Page 3 of Deception

Little Red.That’s what I will call her—my pet.

My dick twitches at the thought. My hand closes around my empty glass tighter, as though it could be her neck.

The girl is petite, and the dress she’s wearing is snug, gloving her body in a way that makes the movement of her chest impossible to miss. Ample tits quiver beneath the square cut of her silk dress. A foot drops to the ground. The snake holding her heeled sandals around her ankle gleams a bludgeoned gold in the sudden rotation of light flashing around us. Blue eyes blink as they set on the centre of the stage, along with the strobe of light. Every eye in the room goes to the girl wrapped around the pole rising from the ground. Yet, mine zero in on the heavy curtain of hair that flutters with the hitch of Red’s breath.

Bringing the vodka to her crimson lips, she looks up at me again, holding my stare while she sips daintily.

“Let’s go,” I order with a nod towards the toilets once she’s finished the drink.

“Anyone ever tell you the rules regarding strangers?” she asks, turning back to the bar and holding two fingers up to the bartender. “Two vodkas.”

With a downturned glance at me, he waits for me to nod my permission as I put my glass down. Red follows suit, and once he’s poured us another measure, she takes her drink and clinks the bottom of her glass to the top of mine. Pushing it towards me, she asks, “So what is it you do…?”

“Women.”

“I was going for profession rather than orientation.” The grin on her face hitches higher to one side while her lashes flutter and her thighs press together.

“Women,” I retort.

It’s the most significant and valuable trade in our circles. Women and weapons. The things that spur wars.

I gulp down my drink, and when I clap my glass down on the bar, she makes a show of finishing hers, keeping the glass to her lips until she swallows down the burn that follows.

“What’s your name?” She keeps up with the questions.

My patience is wearing thin as I wait for the first drink to do the trick.

“I’m not really into the stranger-banging thing. I need a name at least.”

“Yet, you sit at the bar.” Lowering to her height, I brace myself on the bar top.

“Your point?”

“You sit where men will see you.”

“Your point?”

“You want to get fucked.”

A laugh erupts from her at my observation. The sound reverberates through me; it’s not what I expected, given the husk to her voice. The quiet allure has dissipated, leaving nothing but surety and confidence. As though she’s the one with the power.

Stupid, stupid bitch.

Coming closer, the girl twists in her seat towards me again, the outside of her thigh touching mine as she holds my stare with intent. A hand slips down from the counter to her lap, grazing my leg before it settles on her knee, and she inches her face close to mine, lips to my ear.

“Name,” she whispers at the same time as her hand hitches up her thigh, and I catch a sliver of silver.

In a flash, her hand is driving towards me. I barely have time to pull away and grasp her wrist, twisting it until the small dagger in her hand hangs from her middle finger by the ring pommel. Hooking her foot around my ankle, she tries to gain purchase to free herself. However, I tunnel my fingers into her hair and yank until she has no choice but to put her foot back on the ground to balance herself.

The girl is stronger than she appears. Next time, I’ll use more than a few drops of the sedative. It’s all it usually takes—a few drops, and they’re out like a light.

Not this girl.

This one has more fight than I’ve ever seen. The several seconds we tussle, her eyes never leave mine, burning fiercely with determination to finish what she started, even as I twist her hand, bending it back until her teeth audibly wince with all the grit she’s pushing back with.

All this fight is futile. A complete waste as her fingers twitch one last time before they go lax, the sedative finally coming to full effect.

What a shame.I was enjoying myself.

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