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Chapter37
Calum
Irecline on the red velvet booth of Club X’s platinum room, sipping a tumbler of expensive whiskey. My eyes are focused on the gleaming silver pole in the center of the room. Beneath it, low lights seep from the bottom of an elevated stage. The walls and floors all echo the same shade of dusty, iridescent red.
A low melody is pumped through unseen speakers, the sound brash against my ears. As I look up at the door, I see the top of the blonde’s head through the open doorway as she climbs the last few stairs.
Anticipation slides down my spine. I take her in as she mounts the steps. Long blonde hair, blown out to fall over her slim shoulders in a gleaming mass. Tawny hazel eyes, high cheekbones, a pert nose, and a small slick of hot pink on her mouth. Her lips alone are an invitation, parting as she lays eyes on me.
My gaze slips down to the rest of her body. She wears a sheer white kimono, an iridescent black bikini underneath that, and tall silver heels. Her tits are pushed up, looking small but tempting. As she stops at the door to toe off her heels, she turns and gives me a glimpse of her long legs and fantastic ass.
She’s a dead ringer for Honor. At another time, in another setting, she could be the delicate prima ballerina. The same one that broke my heart back when I was young and foolish enough to still believe in that fairytale.
She enters the platinum room quietly, tilting her head as she takes me in. “I’m Cerise.” She swings her hips as she struts toward me, her eyes wide and innocent.
Like she doesn’t work in this fucking club and make her money by grinding on strange men. Like she isn’t working me right now, trying to figure out my weaknesses.
Her feigned innocence does something to me. It makes my cock hard, yes. But it also makes me think dark thoughts.
Violent thoughts.
My mouth tightens just a little. “You can call me Mr. X.”
Her eyebrows lift just a fraction as she comes close to me, putting a hand on the velvet booth. She leans down, giving me a peek of her creamy cleavage. “You want me to dance for you, X?”
My cock stirs. Her tits are small and firm, pressed up by her bikini top. I drag my eyes up to her face, my voice erupting in a guttural rumble.
“Mr. X,” I correct her sharply. “And yes. I want you on the pole.”
She flashes me a smile. She turns, hips swaying, and heads back toward the door. “How long do you want me, baby?”
She presses a discreet button and her music comes on, sultry and low. She turns toward me, an eyebrow lifting. “Is this loud enough?”
I couldn’t care less about the music, honestly. Chances are that if it was made in the last hundred years, I won’t like it anyway.
I flap my hand, uninterested. “I’ll buy all of your time tonight, Cerise. Just hurry the fuck up. I want to see you dance like you did downstairs. That’s why I chose you.”
Her cheeks stain hot pink. She glances at the floor for a moment. “You saw me dance on stage?”
As she asks, she starts moving toward the pole. Hopping onstage, she starts to approach it. I sit back, feeling my pulse pick up.
“That’s right,” I say. I try to play it cool as though she’s not about to take her clothes off and try to make me horny. Sucking in a deep breath, I tell myself to relax.
She hops up onto the platform and starts gyrating her hips, running her hands up through her hair and down the front of her body. Her eyes close and then pop open for a moment, pinning me in place as she rubs the silky material covering her pussy.
Something about her expression, a heavy lidded innocence, really fucking turns me on. She’s like a virgin giving off fuck me eyes for the very first time.
I know it’s all a show. I know that it can’t be real. But I let myself sink into the moment, let myself be swept along by the tide.
Cerise grabs the pole and swings around it, undulating her body. I tilt my head to the side and bite my lower lip. She climbs the pole deftly, leaning out and then letting her back bow until she touches the floor with her hands. She does the splits in midair, her kimono falling so that I can see her legs and her material covered pussy.
“Take off your robe,” I order.
A little smirk appears on her face. She dismounts the pole by doing a roundoff, then gives me a sultry look. She unties her kimono slowly and then shrugs out of it, leaving her in the black bikini.
I take a sip of my whiskey, trying not to show how base my thoughts are. I’m excited by the slight curves of her hips as she dances before me. She bows before coming back up very slowly, never breaking eye contact with me.
Then she grabs onto the stripper pole with one hand and lifts onto her tiptoes. Her arm arches gracefully above her head. She leans forward, extending her leg behind me. I trace the curve as it lifts behind her.
