Page 17 of A Dark Duet

I suddenly feel intense eyes on me that feel as though they could set this place on fire. I look over at Nate and he is glaring with his fist clenched tight and the most murderous look I have ever seen, aimed right at me.

Suddenly, I pull back and stand up straight, nervous. I look at Jason and he is unaware of what is going on behind him, looking at me intently, he abruptly turns around and walks back to his table.

Nate is standing, breathing fast like he is about to lose his shit. I turn around and go back to the dressing room where I find Brie.

“Holy shit, Giselle! You have hundred-dollar bills everywhere. What are the tickets for?” she asks.

“I-I-I don’t know!” I say breathlessly. I pull them out from my garter, and they are indeed two tickets to the next Ravens game the following Monday night. That’s what he meant when he said he hoped to see me there. We count the money and it’s exactly twenty thousand dollars. I can’t believe Jason would give me so much money.

“I told you,” Brie says as she winks. Her solo we practiced is up next, and when she returns, she has the same amount of money, minus the tickets from Jace.

“Jaden didn’t look thrilled. Nate had to hold him back,” Brie says as I wait for her to end the night. I feel this could be a problem if they don’t put a stop to it and soon, but we have done nothing wrong.

Giselle

Saturday morning comes, and the car is waiting for me. It’s a black Escalade, and a door opens for me and I see Nate in the back seat. I take the captain’s chair to the left with my small gym bag. He has his hoodie over his head, and he appears to be asleep. He says nothing, and neither does Jaden as the car drives out onto the highway. I stay silent and decide to listen to music, Lana Del Rey playing on my playlist, as we reach the airstrip that has a private plane ready to take us to Vegas.

I sit on the plane, and I am offered something to drink. I opt for water, leaving the headphones in, as it is my only sanity to calm my nervousness. Jake sent me a playlist to create some dances for my next solo. I find the song and listen to the beat, concentrating when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look over and Nate is talking to me, but I can’t make out the words. I take my headphones off.

“What?” I ask.

“We’re here. Let’s go,” he says.

Embarrassed, I get up and grab my bag close to my chest, wearing sweats and a leotard with sneakers.

I let my hair down, cascading in waves around my face and down my back. I walk down the steps to an awaiting car. It’s like those supercars you see on TV, just different. Nate opens the door and I slide inside. He closes the door and gets in, revving the engine. He takes off toward his house while Jaden and the other people in his entourage leave in blacked-out SUVs.

We arrive by the time the sun is setting at the most beautiful, white, modern house overlooking the skyline. The gates open automatically and the car roars forward. He parks in front of the most impressive house with manicured lawns.

He opens the door and holds his hand for me to take it, helping me out of the car. I follow him into the house that a designer must have designed, with no traces that someone actually lives there. It’s beautiful but impersonal and lacks warmth. He shows me to a guest room with an en suite bathroom.

“You can change in here and it’s where you can sleep after ’til morning. A car will take you back to the airport,” he says.

“Okay,” is all I say.

I’m so nervous. I hope he can’t see my heart beating out of my chest. He walks me to the family room where there is surround sound where I can play my music, and a white couch that looks like a bunch of clouds. He dims the lights, giving a soft glow to the room while the sun sets.

“Your home is beautiful,” I say. He looks at me but dismisses my compliment. “I will see you here in thirty minutes.”

“Yes, of course,” I say.

Turning around quickly, I leave toward the room he said I could use, feeling embarrassed. He probably thinks I am one of those girls that only cares about wealth and trying to snag a rich guy. I brush it off and remember why I’m here.

I freshen up in the bathroom that has the most beautiful soaps and lotions, touching nothing. I want nothing he leaves here for me. He is paying me to dance and that’s it. The sooner I dance, the sooner I can go back home.

I decide to play “High by the Beach” by Lana as my song of choice, get changed into a lace bra and thong, pairing them with high black heels and thigh-highs with garter hooks. I place a satin bow tied to my lower back, right above my tailbone. I wear a robe to walk through his massive house, not giving away what I’m wearing, as I walk toward the living room.

I reach the family room and he is sitting there in a pair of gray sweats and no shirt on. I look at his muscled chest and flat stomach showing his tattoos, and my pussy floods my lace thong.

His legs are stretched out, waiting for me. I look at his face and his hazel eyes are hungry when they look at me. I decided to wear light makeup since I have to dance on his lap, finishing the touch by spraying my favorite perfume my mother gifted me when I turned fifteen, by Jo Malone.

His eyes never leave my face and body as I move to play the music on my phone. When I’m ready, I steady my breath as I untie my robe and let it slide down to the floor.

I hear his intake of breath right before the song begins and I turn around, revealing my bow as I bend over so he can see my ass with the imprint of my pussy through the thong.

I bring myself up, walk toward him, and straddle his lap on the couch. He looks at me, unties the bow, and lets it fall. I spread my hands on his chest, caressing his skin and beautiful body. Feeling the grooves of his carved muscles, enjoying the warmth his skin provides.

He looks down to where the outline of my pussy is on his hard cock as he slides his fingers along the band of my thong. I begin to move in circles to the lyrics of the song, and his dick is rock hard.

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