Page 89 of Greased

I let my hands trail up my body, grazing my lace covered cunt which causes the crowd to holler but I drown them out. Pike’s eyes zone in on every inch of my body.

It's almost as though I can feel each spot they zone in on. I let my head drop back as I reach my tits cupping them and biting my lip. I hear moans and a muffled “for fuck’s sake” but I pay it no mind.

I eventually let my hands drop back to the stage until I’m on all fours and zeroing on my next target, Dawson.

His eyes are wide, and I swear there’s a spot of drool in the corner of his mouth.

Slowly I begin crawling to him, letting my hips sway. As I reach the end of the stage, I sit back on my legs and let a devious smile turn my lips. I swing my legs around before slowly lowering myself offthe stage. I thank the pleasers I’m wearing for the additional height to do it with an ounce of grace.

I take the two steps towards Dawson, forcing him back into his seat before crawling into his lap. His hands instantly go to my hips, his grip tightening to the point of pain as I slowly roll my body against him.

I see the fight leave his body. The desperation for me to stay exactly where I am prevalent in his eyes but after his asshole tendencies this past week, he doesn’t stand a chance. I give him a quirk of my lips before pushing off him and turning around. I grip the stage before shaking my ass in his face. The guys all laugh at his expense. I turn around for one last look and blow him a teasing kiss before swinging my legs back up on stage.

I walk quicker towards the pole just as the beat starts to ramp up and right at the crest, I launch at the pole, swinging my body around before hooking my knee in and allowing my body to spin.

My body takes complete control, like I become one with the music as it sounds through the club. Every other noise drowns out until it's just me and the pole. I dance until the final moment, slowing down as I face towards the front of the room again. I drop back down onto my knees and let my head fall back just as the final tones ring out. My breath comes out in pants as I allow the adrenaline to seep from my body.

I lift my head when the crowd erupts in a cheer. I can’t help the smile and the following giggle that escapes me. Brandy, Maxie and Jen are standing on a nearby chair hooting and screaming my name.

Rhodes looks like he's going to be sick but grimaces as he claps. Wyatt and Jethro are both standing and cheering and I can’t help but chuckle at the look on Wyatt’s face. The guy is way too excited.

I finally look down at Pike, Nicky, Dacre, Sonny and Dawson. The former four are all standing cheering and calling my name but the latter sits stock still in his seat. A mix of emotions running over his face. Desire, disbelief and fear all mixed together in a face that looks both constipated and turned on. I send him a wink which he frowns at before I stand and bow to the crowd before turning and exiting the stage.

My eyes stay glued on Scarlett’s retreating form. I memorise the way her hips sway with each step she takes. The curve of her ass and how fucking delectable it looks in a thong. My cock presses impossibly hard against the zipper of my jeans but I take the pain and embrace it. I deserve it because I know just how unworthy I am of being in the presence of an absolute goddess. I groan as she retreats behind the curtain. But I don’t plan on letting her out of my sight for much longer.

I’ve never seen a female body move the way Scarlett’s did. I felt envious of the stage as she rolled her body against it and I swear I almost came in my pants watching as she spun on the pole. Then came the jealousy that tore through me as I watched Scarlett crawl into Dawson’s lap and give the smug fuck a lap dance, one he definitely didn’t deserve.

But I knowmi estrella,it was all in her plan to fuck with him and damn if he wasn’t absolute putty in her hands.

His mouth still hangs open as he looks at the stage in disbelief. Dawson may have his doubts about Scarlett but since she has been back, she has done nothing but prove to me just how ready she is for this life and just how desperately I need her in mine. I need her like she is the only fucking air I can breath. Life feels empty without her. It's like she has this power to make every day better just by being in it and I refuse to waste anymore time sitting around with my dick in my hand. I would much rather Scarlett sitting on it.

I launch out of my chair startling the guys out of their stupor, “Where the fuck are you going?” Nicky questions, throwing back what was Jack on the rocks but is now just watered down whisky.

“Ah, to get my fucking girl and show her exactly what I thought of that dance,” I say with a questioning frown. What the fuck else would I be doing? Going to shoot my load in the bathroom? I mean… it's probably not a bad idea seeing how close I am to embarrassing myself but my dick can wait.

I don’t bother wasting anymore time explaining myself to the boys as I make my way through the crowd.

I barge through the dressing room doors and instantly start looking for Scarlett. Some of the girls squeal and tell me to get the fuck out. I pay them no mind. I don’t give a fuck about them or what little they have on.

I spot my girl in the back laughing at something Brandy says to her.

I instantly make a beeline for her. Brandy eventually sees me coming, her eyes blowing wide before she nudges Scarlett.

I stand right behindmi amorjust waiting for her to acknowledge me. Ever so slowly she turns, allowing me to take her in up close again. My breath hitches at just how breathtaking she looks this close up.

“Scarlett, you were… I…” I stutter, trying to find the words but find nothing comes to the forefront. I feel like a blubbering fool and maybe I am.

Maxie, Rippy, Brandy and Jen all giggle at my expense, but a sultry smile curves Scar’s lips, “Tell me about it,Stud.”

I groan, knees at buckling point as her words nearly bring me to my bitter end. But instead of bowing at her altar like any other mere mortal would, I pull her close to my body, bring my lips close enough to her ear and whisper, “I have no words right now. Instead, let me show you.”

A shiver runs over Scarlett’s body and I know I already have my answer without having to hear her verbalise it. I bend down, sliding my arms around her legs before throwing Scarlett over my shoulder, eliciting a squeal from her lips as I turn tail and make my way out of the room.

Shelly gives me a disapproving look as I spot her walk through the door and I know there’s no way I’m getting out of this without being punished but it's going to be so worth it.

“Sorry Shelly, but I have a woman I need to worship,” I say. She shakes her head as if in disapproval but I catch the slight quirk of her lip.

“You look after my girl Sonny Martinez or I’ll have you scrubbing the floors with a toothbrush every Saturday morning,” she says, crossing her arms over her body.

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