Page 4 of Who I Crave To Be

My skin heats as I feel his gaze boring into me, heating with the thought of what dwells under the black trench coat.

“Hey, wait.Coats need to be checked and I need to know how to announce you.”

I inhale deeply, slowly unwrapping the belt from my waist as I face the arch that leads onto the main floor.I can already feel the energy, as it coils around me like vines from a forest.The atmosphere caresses the inside of my thigh and I suppress a shiver, demanding I stay in control as the low light draws me into the seduction.

Dropping the coat from my bare shoulders, it catches in the curve of my arm.I turn slowly, watching as his eyes light up at the reveal.“Damn.Boss is gonna wanna keep you.”

I smile as I hand my jacket to him gently, allowing the soft pad of my thumb to catch and caress the back of his hand.The six-foot-five tower of scar and muscle shivers under my touch and that instills in me such a rush, my limbs begin to tingle.

“What do we call you, Sugar?”

“The sweetest thing of all, of course.Introduce me as Sin.”

“Here, for one night only!Covering for our club's very own favorite, Flick The Bean!The sexy, the scandalous and the too hot to handle!...Sin!”The announcement comes over the speaker, and as soon as my stage name is uttered, the ball of anxiety which is knotted in my core about being so out of my depth here, fades and the new me…

Well themefor tonight, breaks from her shell and struts her ass onto the stage like she was born the love child of bad choices and a steel pole.The lights blind me, heating my skin and toying with my desires to feel something so sensual, it moves hell to earth and scorches me with the flames.

Blue and purple lights flicker around the room, casting everyone in seductive shadows.Men sit in tailored suits, just like I suspected, on plush couches set around glowing tables that are filled with crystal glasses, brimming with amber liquid.I dance around the pole, some kind of knowing from the center of my chest guiding my way and thankfully, I manage to not face plant it like an amateur.

I realize as I move that it comes so fluid and so easy because I’m moving for no one but myself.It ignites a feeling in my soul that has me touching myself in a way that pushes me toward the unknown.I feel sexy and empowered and that stems from the single moment, when feeling beautiful and sexy is all that I know.

Stilettos “Cravin’”whispers against my skin and it’s like the words tattoo themselves on my flesh.

I drag my toes along the ground as I circle the pole before throwing up my leg and flipping myself upside down.My muscles burn with the strain and it dampens the black silk panties I wear under the belt I’m calling a skirt.The leather rises, my silk-clad core on full display as I let go abruptly and spiral towards the ground before catching the pole once again, opening my thighs in a seductive arch and gently settling my back to the ground and sliding away from the pole before quickly flicking myself onto my stomach and into a kneeling downward dog.

I thrust my ass in the air as the men go wild and when the song fades into a white noise and I open my eyes and come back to reality, I see how much money surrounds me.I take a moment to take in the successful and somewhat handsome men that have got themselves up from where they lounged so carelessly in their seats but now have crowded around the stage.My heart is thumping wildly, I can hear it echo within my ears as my fingers tingle from the adrenaline.My breathing, harsh and cold across my chest from the exertion.

The lust in their gaze is evident.

These men want me, and fuck if that alone doesn’t make me feel like a damn queen.

I gasp, holding my breath when in the brooding crowd a set of ocean blue eyes hold mine captive.There is a man sitting in the back of the club, veiled in the shadows that it’s almost impossible to see his features.But something about him demands my attention.

Maybe it’s in the stoic glare that to anyone else would look disinterested.But to me, it breaks me apart and lays the pieces bare to his scrutiny.My cheeks flush and I know that alone darkens my eyes, probably making him perceive me in the same way as I dance between the shadows.

I can only imagine what I look like standing up here as the sweat glistens along my skin, shining like crystallized glass gleaming against the fluorescent lighting.My eyes betray me and I swear there is a tick in his jaw so subtle in the darkness it makes me go cross eyed just trying to catch the movement.My nerve ends entwine, sparking like a wildfire and the need to move overtakes me.

Wandering off the stage and down the steps, I pass the man who announced me as he leans over his small black-velvet booth, lifted a few feet from the ground.

I have no idea what he does behind there, because all I see is a seat.

Essentially making him nothing but a man in a box.

“Don’t worry about the cash, Doll.Our guys will gather it and hand it off to you at the end of the night. Been here a while and never seen these uptight assholes, lose their shit like that before.Hell of a show.”

“Thanks.”I smile, brushing a loose piece of hair behind my ear and making my way through the crowd.

A few men request that I dance for them and as I move to the beat, something compels me to be aware of the man still tucked in the back, not yet having moved, surrounded but other important looking men.My gaze keeps fluttering back to him, and every time I do, he's already staring back at me.The songs change, each man begs me for just one more dance, but I decline, effortlessly moving around the room, until I find myself only a table away from Mr.Blue Eyes.

Turning my back on the man who asked for a dance, I grind myself on his lap completely oblivious to his hard-on and the grunts and moans that tickle against my ear.It’s like my senses have been vacuumed from the atmosphere and the only thing I know, feel, or see is the man refusing to give me a reprieve from his predatory gaze.

Rezz “Taste Of You” starts to play, and the lyrics take me away from the here and now.

I don’t know why I do it.

He hasn’t asked me for a dance.

Yet, still I sway my ass with a little extra sass right on over to him.

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