Page 39 of Captured By Fate

“Come, let’s go have some fun.”

As we drive off into the night, lights from other cars streak past us like shooting stars in our wake as if they were chasing after us rather than leading the way forward. The cityscape blurs together into one hazy mass of neon signs and street lights before giving way to darker roads lined with tall buildings illuminated only by their own reflections off wet pavement.

We arrive at an unassuming warehouse on the outskirts of town - Vault Club - where electronic music thumps loud enough to rattle windows echoes inside. The bouncer looks at him questioningly but nods after a brief exchange before letting us through the velvet ropes into another world entirely.

Dimly lit rooms filled with smoke machines, flashing lights, and sweaty bodies dancing in unison. All under pulsing beats from unknown DJs spinning vinyls behind raised platforms sprinkled throughout the space.

The floor shakes beneath our feet as if it too wants to join in on this primal rhythm that takes hold of everyone here tonight - including me.

Jackson orders us drinks before grabbing my hand once more. He spins me onto the floor before I can protest or even agree, pulling me into his embrace quickly but gently so as not to surprise me too much.

His touch sends shivers down my spine as we sway together under the strobes – his hands firm yet gentle on my waist as they guide me through this new sensation. The noise around us fades away into nothingness as we groove together in perfect sync; it feels as if there's no one else here but us two against this pulsing rhythm that drives us onward.

His scent fills my senses completely now: a mix of fresh sweat and cologne that somehow smells addictive rather than overwhelming. I can taste it on my tongue when I open my mouth to sing along with the lyrics blasting from speakers above our heads.

I close my eyes for a moment just to focus on feeling him next to me, and his movements become even more daring. He pulls me closer still so our bodies are almost flush against each other as he spins me around once more before setting me back down lightly again.

It sends shockwaves through me – both exhilarating and terrifying at once – but also thrilling beyond belief because there's something so natural about being held by him like this, moving together in time with no words spoken between us but everything understood entirely anyway.

I lose myself entirely to the music and to the feel of him until he leans down, close to my ear and says, “I want you to dance for me.”

His eyes go from mine to the stripper pole in the center of the room, where scantily dressed women are removing their bras as they grind on the shiny metal.

It’s then that I notice the filthy stares I’m receiving from countless women who are eyeing Jackson.

“Get fucked, Jackson,” I mumble.

His laughter rings out over the music and the blonde next to us turns her head to look at him. She wants him. I can tell. While I don’t understand what this night is about, I do know a whore when I see one.

I wrap my arms around him in a show of possessiveness. “You’re a piece of shit, Jackson, you know that?” I whisper into his ear.

His grip on my hips tighten. “You think if you insult me I’ll let you go, right? All you do is turn me on with that feisty spirit of yours.”

“Tell me what the fuck we’re doing here. Dinner and this stupid club,” I demand.

His response is to pull me closer, his lips hovering an inch above my own. I can feel how hard he is through his black dress pants.

My breath catches.

“Like I said, Kelley. You turn me on.” He pushes me away from him and takes a seat on one of the leather couches. “Now dance for me.”

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KELLEY

Ilean back on the couch. The worn leather is comfortable but I hate to think what it is I’m sitting on. The action this sofa has seen makes me cringe.

Right now, though, my eyes are speculative, watching Kelley’s every move. Her hips sway to the rhythm of the music. Her arms are graceful as she raises them above her head.

She balks at the idea of the pole but something inside me knows she can work it. There’s so many beautiful women here, each one more attractive than the last. But not one of them holds a candle to Kelley.

She is by far the apple of my eye. And I cannot stop staring at her.

“Where did you learn to dance?” I shout over the music.

She lifts her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “Past hobby."

I point to the pole and her eyes narrow, along with a subtle shake of her head. The brunette beside her eyes the stage. A gorgeous woman with big tits and a tight, pink dress.

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