Page 31 of Becoming Super

“Hell, no, fuck this.”

I wasn’t about to let the rest of the crew get an eyeful of Sarah naked. It was something that still brought me to my knees and I didn’t need Zack or Heath beating off to it.

“What are we going to do?” She was panicking, and I knew that I needed to come up with something.

“What if you got hurt?” I suggested, “You can’t dance with a twisted ankle.”

She nodded slowly, “Yeah, that could work, but will we get away with it?”

I shrugged, “We can try. Hold your ankle.”

I called out the servants that my slave had been hurt. The pretty men raced in and apologized over and over again. I cradled Sarah against my chest making sure that they couldn’t see anything. As we passed a sheer curtain I yanked it down and covered her as best I could. The sparkling material was leaving glitter all over her already shimmering skin.

By the time I made it down to where Neopia and the rest were waiting Sarah looked like a little flame. I approached the queen, “My slave has been hurt by your men and cannot dance.”

She raised a brow and then turned to speak to her servants in another language one that my transmitter didn’t translate. Turning back to me she said, “The slave was fine when they left her.”

I growled, “Are you challenging my word?”

There was a great hush in the room. To challenge a warrior’s word was to discredit and dishonor him.

The Queen, however, was not cowed. She eyed me curiously, “If the slave cannot dance, as you say, someone will need to take her place.”

Sarah stiffened in my arms. I knew that she was about to volunteer herself, but we couldn’t go back on the lie that was already told.

“I will dance.”

The words were out of my mouth before I even contemplated the repercussions. There was a sharp inhalation from the queen followed by a round of raucous laughter from the crew. They were a bunch of pricks; not one of them had ever seen me dance before.

Neopia smiled. “The substitution is granted, you may proceed.”

I placed Sara into my seat at the royal table and then moved to the center of the floor.

“Is there music?” I barked.

More laughter followed my question, but a few minutes later a rather raunchy tune filled the space. I could tell she was taunting me. Obviously, she didn’t believe our lie that Sarah was hurt. What she didn’t know was that I could move my body.

Just because I didn’t choose to do so all the time didn’t mean I was without skills. I unzipped my uniform slowly until I hit mid waist. I could see Sarah’s eyes nearly popping out of her head. And I couldn’t help the smirk that crossed my face.

They wanted to see me dance, well, they were in for a treat.

My body began to shake along with the beat of the music. I let the notes take me away as I let my body bump and grind, making love to the imaginary woman in my arms.

Sarah.

I pictured that it was her soft pussy I was thrusting myself into. With athleticism that was second nature to me, I lost myself in the movements. It was as if I had channeled my inner stripper and porn star all in one.

There was silence in the room when the music came to a stop. My uniform was resting low on my hips, the deep vee clearly visible.

Neopia was fanning herself, “Well, erm. Well, then.”

Most of the guys in the crew could barely look at me. Zack and Heath, in particular, were glaring in any direction but mine. Most of the female members of the staff looked ready to pounce but there was only one person that caught my attention and held it.

A certain fiery platinum blonde earthling that was standing up on her supposed hurt ankle, licking her lips.

Fucking hell, she was going to get us killed.

And I wanted to sink my dick into her, anywhere, I wasn’t fussy as to the location. Thankfully there was enough commotion with everyone else that nobody had noticed her yet. I bowed to Neopia and then turned to Zack.

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