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“All work and no play,” Brant chimed in a second time.

I lifted my middle finger.

A smile crossed my face the moment I sensed she became aware I’d caught her. She was searching for me as well. As I headed for the exit, I’d all but convinced myself to begin the hunt.

Little did she know soon her entire life would be on display, putty in my hands. I couldn’t wait to mold her into everything she’d longed to be.

The mystery woman was the perfect prey.

And in my mind, she was already the perfect candidate.

Now my cock was at full attention. She was indeed the one and I couldn’t wait to begin.

CHAPTER 5

Sara

They watched me, their eyes never leaving the stage.

The men were completely immersed in the story I told, fascinated by the costumes and masks hiding my true identity. They leaned forward, devouring every sensual move I made, their rapid breathing something I could easily detect.

They hungered for me, dreaming of the filthy things they could do to and with my body.

The customers were always the same, wealthy and arrogant, acting as if they could take anything they wanted without a single repercussion. I was the single woman they believed could rock their worlds while allowing them to forgo all sense of decency.

They coveted me, pretending I was their savior as I twirled and gyrated to the heady drumbeat.

I savored the music, falling prey to the delicious darkness only my evocative dances could provide. Only while on stage did I experience peace, hoping to eternally banish the demons living deep within my psyche.

The men weren’t allowed to touch. They would never garner a taste. And not one of them would ever invade my life.

Yet their fantasies paid me well, providing an outlet for release, a grab for hope in a world where I often felt hopeless.

Every aspect of my dance was intimate, providing the men with nights of intense fantasies. I immersed myself in their fantasies, drowning my sorrows in the few hours where anxieties and responsibilities were shoved aside.

At least I’d been able to use my theater experience to some good use, even if I hadn’t been able to afford a college degree. Or pursue my dreams of being an actress. At least the performances allowed me autonomy with the productions, the costumes fueling my creativity.

Electricity pulsed through me as I twirled around the stage, finally falling to my knees one last time for the final uptick of the new dance performed for the first time. As I dropped onto all fours, then rose back up, lifting my arms as if toward the sky, I felt a sudden jolt of current that had nothing to do with the seductive moves.

One man alone had grasped my level of intimacy, leaning forward so close to the edge of the stage I could almost feel his hot breath. He was a stranger yet familiar in ways I couldn’t process. While his face was partially hidden behind a mask, a requirement for the night’s festivities, I could almost tell what hewas thinking, what he was desiring deep within his bones as he watched me, his attention far above the others.

As soon as I started to crawl toward the very precipice of danger, close enough the unknown man could easily reach out and touch me, my heart nearly imploded in my chest.

The sensations were new, invading the privacy of my mind as my body became aware of the instant attraction between us. We held a connection far removed from anything I’d ever experienced before. I tossed my head back and forth as beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of my face.

The aura of the man wasn’t just powerful. It was menacing in a way I’d experienced once before. While there was no threat to my safety, that didn’t mean anything for the shudder of emotions rolling through me.

He wasn’t just watching me.

He wasn’t merely undressing me with his eyes.

He was processing how and when to capture me.

I was certain of it as much as I needed air to breathe. The moment was intoxicating, pushing my boundaries as I rolled my flexed hands down from my shoulders to my breasts. On this stage, I could be anyone I wanted. Tonight, I was the ultimate temptress.

And he’d made the decision to make me his. I felt it in my boiling blood and the shivers coursing down my spine. With my eyes firmly locked on his, a sweep of lights allowed me to discover I was right about his lurid thoughts.

He lifted his drink in salute, a promise made.

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