Page 69 of Dance for Me

Dance for Me

Two weeks later

“Love! These designs are hot! Maybe I should try my hand at crossdressing.” Vanessa chuckled at Owen as he held up her latest designs. “I mean, just look at these thigh highs.” He smacked his lips.

“Thanks, I figured I would add some sexy pieces to it.”

“Girl, you nailed that shit.”

She was starting to feel better, mentally and physically. The bruising on her cheek had finally gone away, after it so kindly decided to go through all the colors of the rainbow. She decided to keep her job at Pink Lace. Took her father’s advice and kept chugging.

Jack respected her wishes of needing some space. He texted her once in a while and she saw him in passing at the club but that was as much interaction as they had. She admitted to missing him. She missed his touch, the strength in his arms that wrapped around her. Hell, she missed the mind-blowing sex. After that night and everything that went down with Trixie, he ended up firing her. Vanessa felt bad at first, but Trixie was a manipulative bitch. So, she couldn’t say she was too upset to see her go. He hired another dancer who was nicer and she brought in a lot of customers.

Jazz came strolling next to Vanessa. “Hey, so um, I need a favor.”

“That’s never a good thing coming from you.” She looked at Owen and he wore a playful smile.

“I know, I know, but you have been requested by a big hot shot businessman in the VIP room tonight. Insisted on having you personally.”

A wave of nausea hit her. “Wait, like requested for what exactly?”

“To dance. And before you protest, Jack already knows about it. He said it would make him a lot of money and he needs you to do it.”

Vanessa felt a surge of anger tear through her. How could he do that?

“Don’t worry,” Jazz said. “You’ll be fine, they aren’t allowed to touch you and it’s just like dancing on stage, except easier because it’s only in front of one man.”

“I can’t believe he’s making me do this.”

“Love, you’ll do great,” Owen chimed in. “And maybe you should wear this.” He held up her lingerie, thigh high stockings and all.

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Vanessa stood inside the VIP room. It was colder than she expected and it was dark. The red light casted only enough glow to be able to see where you were going and who was there. In the center was a small platform and in front was a red velvet couch. It was also exceptionally quiet. The walls must be soundproof. It gave her the chills, it being so eerie.

She was nervous as she waited for this mysterious businessman. She wore her black lace one-piece design and her laced thigh highs. She also threw on red heels that Jazz told her to wear.

As upon the man’s request, she was turned toward the wall, opposite the door. Apparently, he didn’t want to be seen right away. She couldn’t believe that Jack was allowing this. Especially after all that talk before saying how he didn’t want other men watching her.

When she heard the door open, her stomach turned into knots. All she had to remember was that he couldn’t touch her. Thank God, because she was still a little skittish from what happened with Doug.

As the man got closer, a familiar scent hit the room.

Spice and mint.

She smiled, still not having turned around, the heat radiated from him to her back. Suddenly, the cold room didn’t feel so cold anymore. She felt his fingers slowly run down both of her arms as his chest was pressed to her back.

“Excuse me sir, but I don’t think you’re allowed to touch the dancer.”

He leaned in kissing her neck, then her shoulder. Vanessa closed her eyes in pleasure of feeling his lips on her after what felt like a lifetime. “Babe, I will always be allowed to put my hands on what’s mine.”

She shivered. She should have known that Jack would never allow another man to watch her dance again, especially in the VIP room where they were alone. Jazz and Owen were sneaky. “I thought you were giving me time.”

“Oh, I gave you enough time,” he moved his hand around the front of her stomach and slowly crept down to her aching sex. She leaned her head back. “I miss this body, miss your lips, miss your sweet pussy that is always so ready for me,” he cupped her and she let out a moan. “You missed me, too, babe, I can see it, and I can feel how wet you are already.”

He pushed her up against his hard cock.

“Now, dance for me baby and only me. I want to see your body move.”

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