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The lights went down and back up to half light, indicating that the show was about to begin. A few people still milling about took their seats and my heart started to race.
Spotlights lit up the stage as a curtain drew back, revealing five dancers with a set of giant feather fans obscuring everything except for their faces and below their knees. Luna stood in the middle of the group, her smile as bright as the spotlights, her hair sparkling, and her feet adorned with impossibly tall shoes. The silver straps wove up her legs in a crisscross pattern and I could absolutely see how she could embody her stage name. Selene Stardust. She definitely looked like an otherworldly moon goddess up there.
The swish of the fans revealed tantalizing glimpses of skin and a sheen of glitter. I scanned the faces of the other dancers, freezing in a moment of abject horror when I recognized my pole dancing instructor. Auggie knew Luna? The moment he saw me here, he would be able to put two and two together and our secret would be out.
I whipped my gaze back to Luna, the other dancers twirling in elegant movements to obscure and reveal her in equal measure. She moved like water, smooth and sensuous, like she was made for the stage, and I was unable to look anywhere else. A thigh winked into view, luminous pearls held together by sparkling silver chains draped over her skin. Her perfect ass appeared next and my brain helpfully reminded me of how many times I’d had my hands on it.
Heat flushed through my body at the knowledge that everyone else here was seeing exactly what I was seeing. I couldn’t be mad about it. Luna’s body was a work of art, and who was I to get upset if she chose to share that piece of art with others?
A flare from the spotlight illuminated the dancers, fans lifting briefly to expose every sinful inch of skin glowing in the light like diamonds, before everything went black.
The world slid into slow motion. I wasn’t equipped to feel lust around an audience. I had no experience with this sort of venue, or a person like Luna who was so utterly confident. I struggled to breathe past the surge of inadequacy. But then the spotlight clicked on again and Luna was lowered into sight, perched on an ornate silver crescent moon. The pearls were gone, replaced by a two-piece silver bodysuit that wrapped around her neck and sat low on her hips.
I dug my fingers into the chair arms to keep myself rooted in place as the moon was exchanged for a hoop and she swung through the air, the tips of her toes stretching out as far as the audience. I held my breath, the overwhelming plumes of alpha scent filling the air around me. They didn’t know her. They didn’t know about the sweetness and the fire that lurked inside her, or the fierce need for control, or the bonds of loyalty that ran deep into her bones. Did they care about any of that?
Before I knew it, her time on the hoop was over and I cursed myself for not having absorbed every microsecond of it, too lost in my head. I could worry about their appreciation of the depths of Luna later. For now I used the group performance to steady myself.
Next, red aerial silks descended from the ceiling. They parted with a flourish, Luna’s hands tossing them aside so she could step into view. She was like the moon herself on stage with both bodysuit and skin glowing. She took off with a flying spin, twisting through the air and lifting herself into an upside-down split. I was still utterly fascinated how she knew how to twist the fabric, to use her strength to make it look like she had complete control over gravity. Luna spun head over feet, climbing the silks as if the laws of physics meant nothing to her.
What was she thinking about while she did this? Did she worry about falling? I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that.
Luna lowered herself into the splits, the silks wrapped in smooth coils down her legs. When she touched down on the stage once more, Auggie and another male omega I didn’t recognize stepped out, wrapping her between them and peeling off what little clothing she had on until there was nothing but skin and glitter. I swallowed hard at the way they put their hands on her, at the dip of their mouth against her throat and a soft sound she made in response.
She pushed away from both and scaled the silks, climbing higher and higher while wrapping the silks around her waist. I knew from her next moves what was coming and I was still unprepared for it. She fell in a death spiral, the silks uncoiling until they caught her by the ankles, her fingertips brushing the stage.
The lights blinked out and I detached my fingers from the chair, flexing my hands to relieve some of the tension. If I had my way, I would catch her from every fall, but she didn’t need me to do that.
Before the next performance, servers came around, taking drink orders. Luna’s boss moved through the crowd, insisting I order something, his treat. I ended up ordering Luna’s signature drink, a twisted mango lemonade that was heavy on the rum. It didn’t taste or smell quite like her, though it did make me briefly wonder if this was what she would have smelled like blitzed at a college party.
Between the drink and the new group number before the final act, I had mostly settled. Not a single one of the other dancers held any allure for me. All my brain and body wanted was Luna.
The next time she appeared, it was in a flash of fire that had half the audience jolting. A hoop dotted with little torches swung around her hips. Her hair was collected against her head so it didn’t catch fire as she whipped the hoop up and over, swinging around her arms as a sling of fabric lowered from the ceiling. She did some sort of witchcraft that got her ankle securely hooked in it while keeping the fire hoop in motion. All the lights were low and Luna was lit up by the spinning flames, the patterns dancing across her skin mercurial and beautiful. Luna spun impossibly fast, the hoop around her waist, body suspended upside down inside the torrent of fire before it slipped down and she tossed it into the wings where it winked out and the stage lights went dark.
She made her appearance again a few moments later, dashing across the stage and taking a flying leap at the far pole. Her body careened around it and Auggie appeared, chasing her down, catching her with an arm around her stomach, spinning them both to press her back against the metal.
My breath caught in my throat. She struggled against him, and even though I knew it was all for show, I had to swallow back a growl. Auggie took both her hands and pinned them above her head before she managed to wiggle free and took off at a run to the opposite side of the stage. She flew around that one too, Auggie leaping to join her, the two of them moving in a graceful spiral through the air. She hadn’t told me about this game of cat and mouse. My mouth went dry, my cock tented in my pants, and I had to keep reminding myself that she didn’t need me to save her.
The two of them scaled the central pole and Auggie caught her by the ankle, the music coming to a crescendo as he pulled Luna straight off the pole and she swung down, the momentum of her controlled fall twirling the two of them. Her hands wrapped around the pole from below and Auggie released her ankle, letting her flip down and land, sinking to her knees. Rain cascaded from the ceiling over the central pole, falling into a wide shallow basin easily big enough for Auggie to stretch out. They danced across the stage, the droplets of water flickering like diamonds, as Luna retreated and Auggie pursued. Bodies shifted around me, alphas adjusting themselves, some with more discretion than others.
All the display made me want to do was to drag Luna backstage, to put my hands on her and assure myself that she was safe before I put her down on her knees and let her show me.
The longer the standoff with Auggie went on, the less Luna resisted, until the two of them were suspended, Auggie’s wrist in a small stirrup, and Luna’s arms around his neck as they spun in the cascading light. When they both hit the stage again, Auggie tossed her straight over his shoulder, deft fingers undoing the strings that held her outfit in place. She fell backwards into the water, Auggie’s grip on her hips saving her from smacking into the floor. He flipped her over, using her hair to lift her up and expose her to the audience. Muttered curses and obvious shifting around me were drowned out by the thunder of my blood in my ears.
Luna was exquisite. Somehow both vulnerable and in control in a way I didn’t quite understand. I licked my lips, muscles trembling with the effort to stay still.
Every movement had water kicking up, accenting the flourishes and sensual display. Auggie’s body hovered over hers, and they stripped down every bit of remaining clothing. I flexed my fingers again as their hips drew together. She hadn’t mentioned having sex on stage, so I could only assume that it was an impressively choreographed simulation. I was under no illusions that the sounds she made when we were together were just for me, and she replicated so many of those on stage that I couldn’t help the heavy weight of confusion that sat in my gut.
With both of them completely exposed, Auggie lifted her hips, pressing the two of them together before they both crashed back against the water, the flaring spray interrupting the view the same moment as the lights went dark.
I ordered another drink when the servers came around, with a request to make the second one lighter on the alcohol. I spun the glass in my hands, eagerly awaiting Luna’s return. I needed her to know how proud I was of her, how strong and beautiful and mind-blowingly talented she was. I was too eager to get this goddess on earth back to her apartment, where I could worship her appropriately.
The curtains closed and Auggie and I disappeared off stage, easily navigating in the low light. We toweled off as quickly as we could, and I had three people tackling my hair, spritzing in some smoothing serum, and wielding diffusers while I finished drying and pulling on a fresh slinky silver dress.
Individual performers would be on the two outer poles to keep the audience entertained before Auggie, the other dancers, and I would be out on the floor. Once my mass of curls was dry and shining, I pulled on my shoes and beelined for Luca. I parked myself on his lap and drew him into a kiss, heedless of who was looking at me. They would probably think he was a new top patron, since I didn’t normally get this touchy with people in the front room.
“Hi there,” I said softly as I drew back. Luca’s cock was tented hard beneath me and I gave it a teasing wiggle.
“Hi there, yourself. That might’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
