Page 89 of Captivated

But after an hour, it’s me who can’t stop thinking about going home early. I don’t know how I’m going to make it another two hours.

I’m pacing the dressing room, talking myself in and out of leaving early, when all the girls come back in and start packing their stuff up.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. We were told to get off stage and leave,” Jess says, shrugging.

“Jon said we’re closing for a few hours because someone smelled gas in the basement when they went to get a case of vodka for the bar.”

Jon is the manager, but he hasn’t sent me a message or anything about it, so I go and find him.

“What’s happening, Jon?”

“We have to close for a couple hours.”

“Someone smelled gas?”

He grins and shakes his head. “No, that’s just a cover.”

“Okay,” I say, dragging out the word. “I don’t understand.”

“You will. I’ll see you tomorrow, Cassie.” He rounds up the bartenders and waitresses to leave, and I’m getting a flashback to a very similar occurrence from five months ago.

That’s when I look around and see one man still here, sitting right in front of the main stage.

One man who is crazy enough to have a packed club emptied so he can have me all to himself.

“I’m waiting, Cassandra,” Nico says, his head not even bothering to turn around to know that I’m here. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

I hurry back to the dressing room and go to the rack of brand-new outfits and accessories I keep stocked in here in case a girl needs something and forgot to bring it.

I choose the ice blue bodysuit that I’ve been dying to try on since I bought it. It has an eighties feel to it because it’s a thong style that’s high cut on the hips like a Baywatch bathing suit, and a deep ‘v’ in the front down to my pussy that laces up just far enough so my nipples are covered.

I take a pair of silver glitter pleaser heels from the rack and secure my feet in them before adding a little lipstick and fluffing my hair out.

The music is controlled from a system hooked-up to a laptop off stage, and I put on “Earned It” by The Weekend. I chose this song for my showcase coming up because I choreographed the routine with Nico in mind. He’s always telling me I earned the fucking he gives me after every performance I give him at home. So now it’s him who’s earned this dance.

The Weekend’s voice starts singing, and I wait for the first downbeat of the drums to saunter out onto stage. Nico’s eyes immediately eat me up and he adjusts himself in the chair.

I knew he’d like this outfit.

This time is much different than the first. I give him a small smile and a wink, and get right into my routine – showing him everything he’s earned these past five months.

When I end my performance crawling to him at the end of the stage, he stands in front of me and reaches for my hair, twirling a piece around his finger.

He tugs on it and I slide my hand around his neck to give him a kiss. “That was your best performance yet,piccante,” he tells me, and I can feel his pulse pounding in his neck under my touch. “And I love this new outfit. But you’re never wearing this outside of our home again. Your pussy swallowed the fabric every time you spread those sexy legs of yours, and I know it’s soaked in your juices right now.” He cups my pussy and bites my bottom lip. “Because I know how much dancing for me turns you on.”

“Yes,” I sigh, moving my hips against his hand.

“And I like this,” he says, pulling the string in the front of the bodysuit so my boobs spill out. “Easy access for a taste.”

Nico plants kisses all around my nipples until they’re hard as pebbles before he flicks them with his tongue. I cry out – so sensitive.

“Nico,” I moan, and he smiles against my chest.

“Just what I wanted,” he murmurs right before he takes one of my nipples into his hot mouth and a bolt of lightning spikes through me and straight to my core.

“Nico,” I moan again, and he does the same to my other nipple, making me whimper with the intensity.

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