it go. All the while keeping eye contact. Then I jumped up and danced around the stage scooping up the other tips that had been tossed onto the stage. Tawny and Mona stood there open mouthed staring at me, Beverly said "Shit it's been three years since anyone did the Butterfly Correctly, and here you do it like you've practiced it for years." Lisa pulled the money out of my panties and added it to what I had collected off the stage. "So what's the big deal? I did the Butterfly." "It's the Signature move of the first girl who ever danced on the stage. The place was named after her, Sorta." "Since Grace Thompson there have only been three others who could do it correctly." Frankie said. "The last one quit three years ago." "Uhh, Frankie?" Lisa said. "You count this I must be counting wrong." After a fast count he started over again, "Seven Fifty Five. That what you got too?" "Yeah, damn girl you just earned a spot on the wall of fame." "you're kidding right? Seven Fifty?" "Seven Fifty Five," they corrected. "And your picture beside the door outside. But don't do it again until the last set, that'll keep people in here longer." Mona came off stage, "Mona Frankie says he's going to put my picture up outside with yours and Tawny's." Smiling she kissed me, "Only if you teach us how to do that." she was serious. "But, he said he was going to." "Sister, we're on the right side of the door. All the Butterfly's are on the Left." I looked lost. "Ladies and Gentlemen, tell all your friends exclusively at the butterfly only will they see Butterfly Dawn." "Butterfly Dawn?" "Yes honey, you really are a Butterfly now." I seemed to float through the rest of my sets until it was amateur hour. It took three Boob Shots from Cpl Evans to get Stephie to relax enough to get on stage. She danced pretty good for an amateur, she even tried to do the butterfly but at the last second before her knees touched the stage her feet shot out in front of her. Her heel flying off spilling a table full of drinks. But I jumped up with her and we finished together. "Oh god I could have killed someone," she blurted out. God that's harder than it looks." "But you finished your set, that's what counts." Link came back stage after picking up her tips, "I think you nailed it Stephie." "How do you figure that? did you see how I fucked up that last stunt?" "You got a hundred eighty here, and since there's only two of you tonight and that chick didn't get but twenty three, In Ones, that makes you the winner." Frankie said. People were calling for her to come back out, and Lisa brought her shoe back to her. She looked at me and I could see something in her eyes. The whole bar was chanting Stephie Lynn. "Will you come out with me?" "Only if you agree to try the butterfly again. But we do it together. You won't slip this time I promise." "Ok, Ok, quiet down. I give you tonight's winner, dancing for her second time ever Stephie Lynn. She'll be dancing opposite Butterfly Dawn. I almost freaked out when the music that started was classical, "Flight of the Bumble bee." We ended up together our shoes sole to sole heel to heel just our toes touching as we lay back arching our chests upward our heads touching the stage. I felt her toes pressing hard against my own as we fluttered our wings together. Then finally a gasp in the dead silence from the audience as both our knees lay flat on the stage. There was cheering and we began fluttering our wings as bills began to float down around us. When the music ended we gently slowly closed our wings timing it to the last soft cord of the music. Then we grabbed hands and pulled ourselves upright, sharing a soft yet passionate kiss. Before we wheeled around and skipped off stage. "What?" We asked Frankie. He was standing there with his mouth open. "I've never ever seen a double Butterfly done like that. god it looked you were mating."