ALIAS: THE SEARCH FOR CHLOE SULLIVAN

ALIAS: THE SEARCH FOR CHLOE SULLIVAN
Sydney/Chloe Sullivan
RATED: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: I do not own ALIAS or SMALLVILLE. This is purely a work of fan fiction and it is non-profit.
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LOST AND FOUND (VOLUME ONE)

-- PROLOGUE -- STRIPPING TO FIND SULLIVAN

Sydney Bristow tried her best to think of other things as she removed the red lingere top from her bosom allowing it to drop to the floor, all the while keeping her two beautiful ass cheeks shaking in front of the audience yet still allowing it to remain in her matching thong. Behind all the music, she could hear the men shouting at the top of there lungs trying to get her to take off more and more. Of course, she wasn't...couldn't stop taking off her lingere. She had a job to keep and an audience to please. With a swift motion, she dropped to the floor revealing her well shaped breasts to the audience - her nipples were hard as a rock in the cold of the room. She sized up one of the male's in the audience and gave him a hard "I'm want to **** you" look, which he quickly took as a suggestion and ripped two twenties out of his pocket and lifted them in the air. Sydney crawled over to him, lifting her head slightly to tell him to bring them up higher, which he did. With her mouth, she took the money and turned around, climbing back up towards the pole spinning around it for a couple of seconds for flair then stopping, running her panties up and down it for a few seconds moaning ever so slighty as if she were getting off (in reality it was far from the truth). She dropped to the floor, knees joined and back to the audience so that her breasts were visible to the audience - her nipples poking out like spires to her viewers.
With another swift move, her hands were back on the pole, running up and down it like a giant cock feeling each and every inch of it, allowing her ass to come up higher and lower until the song had nearly reached its end. With a quick action, she removed her red panties and tossed them across the room at the bartender who caught it like it was second nature - really it was. She continued to shake her ass trying to keep her pussy protected from view, but it was short-lived as the song finally subsided. With an even quicker motion, Sydney quickly recovered her top and exited the stage just as everyone finished clapping.
Backstage, Roxy, a Tara Reid look alike was headed on stage following almost in the same beats as Sydney.
"Another great show," Roxy said almost at a whisper as she moved into her place behind the curtain. Sydney nodded and continued backstage entering the dressing room, where a few of the women were still actively changing. Her first instinct was to wonder what had happened to everyone else, but at this point she really knew better. Most were out in the dance floor area working the men, getting their money for drinks and lap dances...oh god, how she hated doing lap dances. Within the last two weeks she had done what felt like a hundred alone feeling the men in the club get instantly hard to her shaking her ass and tits in their faces. It was sickening, yet, she found herself feeling the cock run against her ass everytime she sat down on a gentlemen. She kicked the thought from her mind as she saw Gary, the club owner enter the room.
"Beth, another excellent show," Gary shouted across the room at her. Sydney nodded her head, keeping her cover actively in play. Before she knew, he was hovering over her back looking at her exposed breasts. "Beth, we need you to do a private show...a special private show."
"How much?" Sydney asked, pulling down a random unmatching bra from her private dresser.
"10 Grand for that tight ass of yours," Gary said, trying to reach down a squeeze a piece even though he knew better, but Sid moved forward stopping him from doing so. "But..."
"But what?" Sydney asked innocently enough.
"There will be another woman involved," Gary said forcibly.
"I'll do it," Sydney said, not even questioning the decision.
"Girl, you keep surprising me," Gary returned, running his hands through Sydney's hair. "Didn't know you ate the pussy."
"You'd be surprised," she whispered under her breath.
A part of her wanted to reach for her cigarette sitting on the counter, but she resisted.
"Five minutes and I'll come for you," Gary demanded. "Get sexy, Pussy Eater."
Sydney wanted to beat the ever loving **** out of Gary, but she held herself back as she quickly went through all her clothes. Without any effort, she found herself sliding on some leather boots that came up to her knee, a pink thong and a glittery top that revealed her nipples ever so slightly. To cover it a little, she pulled on a dress that still revealed the biggest portion of the bra and panties but she paid it no heed.
At four til, Gary emerged and tossed her a trench coat.
"Where are we going?" Sydney asked
With a quick motion, Gary slapped down a pair of handcuffs onto Sydney's wrists. Her gut instinct was to react and strike Gary, but she held herself back trying to react like Beth the stripper would. Instead of blocking and hitting, she opened her legs as if to say that Gary could **** her.
"Oh you are a naughty girl," Gary said grinning sizing up her ass cheeks. He had to kick himself a second as he put the blind fold on her.

Before she knew it, she stood within the confines of a private loft with the blind fold off. Gary, of course, stood behind her holding the handcuffs.
"Where are we?" Sydney asked, examining the surrouding. A huge window revealed that they were somewhere near a piper. So they had to be very close to the river....outskirts of the city.
"You want the money?" Gary asked, squeezing her ass cheeks. "Pussy Eater?"
Sydney nodded her head and was pushed forward by Gary into a private bedroom. The room was completely dark except for a well lite bed, where a young woman laid tied to the bed, her pussy and pink nipples exposed to the room's surrounding.
"Get down at the end of the bed and examine the pussy, you'll get instructions soon, Pussy Eater," Gary said, pushing her forward by her ass cheeks. Sydney did as instructed and looked at the pussy carefully, noticing the formerly blonde pussy hair shaven off on the very bed, where the woman laid. The spot, itself was wet but Sydney put her head there and focused on the pussy.
Behind her, she could hear heavy footsteps moving towards them.
"Pussy Eater, name suits you well," a booming male Russian voice said. "How well you eat it?"
"Well," Sydney said lying through her teeth. In fact, this was the first pussy she had seen besides her own.
"Meet Chloe's Pussy, she my *****," the Russian boomed half laughing. "She need woman's touch. So EAT."
Sydney turned her head back seeing the Russian for the first time and Gary standing beside him ready and waiting for the action to begin.
"EAT!" the Russian shouted!
Sydney moved her head in further, kissing Chloe's legs, licking her thighs, seeing the perfectly round ass cheeks that she had trying to focus on anything else. As the licks caressed her thighs, Chloe shifted hard as if fighting back but all Sydney could do was work her way towards Chloe's pussylips.