Page 20 of The Ballerina

I watch her dance around the pole, swaying her hips along with the beat that blasts overhead, seducing not just me but everyone else in this club. She is a siren that calls out to be worshipped. With every turn, she slowly maneuvers her way out of the little shimmery number until she is lying on the floor in nothing more than a racy pink thong and some pasties to cover her nipples.

The crowd roars in appreciation when her dance is over, but she only looks at me. My cock is a lead pipe in my jeans, and I want to mount her right there on the stage. It will satisfy my need for her and proclaim that she belongs to me for everyone inthis place.

And then there is darkness. I hear her footsteps as she makes her way off the stage. I can also smell her arousal. I know she is wearing her suppression patch to keep all the other males in check, but I would know her scent anywhere, even in a room full of omegas.

I sit there, patiently sipping at my now watered-down drink.

“Hey there,” she purrs once she makes her way through the busy club. “What brings you in tonight?”

“Boredom. I thought this might be fun,” I reply with a grin and a wink. “Do you offer private dances?”

She is dressed in the same plaid skirt and white shirt as she was the first night I saw her. I know we are both playing a game, recreating the night we met but making sure we get the ending we both craved from our first meeting.

She tilts her head to the side, studying me. “My mate will lose his mind.” She leans closer to whisper in my ear, pressing her breasts against my chest. “But I think for you I’d be willing to make an exception.”

“Well then,” I murmur. “Lead the way, beautiful.”

She takes my hand in hers, leading me through the people and the tables to the same room we used the last time. Inside, everything looks the same, untouched, even though I know the space is used frequently. Not that it matters, we aren’t the same anymore.

“Should I lock this?” Cathy asks after closing the door.

“No,” I shake my head, and she raises a questioning brow. “I promise to be on my best behavior.”

“Said the Devil.”

She tinkers with the sound system for a moment before the same song she danced to last time filters through the room.

“I never liked this song,” I say, sitting on the couch withmy legs spread. “But it has become one of my favorites recently.”

“It’s a good song,” she murmurs, seductively swaying her hips as she saunters closer.

Standing between my legs, she runs her hands up her torso to fondle her breasts.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” I murmur, my gaze glued to her chest.

“I couldn’t find it.” She undoes the top three buttons of the bright white shirt she is wearing. “Does that bother you?”

“Only if it’s going to affect my dance.”

Leaning forward she presses her palms to my upper thighs giving me a perfect view of her swaying breasts. She rubs my thighs through my jeans and a little growl escapes me.

Cathy straddles me and the little schoolgirl skirt she is wearing rides up so high I can see the imprint of her pussy against the fabric of her panties.

“As long as you don’t tell anyone.” She bats her eyelashes coyly.

My hands go to her ass, and I pull her against my straining erection. This game has been fun but I’m about to lose my mind. She grabs my hands and pushes them away.

“No touching, handsome. House rules.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She smiles smugly, grinding her pussy against my cock.

“Fuck,” I moan, head resting on the back of the couch.

“Watch me,” she whispers seductively.

The moment my attention is back on her, she undoes the rest of the buttons, baring herself for my viewing pleasure. She caresses her breasts, rubbing and tugging on her nipples. Watching me the entire time.

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