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“Okay.” I shrug, “I can’t dance tonight, did you want me at the tables?”
“Nah, Queen got it. Just get ready.” He raps his knuckles on the door and then walks back towards his office.
I begin to pull my hair back into a high pony and decide on dark smokey makeup, might as well look as dark as I feel.
The lights are dimmed, the doors are locked, and these five men line the edge of the stage. They want to see us dance, watch us entertain, and see if we are good enough for the likes of Deluge.
“Tiny is up next and she’ll be dancing to Pony by Ginuwine.” Mouth announces and I try hard not to roll my eyes at the most obvious song.
Tiny blows us all a kiss and struts to the front and grabs the pole. Tiny is all curves but she works them perfectly to the beat. She does her number and even I’m a little hot and bothered when she comes strolling back to us in nothing but a string up her ass.
“Diamond will be dancing to Candy Shop by 50 Cent.” Mouth calls out and I can’t stop the groan that escapes my mouth.
Diamond shoots me a look before she heads out to the front of the stage. She begins her dance and I watch as Raiden leans forward, resting his arms on the glossy wooden surface. He’s not looking at her, I can tell his eyes are trained on me, and that hood does nothing to hide it.
“Queen is up and she will be dancing to London Bridge by Fergie.”
Queen claps her hands and skips out to the pole. London Bridge? Really? She’s been stripping this long and she picks London Bridge? I close my eyes and still feel the heat of his glare.
“Tempest Skeigh is up and she’s dancing to Swim by Chase Atlantic.”
My body goes on autopilot as I slowly walk to the pole. My hips sway in time with the music as I slowly start to pull the zipper down my chest, I grab for the pole and hoist myself up, spinning around it seductively.
Raiden slowly straightens from the stage and I can see his jawline under the hood tighten. I don’t have any skin showing in this leather ensemble since it’s a full catsuit and that suits me because of the still inflamed cut on my ass.
My feet touch the stage again and I pivot to face the five men in front of me. I have nothing underneath and the sweat collecting between my breasts begins to roll down my stomach. I lick my lips, close my eyes, and rotate my hips as I work the zipper down to my belly button. My breasts strain against the leather and I begin to pull it open.
"Enough." His voice cuts through all music and straight through my chest, making my heart sputter. “You were already chosen. There’s no need for you to dance.”
I look down at him and quirk my brow, why is he really interrupting my dance?
"I think we already got an idea of how you move last night." The guy to Raiden's right chuckles.
"Oh yeah?" I say to him as I lower myself to a squat, meeting him hood to eye. "When do you start cutting everyone else open and tasting their blood? Is it that particular move you're talking about?"
He doesn't answer me and I smirk as I rise back to standing. I won't be afraid of a bunch of old guys still trapped in their golden era. They can hop from club to club looking for strippers all they want, they're still just a bunch of has-beens.
I walk back to the lineup and stand there with my chest still exposed. I cross my arms and look to Carl with my brow raised. What now?
"We're missing someone." The suit calls out. "Someone else was chosen."
"Sorry Kenny, who else?" Carl strides forward. That's the suit's name and the band’s manager, Kenny Tonga.
"Hail chose Sky." Kenny says.
"Sky hasn't been in for the last few days." Carl stutters a bit. "I'll call her."
"See that you do."
Then we all stand there and watch as Kenny turns and starts for the exit with his band following single file, all but Raiden. He points his finger at me and then curls it towards him, beckoning me to him. It's like a string is connected from that finger to my soul because I walk to him without thought.
He drops his hood and I suck in a breath when I see his face. He's breathtaking and I don't mean that in the pretty sense. No, Raiden is dark and devastatingly breathtaking. His skin is the shade of sepia, silky, and decadent looking. His eyes are a unique blend of light green and gold, shining bright against his skin tone. Dark, thick lashes extend from his eyelids and nearly touch his eyebrows. His nose has the piercings on display and those lips, so sinful as he smirks.
I squat down so we are face to face and those eyes lock mine into place. I open my mouth to say something when his hand fastens around my throat, pulling me in.
"Did you misunderstand me when I said you were mine?" I want to moan at the sound of his voice but I swallow it down.
I shake my head, still staring into those eyes, and unable to look away.
