Page 3 of Captivated

The music had been a dull thumping beat in the background while in the dressing room, but once we leave, it starts to pulse through my veins and my hips automatically sway with every step down the hallway and out onto the main floor.

Kay walks down into the VIP pit area and steps up onto the stage while Jaylan and I separate and walk on either side of the club to our satellite stages. A security guard holds his hand out for me to take and he helps me up the hidden stairs to my platform.

There’s a pole in one corner to use for balance and as a prop rather than for a full performance, as well as a waist-high railing around the platform to grab onto.

My eyes sweep the club, taking in every pair on me, feeling even the ones from the shadows. I want to hate it, like I’m doing something wrong, but that’s not it at all. I don’t hate it. I feel sexy and desired.

I just can’t think about what they’re thinking.

I can’t think about how they see me.

I can’t think about anything.

I close my eyes for a moment and let my body feel the music and move however it wants.

I open my eyes again and they lock with a man sitting three tables away. I run my hands out along the railing, bending forward. The songs blend together and I make sure I lock eyes with different men every minute to keep them on me.

As Kay said…men are easy.

Each one makes their way to me and I snake my hips down to their level so some can slip money into the waist of my bottoms, while with others, I take it from their hands and slip it between my breasts while giving them a little wink.

Again, men are easy.

When my songs are up, the security guard helps me down, and I saunter back to the dressing room. A huge smile spreads across my face when I see Kay.

“I’m guessing you had fun?” she asks.

“I did. It was like taking candy from grown babies.”

“Exactly.” She smirks.

“Cassie, you were great,” Stella, the house mom, says. “You three are up again in twenty.”

Taking the money out of my waistband and top, I shove it into the zipper pouch I brought with me and Kay does the same. “If you ever make it up to the main stage, the money thrown at your feet will be swept up and brought to you, along with whatever clothing you take off.”

“Good to know. Thanks.”

I touch up my makeup and hair, drink some water, and when it’s our time again, I take Jaylan’s stage while she goes to the main stage, and Kay takes the stage I was on.

There are more people in here now, but with a deep breath, I once again let the music pulse through me and let the beat move my body.

~ Chapter 2 ~

Nico

This meeting needs to fucking end.

I need to get back to the city. Being in this town, in the same one asher, is making me itch with the need to find her. To touch her soft skin and run my fingers through her hair.

Fuck…

I shift in my chair and rub my jaw.

Images fill my mind of me wrapping her silken rope of fire around my fist and yanking her head back so I can hear her moan as I kiss her neck and she rides my dick.

Fuck me.

I wipe my hands down my face and keep my expression neutral.

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