Daisy's Rivalry (F/F)

[TheBellyGirl]

Sitting in front of the mirror in the dressing room of the club, Daisy carefully ran her fingers once more through her lightly curled brown hair, her long silver press-on nails gliding through the strands, before she stood and examined her reflection in the mirror. The young brunette had on one of her favorite outfits, a hot pink bodysuit adorned with silver rhinestones; the top was cut like a revealing bikini, with the two skimpy triangles of fabric held together between Daisy's large, perky breasts with a silver metal ring. The fabric barely containing her breasts ran down on either side of her stomach, attached to the bikini-like bottom of the bodysuit with more metal rings resting on her hips. The cut left the entirety of Daisy's flat yet soft stomach exposed through the large oval-diamond center of the bodysuit.

The brunette smirked, pleased by her reflection, as she slipped on her silver stiletto heels which easily added five inches to her otherwise petite height of 5'2". Daisy had been hired to service a high-paying client who had requested a dancer who could bellydance and place significant focus on the midriff, which Daisy was more than happy to oblige for the price. From her dressing room table she grabbed a pair of silver hoop earrings and slipped them on quickly, followed by a large silver faux-gem shaped like an oval. Daisy carefully slotted the gem into the deep circular divot of her navel, which stretched and folded around the edge of the jewel to accommodate the shape.

Daisy turned on her heel and strutted towards the exit of the dressing room; just as she swung open the door and placed one stiletto outside, she felt a fist slam into her soft, unprotected stomach, driving the air from her lungs. As she gasped in shock, arms wrapped around her breasts and stomach and dragged her backwards into a closet across the hall from the dressing room.

For a moment there was total darkness as the closet door slammed shut, before a lightbulb flickered on, its dim light illuminating the rather small space of the closet, which was empty save for Daisy and her kidnapper. "H-Hey-" she gasped, breaking off with another pained groan as the thick, chunky cube of a wedged heel slammed down into the center of her belly. In the light of the bulb, Daisy could see that her attacker was Pearl, a slightly older and marginally-less-attractive dancer who also worked at the club. Pearl was a bit slimmer than Daisy and a few inches taller, with far smaller breasts and narrower hips that nevertheless were exposed in a gold rhinestoned bikini set. Pearl's dirty-blonde hair was done up in much tighter, less authentic curls than Daisy's, and unlike the natural makeup Daisy had applied, Pearl's was a bit more trashy.

Glaring up at her rival, Daisy gasped for breath again and opened her mouth to curse out the other dancer, only for Pearl to smirk and crouch down, jamming her knee into Daisy's soft midriff. As the brunette opened her mouth to groan loudly, the sound was quickly muffled by the balled-up dancing scarf Pearl shoved into her mouth. "Nnnngh," Daisy protested breathlessly as Pearl rolled her onto her throbbing stomach and wrenched Daisy's arms behind her back, tying them tightly together with a much longer scarf.

"Oh shut up, no one can hear you," Pearl said, rolling Daisy onto her side. The other dancer grabbed Daisy's legs and bent them, pulling until her ankles were directly behind Daisy's ass. She moaned softly with discomfort as Pearl bound her ankles together, then tied her bound wrists and ankles together in a hogtie, leaving Daisy stretched out uncomfortably on the ground with her midriff arched slightly up as her arms and legs were restrained too-tightly behind her. Then she tightened another scarf through Daisy's mouth in a cleave gag, securing the wadded-up scarf blocking up her mouth.

"You think you're hot shit around here, don't you?" Pearl asked, smirking with satisfaction once Daisy was immobile in front of her. She pressed down hard on Daisy's lower belly just beneath her navel, smirking when her finger easily sank in several inches. "Bet all those clients wouldn't think you're so great if they knew how weak your stomach is. Or maybe they're into sluts with pathetic abs, who knows."

"Phmmmnnph!" Daisy exclaimed into her gag, glaring up at Pearl. She tried to squirm but quickly stilled, gasping slightly from the pain of the restraint she was in. She undulated her belly as Pearl reached for her midriff, trying desperately to tense her muscles, but Pearl merely spread the rim of Daisy's navel taut, sliding her long manicured nails inside and underneath the gem, poking the soft, sensitive bottom of Daisy's innie as she pulled out the silver jewel.

"Can't have that in the way," Pearl said, tossing the gem aside. She reached for the small gold clasped purse that Daisy hadn't noticed in the corner of the closet as the said, "See, I'll be the one seeing that high-rolling client in a few minutes. The favoritism you get with the client assignments here is unreal, you don't fucking deserve it. But it's not enough for you to be stuck in here the rest of the night." Pearl opened the clasp on the purse and reached in with a devious smirk. "There's no way you'll get free on your own, and even if you scream loud enough for someone to hear you, I've figured out how to make sure you're properly humiliated." She pulled her hand out of the purse and pinched tightly between two fingers was a squirming, wriggling cockroach.

Daisy's eyes widened. "Ummmph!" she exclaimed, trying to jerk away as Pearl teasingly waved the cockroach towards her. Its legs twitched in the air like it was trying to scurry away, and its antennae were waving wildly. The thing was at least an inch and a half long, and Daisy shuddered as Pearl pushed it dangerously close to her face.

Looking delighted by Daisy's clear disgust, Pearl used her free hand to dig into her purse and pull out a small tube of lip balm. "It's beer flavored," she explained, popping the cap on the lip balm and swiping it around inside Daisy's bellybutton; sensitive as her navel was, she could feel the slight weight and stickiness of the lip balm clinging to her skin. "Cockroaches love it. I can't wait to see this thing burrow into your navel."

"Nnnnngh!" Daisy screamed, twitching violently as Pearl placed the cockroach on her upper belly just beneath her trembling breasts. She moaned and squealed as she felt the cockroach's legs scrabble across her skin and she began rolling her belly frantically, trying to dissuade the bug from moving closer to her exposed innie. To her horror the movement of her midriff only seemed to spur the bug on and it ran faster towards the center of her stomach. The brunette froze, whimpering fearfully as the cockroach reached the middle of her belly, pausing at the rim of her navel. She felt its antennae poke curiously at the edge of her bellybutton and she rolled her stomach desperately; that seemed to be the last prod that the bug needed as it scurried down into the safety of her navel hole.

"HMMMMPH!" Daisy screamed, her cry muffled by the gag as she writhed on the ground, uncaring of how the scarves hogtying her tightened uncomfortably, no doubt leaving marks on her wrists and ankles. She could feel the cockroach's legs and antennae twitching as it pressed its way down to the bottom of her innie until it was sitting flush with the vulnerable skin at the center of her navel, its small appendages digging and pinching slightly as it gripped her skin. "PHMMMPH DNNNGH! HMMMMHNNNNGH!"

"Well this is even better than I thought," Pearl taunted, straightening up so she loomed over Daisy's wriggling, trembling form. "But I have a client to attend to. Enjoy the rest of your night!" The other dancer stepped neatly out of the closet, snapping the light off as she did so. The door slammed shut and Daisy was left in darkness, continuing to scream into the gag. As she grew more and more breathless her frantic shouting grew softer until only muffled whimpers escaped through the gag while Daisy breathed heavily, shuddering each time she felt the cockroach twitch within her navel.

Moaning with discomfort and fear, Daisy arched her aching belly out further and twisted her bound wrists within the tight fabric of the scarf until her could reach the knot securing her ankles. With shaking fingers she began to work at the knot, her nails scraping and sliding against it until she finally managed to tug the knot free. As the scarf unraveled around her ankles Daisy gasped, the painful ache in her legs abating slightly. Breathing heavily still, she slowly levered herself onto her knees, her muscles trembling with adrenaline and exertion. Daisy pinned the end of the scarf tied to her wrists beneath her feet, holding the fabric taut. Then, she began pulling on her arms, feeling the fabric rub uncomfortably tight around her wrists. Groaning, the brunette managed to loosen the scarf enough that she could yank one wrist free, quickly followed by the other.

She whimpered, feeling her wrists sting with pain, and clambered to her feet, wobbling on her stilettos. Daisy flicked the light back on and leaned against the wall of the closet, letting it stabilize her as she peered down into her navel, where she could see only the back of the cockroach, as it was plugging up the entire bottom of her innie. Shuddering and whimpering into the gag, Daisy reached down and wedged a nail between the rim of her bellybutton and the cockroach, prying it away and flicking it out of her navel. She gasped and jumped away as it hit the ground and immediately scurried towards a corner of the closet.

Yanking the gag out of her mouth, Daisy stumbled out of the closet and into the dressing room across the hall. As she shook off the feeling of the cockroach crawling across her skin and into her navel, Daisy felt her horror, fear and disgust quickly be replaced with righteous fury. She snatched up her phone and growled to see that Pearl had been with her client for nearly fifteen minutes. Looking at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, Daisy tugged her fingers through her hair to neaten it up, thinking desperately.

A smirk began to spread across her slightly reddened lips as she grabbed a set of silver bangles from her table, layering them on each wrist to hide the red marks from the hogtie. The brunette quickly touched up her makeup and strode out of the dressing room, taking several deep breaths until she felt slightly more like her usual, sultry self. Daisy let her shoulders drop and her smirk widen as she strutted over to one of the private rooms and opened the door, sliding quietly inside.

Across the room Pearl was mid-dance and facing away from Daisy, while the client looked up and met Daisy's eyes. He was a tall, broad middle-aged man, attractive though not unduly so, and he looked pleased by Daisy's appearance. "I thought you were unavailable tonight," he drawled. Daisy saw Pearl's shoulders tighten slightly, as the client clearly wasn't speaking to her. The taller woman turned slowly with her back to the client, making Daisy the only one in the room who could see Pearl's face shift into a mixture of anger and dismay.

"Oh, I couldn't miss our appointment," Daisy purred, stalking across the room until she was beside Pearl. With Pearl's back still facing the client, Daisy snaked a hand up and gave Pearl's left breast a hard squeeze, smirking when the other woman's face scrunched up in pain and humiliation. "I'm so glad my colleague could entertain you alone for the start of our session. In fact, I'm sure she'll be happy to stay and help make our session more exciting, as a thank you for being so patient until I got here."

"Play along if you don't want this to get back to the higher-ups, will you? Client-stealing and assault are enough to get you fired," Daisy murmured to Pearl before hooking her finger in the center of the other woman's bikini and pulling down, forcing Pearl to her knees just before her breasts could spill out from the bikini top. Louder, Daisy said to the client, "She's got a lovely tongue, and knows just how to use it too."

Sprawling back further on the chair, the man smirked broadly at Daisy and Pearl. "Well you know where I want her to use it, don't you sweetheart." Daisy smiled sweetly in response and dragged her fingertip in a slow circle around the rim of her bellybutton, raising an eyebrow at Pearl. The rival dancer glowered at Daisy's navel with some distaste, clearly thinking about the cockroach that had been wedged inside only minutes before, but slowly leaned forward and probed her tongue into Daisy's bellybutton, encircling the rim.

Daisy began rolling her belly smoothly, deftly arching her belly outward towards Pearl's face and smirking when the undulating movement pushed Pearl's tongue deeper into her bellybutton so that it pressed against the sensitive bottom of her navel. The client's eyes darkened as Daisy began to roll her belly faster and faster, reaching down with one hand to wind it in Pearl's curls, pressing the other dancer's head closer to her midriff until Pearl's entire face was nearly buried in Daisy's soft, undulating belly. "You're getting an hour of this, aren't you hun?" she asked, her smirk widening as Pearl's shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly, even while her tongue continued to swirl pleasantly inside Daisy's navel. The brunette's hand tightened on Pearl's hair; she planned to spend the next forty minutes ensuring her revenge.

[LunaDog]

Payback can be SO sweet! Wonder what Daisy has in mind now?

[RopeBunny]

Wasn't expecting that particular form of torture, could even be unique (to the site) and definitely a surprise.

Good story, or a good start as there's room for more should you wish? Enjoyed all the descriptions, well written.