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Gritting my teeth, I stroke my dick, beating it as the rhythm of the music blazes against my ears. My head turns sideways, neck straining, and my locs fly, swinging and hitting my shoulders. Hissing, I grunt, stopping mid-stroke.

"Fuck," I snarl, removing my hand.

"Damn," calls Ashari, rapping against the door. "You still in there beating your dick?"

"Mind your fucking business," I state, rising from my seat. I swing open the door that separates our private spaces from the main dressing room, half-hard dick out, while my pants hang at my hips.

Ashari glances at me, dropping his eyes to my dick before shaking his head. "Cover that shit up."

"I can't go out only half, man. I'm a grower," I explain.

"Watch some porn or some shit."

He says this like I don't already know this. I've been working as a stripper here for eight months. I know what to do, but sometimes, shit don't be working.

"Are you planning on putting any piercings in? The women seem to love it," he states.

"It's not that time of the month," I say.

He stares at my face for a beat. "I don't want to know."

A chuckle rolls from deep in my belly. "I need help, man."

"I can't make your dick hard for you."

"No shit."

"Look," Ashari says, meandering toward the door. "What's always helped me is picturing my ideal woman. Shit works like a charm."

I sit on the chair, ass pressing against the luxurious cloth. Nyx and Eos would have my ass, but they already did their check for the night, so I'm safe.

"I don't have one," I say with a shrug.

"Bullshit." He fixes his holster for the gangster outfit he is wearing for his set. "Everyone has one. Start thinking with your dick and your brain."

He shuts the door, and it slams, echoing in the quiet. The soft thumps of music vibrate the walls. Tonight, I'll be going after him, so I have about thirty minutes to get my shit together. It shouldn't be a problem. I get pussy, just like everyone else... well, everyone except nerdy-ass Adwin. Boy is as clueless as they come when it comes to women outside of dancing. Must be that musical rhythm he picked up at Grambling.

Stretching my legs, I extend myself and shut my eyes. Hand on my dick, I caress the tip. A shiver rolls along my spine. Unlike usual, the piercings through the tip and shaft aren't present. If they were, a simple tug would suffice to get me rock hard.

Focusing, my brain whirls, crafting a woman with large breasts and massive hips. My dick throbs, thickening in my hand. Her brown skin glows in the faint lights. I roll my palm along my balls, cupping my sack, letting my imagination run wild. Her body is riddled with curves, each one supple and lush. Precum spurts from the tip of my dick, and I roll my finger over it, coating my skin. It's not enough. Something about this woman is wrong, but I can't figure it out. My head cocks to the side, and my dick jolts. Her warm brown skin transforms, switching to onyx. It darkens before my eyes, and her hair, which was once dark brown lightens. It changes quickly under the flashing lights until it’s white. Onyx skin and white hair on her… Glitter coats her arms. My balls grow heavy, and I roll my hand, twitching my wrist on the caress down. I beat my dick, rubbing it from base to tip, and adding more precum.

"Shit," I whisper.

Inside my mind, the lights flash, and moonlight shines, setting a glow to her white hair. It frames her face, falling in short coils. At the top of her head, the rest of her hair curls, forming a smaller halo. Two small horns hold that fucker up. My dick pulses, and I hiss, teeth grinding together. Lips coated in red smirk. Dark brown eyes pierce my flesh, burrowing within me. I beat my dick harder, stroking myself faster. My spine tenses, and I pause my glide. Exhaling, I open my eyes and drop them to my dick. It sits at attention, veins thumping as blood moves. I pull off my pants and slide on my red sparkly boxer briefs. I move my dick to the side, angling it so the tip lies against my right leg. Lifting my gaze to the mirror, I grin when I spy the pipe against thicker thighs. My briefs are short and tight. With one bad move, my entire dick could fly out the side, which is just what I want.

I lather myself with some baby oil, adding extra to my pectorals. Midnight Ember owners are very strict when it comes to how men look here. If I were human, I'd say the twins, Nyx and Eos, were insane. No way in hell a normal person could have an eight-pack, work out for ten hours a day, and still manage to have a life. But being supernatural is different.

I slide on a new pair of light wash denim jeans, a crispy ass white T, and my red leather vest. With ease, I glide my black chaps, checking the red lining in the mirror. I lace my belt through the hoops, pop my red, singed cowboy hat on my head. My locs hang, dripping to my fucking shoulders as I run my hand along the rim. The black band around the base only adds to my swagger. I grab my lasso and check the time.

I walk to the door, swinging it open as Adwin comes in. The music changes, spinning to regular dance songs as I make my way to the stage. Smooth R&B blasts through the speakers. Lights flicker along the pathway I take, and I glance out toward the crowd. Women whistle, running their hands over my flesh. Some grip my arm; others go for my hand, while another raises my shirt, caressing my naked chest. I know better than to stop and make some quick cash before my set. Nyx would beat my fucking ass if I didn't go on time. Eos would likely help, and that's not even mentioning Yue.

I take the steps to the VIP level and lift my chin to the men guarding the door. They open this side right away, letting me pass. I step inside, watching some of the amateur guys trying their best to shake it. I don't stay for long, walking through it entirely until I get to another massive double door. This area is right above the stage, which is just what I need.

I wait for DJ Tide to spin my intro track. My back itches, and I roll my neck, huffing out a breath. The skin along my spine spreads, tingling as it vibrates. My shoulders roll, and a grunt exits my mouth. Heavy stone falls from my body in waves. The humans behind me gasp, their breathing growing louder as they view part of my form. Spreading my wings, I catch myself in the mirror. Huge, closed bat-like wings lie on my back, towering over me and nearly hitting the ground. My wings open, taking their full form. They extend far, almost making it impossible to go through the door. Gasps echo behind me, adding to my ego. I show off for them for a minute, but it won’t matter. This place is magically enchanted, and the second they leave the doors, they’ll forget every supernatural element here, remembering only what the dancers look like as humans.

Lifting my lasso, I sway it in the air, spinning it around my head like a halo. The music grows louder, a country track blaring. With a grin, I jump toward the ceiling. Yue, the designer and the one who keeps the club expanding, must have known that supernatural creatures in here are out of their damn minds. When I rush toward the ceiling, it ripples. Vibrations flicker along the ceiling as it expands upward, growing from my flight. Yue never does anything half-assed. If I were anywhere else, I’d be worried about being found out by humans. But Yue has that covered too. Every night, humans forget everything they see if they happen to see our shifted forms.

Brightness catches my eye. Dozens of chandeliers appear, spreading along the area as I hover in the air. The lights dance below me, and my eyes scan the floor. White hair stands by the door. Her face tilts, and she locks eyes with me as she grimaces. A chuckle leaves my mouth, and I dive toward the stage, wings fluttering. A gray film covers my eyes, taking over my vision.