Page 39 of Savage Queen (Blood Empire 3)

“Ladies and gentlemen, people of all genders, you're in for one hell of a show tonight!” One of Harlow’s girls named Vicky, announces as she steps out onto the stage. The room lowers to hushed tones as all the attention is focused on her. “The Queen and her girls are doing one of her all time favorite routines. We’re going back twenty years for this one. So, sit back, keep your hands to yourself if you want to keep them attached to your body, and enjoy the show.”

“Come on, come on,” Neo mutters as the lights dim. Dude just saw her a few hours ago. But I can’t blame him, I’ve been antsy any time she's out of my sight for too long. She was gone for weeks, leaving us wondering if we’d ever see her again. Harlow and Queenie are Neo’s whole world, without them, I think he’d be lost to his madness.

The spotlight turns on, lighting up the whole stage. There's a red curtain covering half of it. One of the girls who I recognize, but don’t know the name of, walks on stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Evolution,” she announces. She bends slightly, waving her arm in a flourish as the red curtain is pulled back, revealing a small set of steps. There’s a heart in lights with the words Evolution to match over it. The song starts andLady Marmaladeby Christine Aguilera, Lil’ Kim, Mya, and Pink starts to filter through the speakers. One of the girls named Macy starts the show, dancing and singing a few lines before more vocals join in, but no one else comes out onto the stage yet.

Macy moves to the side and Lola comes onto the stage next, dancing and singing the next part of the song.

The whole room is singing along and dancing. Neo looks like a nineties girl at a boy band concert, loving every moment of this. I grin at how happy he looks. I hated having Beast take over and lock him up for weeks.

I can’t help but bob along as I wait for Harlow’s part, mouthing the words. Yes, I know every word because it was a song Harlow loved to play on repeat. I downloaded a playlist on my iPod in high school and let her listen to it whenever she wanted. One day I listened for myself, wanting to hear what song she was addicted to at the time. It’s a catchy song with a good beat, not gonna lie.

Halfway through the song, it's clear as day when it’s Harlow’s turn. A voice I’ve come to know so well overpowers everyone else. She’s singing Christina’s part, and fuck me, she’s magnificent. She struts out on stage with all the sass and confidence in the world, dressed in a blue lingerie outfit, her black hair in long waves, pinned back by a blue feather. It’s outside her normal attire, but she fucking rocks it like always, making my cock strain against my jeans, despite wanting to go on stage and rip it off of her.

Now I know how easy it is for Neo to jump up there without a care in the world.

I don’t care if I have to shoot my cousin in the foot, I will be her ‘after dance fuck’ if it’s the last thing I do.

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