Page 10 of A Dark Duet

“Sure you are,” I snap.

“Is she here, too?” Jace asks.

“That’s none of your business. And do both of yourselves a favor. Stay away from us.”

“Oh, come on. It was a mistake what we said to you and Brie that night. We don’t regret the other stuff, though,” Jason says tenderly.

“Well, news update. It was a mistake for me, so piss off.”

I turn around, catching the eyes of both Nate and his manager, clearly engrossed in my little spat with Jace and Jason. I heard they play for the Ravens. They made it as pro football players, Jace the quarterback and Jason their starting tight end. Football in a small town is a big thing, and when one of their own makes it to the pros, it becomes well known.

Turning on my heels, I dismiss them and rush to the back as it’s my cue to dance. I tell Brie about my brief encounter and her eyes go wide.

“You’re shitting me,” she says.

I nod. I tell her about our little spat and the fact that we had an audience. I arrange my lace bodysuit under my robe with a matching short skirt and red fishnet thigh-high stockings complete with calf-length boots that have a five-inch platform heel.

I hear Jack announce me. I gave him my two song choices of Lana Del Rey’s “Cola”and “This is What Makes Us Girls,” mixing it up, “Cola”being last.

Echoing through the speakers, Jake’s voice permeates through the entire club. “Get ready for the sexy and beautiful Miss Money Monroe!”

I walk up in my robe, covering my body from what I am wearing underneath. My makeup is all sparkly under the lights, followed by Brie with mascara running down her cheeks for show, acting like she’s crying for “This Is What Makes Us Girls,” the lyrics describing how boys make us cry and what makes us girls.

I smile and blow a kiss to Jake and wave. The crowd cheers with catcalls at Coco and me, with her kneeling in front of the audience as I dance and twirl with different ballet moves without the need for slippers.

I spin around her, dropping my robe, revealing my lace bodysuit and fishnets under the tiniest skirt. I point at Jace and Jason, making everyone notice they made her cry from the song. People boo at them and cheer when I remove her corset top, raising her to her feet so we can dance together as if we are a couple.

We hold hands as we climb the same pole together, so we can slide down, her going first. I follow, skidding to a halt before hitting the glossy surface. No one at the club has attempted two girls on the same pole. We nail it perfectly as the crowd gives a round of applause.

Brie rushes from the stage, and “Cola”begins as soon as I’m alone. I bend over, shaking my ass, removing a garter band from my thigh. I throw it at Nate.

He catches it, and everyone wants one too, and I shake my finger in a seductiveno. I look at Nate, as Jason looks over with jealousy. Nate smirks in his direction, twirling the band on his finger, showing off his prize.

When the dance is over, the crowd cheers, throwing money in the air, falling like snow on a snow day. I walk down and place my robe over my half-naked body, walking to my tables and asking if they require anything.

Once I get to Nate and his manager, Nate looks at me and smiles with the whitest straight teeth I have ever seen. I think my panties are soaked as I instinctively squeeze my thighs together.

“I enjoyed that,” he says.

“Really?” I ask, smirking at him.

“Absolutely, I loved that you gave me something everyone else wanted, especially when you told them no. Like that asshole over there.” He points in Jason’s direction. “He’s lucky I didn’t go over there and punch his fucking face in for looking at me when you threw this at me.” He holds the garter band in the air as Jason looks over.

“Would you like to put it back on?” I tease.

He smiles as he looks up my legs from my short robe as I slip it off.

“I would love to.” He turns to the side, away from the table and I stand between his legs. He’s wearing a black V-neck shirt, and I can see a bit of lettering from his chest tattoos along the deep cuts of his chest muscles. Up close, his face is even more beautiful than I initially thought.

“I’m going to hold on to your shoulder so I can lift my leg and you can slip it on. Is that okay?” I ask.

He looks up at me and brings me close as he looks down, waiting for me to lift my leg, raising my high-heeled boot. I can’t see his expression because of the baseball-style cap he’s wearing.

“Alright,” he says.

I place both my hands on his shoulders and the electricity that shoots through me almost pushes me off balance. I think he feels it too, because he looks up when my hands are holding on to him.

His expression is one I can’t figure out, but I swallow nervously and raise my leg slowly. He slides the band up my calf with his fingers grazing softly and takes advantage by sliding both hands slowly up my leg and stops mid-thigh, adjusting the band.

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