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When I step through the door, the lights are dimmed very low and I can only make out the shape of a man sitting in the booth across the room in the shadows. The hair on my arms stands on end and a tingle works its way down my spine. I get to pick the music, so I move to the player and start an Eminem song I like. I need the hard beat to get over whatever is happening to my body. “Shake That” starts and I grab the pole and hoist myself up. I spin around and down it, flexing my ass muscles as I gyrate against the pole. Through most of the moves I’ve kept my back to the man, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling his eyes on me. I keep moving around the pole, my ass shaking, just like the song says. My palms are starting to sweat from the intense feelings radiating toward me and how I’m feeling.
The song comes to an end just in time.
“Pick a slower song and bondage your wrists,” a deep voice says from across the room. The voice hits me in my chest and I pray my imagination is getting the best of me.
That I’m wrong.
Because he can’t be here. He can’t be.
* * *
Declan
Ifollow my contact’s suggestion and am shocked when I pull up in front of the gentleman’s club. Scarlett’s is classy without being gaudy or over the top. I pay the high entrance fee and move inside.
I watch the first couple of shows and am about to leave when they announce the next dancer. Something tells me to stay. I’m completely shocked and almost run for the stage to pull her from it. She isn’t stripping, but what she’s doing is bad enough. Men are watchingmywoman dance. I knew she studied dancing for years, but she’s breathtaking. Her body is honed muscle instead of soft like it used to be. She has tattoos across her body that used to be virgin skin. I’ve seen most of it.
The night she presented herself to me she was in a skimpy negligee and not one hint of ink. Her hair is colored a darker red, and her skin is tan. She’s more beautiful than I remember. I take in her costume. The ropes wrapped around her wrists, forearms, and shins arouse me. I wonder if the fibers and feel turn her on.
I request a private dance with my girl, but the hostess informs me she is working the group rooms next. I can have a private room after that.
I head to the group rooms and watch her again. This time she dances with a silk loop of fabric versus the ring from the main stage. My cock hasn’t gone down since she stepped onto the first stage. My zipper is digging into my flesh, leaving teeth marks behind. Shouldn’t have gone commando under my slacks.
Her dance ends, and I’m shown to the private room I requested. It isn’t long before she enters and takes to the pole. I’m stuck in my seat. Per house rules, I can offer song suggestions and ask for a few props, but I can’t touch her. I can’t talk to her more than those few things. I know they are watching this room. I clocked the camera as soon as I stepped into it. I need to get to her. I need to find out why she’s here.
Why she ran.
As the Eminem song comes to an end, I decide I’m going to find out how she likes bondage. I tell her to pick a slower song and to bind her wrists. She walks over to the wall where she inputted the first song and searches for a moment. She then walks over and pulls out a set of handcuffs she can get out of if necessary. I’ve seen them before. Used them myself on subs.
I love that she isn’t questioning me, but I saw the flare in her eyes when she heard my voice. She starts the music, and “Porn Star Dancing” fills the room. It’s not my first thought for a slower song, but she proceeds to dance with the cuffs. They are on her wrists, and she uses her hands carefully. At one point she drops them off one wrist to let the other end hang. She then positions herself against the pole with her arms behind her. Her breasts are pushed out and begging for me to touch them. Her body moves seductively up and down the pole. I wish I could touch her. Because of the cuffs, she doesn’t climb the pole, but she holds on to spin on it. She ends the dance with her back to me and her ass in the air.
“Slower song, beautiful.” My voice is gruffer than I want it to be. “No cuffs. Show me what you’d do to me.”
She bites her top lip. She isn’t sure if it’s me, but she is wondering. I keep to the shadows.
Finally, “Ride” starts, and she dances so slow and moves her body in ways that fill my head with images of her riding me. She pulls her braided hair up and touches her body. She uses the pole only to lean on as she touches herself. Fuck, if she dances like this for other men, I’ll have to kill every motherfucking one of them.
I’m done.
She’s mine now. No more waiting. I’ll take her any way I can have her and pray she wants me still.
As the song comes to an end, I jump up and move. Her eyes widen when she sees me. Her lips pop open, and I want to kiss her so badly that I can almost taste her. I never kissed her before because I knew if I got a taste of her, I would never let her go. Well, too late now. She’s mine.
Callie turns and runs out the other door as soon as I’m close enough to grab her. My hands grip air. I move to follow her, but a big guard steps in front of me.
“You go back out that door,” he says and points.
“I need to talk to her,” I growl. We are the same height, but he’s way more muscular than me.
“Sarina can’t talk to you.” He uses her stage name. “Go back to the main room.” He points again and crosses his arms across his chest. His jacket strains across his massive arms.
I nod and turn for the door. I know she’s going to run, so I head out the main entrance. Making it to my rental, I slide in and watch as a private car with dark tinted windows pulls up. A man gets out, followed by another. The first man is clearly a bodyguard, and something about him looks familiar. My eyes move to a second, smaller car pulling up to the back door. I positioned my car so I could see both the front and back entrances. I watch as Callie gets into the back of the smaller car. She looks all around her surroundings but doesn’t turn to see me. I focus on her and ignore the guard and bigwig.
I follow Callie at a distance. She is still looking around to see if she’s being followed. The car pulls up to a high-rise apartment complex. I park as soon as I can and take off on foot. As I step through the lobby, I spot her standing at the elevator. She turns to look at me, and I watch as her head drops and she shakes it.
She thought she could run from me and get away again. She doesn’t have a clue her brother is on his way and will be here within the week. We have to get this figured out because I know her family is very conservative and won’t put up with her dancing. I think that’s one of the reasons Carter hasn’t really gone for the girl he likes. That and she irritates him every chance she can by arguing with him.
When I get close, I drop my hand to the small of Callie’s back. I don’t say anything, but she knows she isn’t getting away from me now. The elevator doors open, and we step inside. I crowd her to the wall and am about to finally have her lips under mine when there’s a commotion behind us. I turn my head to see an older couple join us in the elevator. I step back but remain close enough. The woman looks at Callie and shakes her head in disapproval. It’s then that I look down at her outfit and smile. She really was going to try to run from me.
