Page 19 of Dancing with the Devil
I headed to my dressing room to get ready. I was torn between two different sets but ultimately ended up choosing the black lingerie.
I made my way to my assigned room with a racing heart, and when I entered, the room had a dim red glow to it. The soft music was sensual, adding to the thick atmosphere.
I closed the door behind myself, finding my new client already at his seat with his back toward me. He brought the glass to his lips while his free hand rested on the table. I watched his pointer finger tap the table repeatedly, and with a deep breath of courage, I approached him.
I opened my mouth to speak but froze.
“Breaking and entering is a crime, you know,” I mused, holding the stare ofhisgreen eyes. There was no way thathehad just booked a private session with me.
“Yeah?” he lowered the glass to the table.
I smiled as I loosened my coat, revealing my black lingerie. His eyes didn’t waver from mine, but I did notice the tick in his jaw. I dropped my coat on the empty seat before hopping up on the table, swinging my legs.
“What are you doing here, and where’s Nic?” I asked, glancing over atMr. Stalker.
He seemed confused. “Nic?”
“Yeah, the—” I cut myself off as he stared at me intently.Oh? Maybe he really did book a private session with me. This was going to be interesting.
I grinned.“My services aren’t exactly cheap,” I told him, resting my palm on the table. A beat barely passed, and he reached into his pocket, pulling out a fat wad of cash and handing it to me. I took the stack, scanning through clean hundred dollar bills. I smiled, dropping it on the table.
I leaned forward, my lips merely inches from his as I whispered, “In case you were wondering… no, that doesn’t cover physical touch.”
Something enticing flickered behind his eyes, and this time, he pulled out a card and slipped it between my breasts. “That won’t be a problem,” he confirmed, and I looked down. A black Amex.Of course.
I pulled his card from my chest, dropping it on the wad of cash before hopping off the table.
The room had a small stage with a poll placed more towards the left.
I grabbed the remote, changing the music, and my heart hammered in my chest. Crazy In Love- Remix by Beyoncéwas my favorite.
With steady, deliberate steps, I swayed my hips.
Slowly, I trailed the pad of my finger around the metal pole as I walked around it—not breaking eye contact with him.Oh, this is going to be fun.
I wrapped myself around the pole, sending my heart racing—adrenaline coursing through my veins. He tracked my every move, his eyes not tearing from my body. His gaze burned into my skin as he undressed on the pole.
My hands caressed my body sensually as thoughhewas the one touching me. My moves were steady and deliberate, and when I caught his dark gaze, it felt as though the room had gotten warmer.
I lowered myself to my heels and dropped to my knees, moving to the music as my hands leisurely roamed my skin, my back arched, and my eyes enticed him.
After my performance, I strutted toward him and dropped to my knees in front of him. Steadily, I dragged my hands up the insides of his thighs and didn’t miss the faint amusementflickering behind his eyes.Someone was clearly enjoying the view.
I trailed my fingertips over his crotch and something burned behind his eyes. As I ran my hands up his chest, I got onto my feet, arching my back just enough so that he could see the curve of my ass—keeping my face mere inches from his.
His lustful gaze felt like a gentle touch as he tracked my every move.
I turned, lowering myself on his lap as I arched my back against his chest. I grinded my hips against his crotch, throwing my head back onto his shoulder.
My skin buzzed with warmth as I grabbed his hands, dragging them along the insides of my thighs.
Slowly, I pulled his hands up my stomach, placing them on my breasts before squeezing. I could feel his shaky breath on the side of my face, and I fought back a smile.
I knew that I was performing a service to a paying customer. And I knew thathewanted this. But, deep down, something inside of me wanted him to want this. I always believed that as a woman, you could be stronger than the most powerful man, as long as you got them excited—at least enough to allowlustto cloud their vision.
Andhewas all power. Not only was he extremely handsome, but he looked at you with just the right amount of intensity to trigger the inner submission inside of you.
I had never been a woman who dropped down to her knees andwillinglyobeyed a man. It just wasn’t in me. But with him, that faltered at times. His touch, his gaze, his demeanor, all of it ignited a dangerous flame of desire that I couldn’t extinguish but fought tooth and nail to.
