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Chapter Four
Teddy
By the time I get into the city darkness has fallen, but the streets are alive. It’s still strange to me, the bustle and crazy of the city compared to the quiet calm of the country. I grew up in the silence, the solitude, and will always love it. There’s something about the dark of night away from the city. The darkness permeates in a way it just doesn’t in the never sleeping city.
Even still, the depravity and darkness of a city alley is something else, almost equally as fun.
Dressed in black, a small smile stays on my face as I walk through the streets unnoticed by the crowds passing me by. What dull lives they all must live. Though I watch the faces as I pass, they don’t interest me until I see a flash of red ahead. My eyes narrow and I weave ahead, moving until I’m a few feet behind the woman in the stunning dress. She doesn’t notice as I slow my step to follow her, cocking my head to the side to take in the details of her outfit.
Unlike me, she is dressed to stand out. The crimson dress, the killer heels, and dark makeup all designed to attract attention. Men’s eyes follow her as she walks, and for the moment, I revel in my own invisibility.
In no real rush, I continue to follow her as we make our way to the edge of the downtown district and into the seedier areas. The further we go, the fewer people there are around us and I have to slow down to avoid attracting her attention. I haven’t decided if I’ll kill her yet, but the adrenaline and thrill of stalking courses through me, the blade strapped to my back like a sweet caress.
After twenty minutes, the woman turns down an alley and I watch from the top as she knocks on a side door and is let in a moment later. My eyes go to the front of the building and I let out a laugh.
Perfect.
As I step into the Black Rose’s Club, the heavy bass pumps through me, setting my body alight. The deep red light of the club creates shadows that dance across the room, whiffs of some kind of smoke or fog adds to the effect. It looks full, but the darkness reveals no faces, only shadows and silhouettes.
“Fifty dollars,” a voice says from beside me and I blink before turning to the man at the counter who is staring at me less than impressed. The music starts up again and my attention is brought back to the stage, which has just darkened.
“Fifty? What is this place? Isn’t this a strip club?”
The man snorts. “If you want a strip club, honey, you can head down to Baby Doll’s down the street. If you want our kind of show, it’ll be fifty dollars.”
My brows knit into a frown and a familiar urge to stab the rude man strikes me, but my curiosity has been piqued. I absently reach into my pocket and pull out a crumpled bill, tossing it on the counter before stepping in. I close my eyes for a moment and let the smells and sound take me over. Sex, sweat, leather, and alcohol all combine in a heady mix. When I open my eyes, there is a grin on my face and I make my way the rest of the way in, finding a solo table just as the stage lights turn on.
“Please welcome, Cinnamon and Steve!”
I watch as the woman in red steps out and onto the stage at the same moment a slow beat starts. I feel my face heat up, my lips part as she begins to move. I can’t keep my eyes off her as her body sways to the beat, the fabric of her dress flowing around her.
“Pretty amazing, isn’t she?” a woman's voice says beside me. I turn and see a blonde in a dress that actually looks really similar to one I own, if not a bit more revealing. She’s holding a tray with a few shots on it, and I assume she works here.
“She is,” I agree, turning my attention back to the stage where Cinnamon is still moving slowly with the music.
“Can I get you anything?” the girl asks, and I shake my head.
“I’m Lola, let me know if you need anything.”
On the stage, Cinnamon starts to pull the dress down and even my breath catches as the sight of the stunning corset beneath, red and black leather leading down to matching garters, all with small straps attached in seemingly random ways. My heartbeat picks up as the music changes and a man—who proves that men in leather pants is definitely a thing—steps out. Cinnamon turns to him with a grin, pulling out a small crop and slashing it across his chest.
My smile grows and I feel heat build at the apex of my thighs as I watch her circle him, hitting and teasing him to the beat. Even though I know it’s all part of a show, I’m completely entranced. The power she holds over such a strong and powerful man, standing there completely submissive to her ministrations. My thighs rub together, eager for friction.
“Hey,” Lola says as she approaches, and I frown.
“I don’t want….”
“On the house,” she says, sliding a drink across the table. I open my mouth to object before a cry from the stage has me whipping my attention back. My jaw drops as I watch Steve grab the crop midair, twisting it around until she’s wrapped in his arms.
“I thought she was the Dom?” I say to her, using the terminology I am pretty sure suits this place.
In a quick and seamless motion, he grabs the straps of her outfit, pushing her from the waist down and clipping them together quickly.
“Just watch,” Lola whispers beside me and I find myself nodding at her words, unable to take my eyes off of Steve and Cinnamon. Her ass is in the air, clipped as she is, as he paces behind her. She struggles against the bonds and I watch her face closely as he moves in, striking her bare ass with the crop. She cries out in pleasure and the sound of the crack makes my clit twitch. I’m glad it's loud in here because I’m pretty sure I’m panting.
“It’s all about power,” Lola says, reminding me she’s still standing there. “It’s a give and take. She has the control of the room and him, but only as long as he allows.”
“They’re incredible,” I basically whisper as the pair continue their sexual and raw show. “She likes it?”
Lola nods, coming a touch closer to me. “We all do. Like I said, it’s about control.” She pauses a moment before leaning in, breaking my attention. I look to her, noting the dilated pupils and parted lips. “My shift is almost over, I’d love to show you more of what we do.”
My eyes trail up and down her body, the slutty girl’s dress so like my own, the blonde curls, and sultry expression. A slow smile spreads on my face and I let my teeth peek out to bite my lower lip. I’ve never had someone like her before, and already my mind races with ideas.
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
