Page 81 of Dublin's Danger Dancer

Liam rounds me and puts his hands at the back of my neck. He squeezes gently before ripping my dress open angrily. He moves back to the chair and takes up his position, raising his chin defiantly.

“I better get a massive boner from seeing this,” he says “it’s one of your last performances to make it good,” I flaunt it over to him.

“There is no music.”

He types into the phone and then the lyrics of “I’m About To Hit The Club and Dance Like a Stripper” fill the barn. The heavy base shaking dust from the beams above.

“Nice choice.” I say.

“No talking during my dance, please.” I saunter towards him, pulling my dress down by the arms until it falls, revealing the black lace fringed lingerie I’ve been in since yesterday.

I begin to move between his thighs like I had done so many times before at the club

“Take your things off now,” he demands, annoyed. I unclasp my bra. It drops to the floor and looks totally out of place amongst the hay.

“And your panties. Imagine you’re a stripper in a Vegas club. It shouldn’t be hard for you. You’re so good at taking on multiple identities.”

I give him fuck you eyes as I push my knickers down.

“Touch yourself,” he demands, licking his lips.

“That’s not what strippers do, Liam.”

“Well, you’re not a stripper now. Are you?”

“Touch yourself.” He screams, sending birds in trees flying away.

I bring my hand between my legs and pretend to pleasure myself. He stares and arches his back. His legs splayed wide.

“Now bring your hand to your mouth and lick up your juices, like a good girl.” The anger and heat in his eyes is practically searing my skin. I do as he says, and lick up my fingers, pushing my fingers in my mouth, teasing him. When his cock distracted him, I’d make my move.

“Now put your clothes back on.”

“What?”

“That’s what you do at the club all night. Take them off. And put them back on.”

The breeze coming through the ill-fitted drift wood door hardens my nipples.

“No one tells you to put on your clothes, do they? You’re in control of that part. That’s why you don’t want to do it.”

“Fuck you!” I spit.

“You already have, sweetheart, several times. Now be a good girl, and pick up your clothes and put them back on.”

I inhale sharply and redress. To my annoyance, the dress stinks of him.

“So, this is your plan? You’re going to have me undress and redress until what? I pass out from exhaustion.”

“No. I bought you food,” he says, motioning with his head to the food on the counter.

“So what, we’re going to stay here and make some happy family?”

He widens his legs and shifts forward. “No. We are going to wait here until I get a message that Admir and his top lads have been taken care of. When that’s done. You can do whatever the fuck you like.”

“Including reporting you for kidnapping and false imprisonment?” I ask.

“I think given that you’ve ripped my heart out of its cavity and stamped on it, we should call it even.”

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