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The Devil needs his Angel.
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aria
AfterleavingSinCityTattoo, all I can seem to think about is Jameson. I have never seen someone who had their whole body covered in tattoos from their neck, arms, hands, fingers, and I am sure the rest of his body was covered too. I wanted to trace every single tattoo with my fingers to see where they would lead me on his body, like a treasure hunt. His biceps bulged with every move he made and the veins in his forearms popped as he moved that tattoo gun. I had to squeeze my thighs together without him knowing. When he touched me, it was as if an electric current was coursing through my veins, making my skin break out into goosebumps. I have never experienced that type of feeling or sensation before in my life. I am not going to lie, but I was seriously sporting a lady boner when I first laid eyes on Jameson. When he was rubbing his hand up and down my thigh, all I could think about was what else could his hands do to my body?
I want to feel wanted.
I want to feel sexy.
I want to feel desired.
Jameson, within that hour he tattooed me, made me feel all of that and more.
I told Hayley, Quinn, Caroline and Hope that Jameson knew the owner of one of the top nightclubs in Vegas and would most likely get us on the list. Hope and Hayley were flipping out since they heard Euphoria was one the hardest nightclubs to get into unless you had a way to get on their list.
Before coming to Vegas, I went shopping with the girls to find the perfect going-out outfits. I found the most beautiful top and skirt that was way out of my comfort zone. I have never worn something that is this revealing. I tend to stick to clothes that hide my stomach and make me appear thinner than I am. The last few years of our marriage, Greg pointed out my weight a lot which did not help that I have always struggled with my weight throughout my whole life. I have tried all of the fad diets through my teenage years and most of my adult years. I wanted to be what I thought was attractive. Skinny. For years, I told myself I wasn’t pretty or skinny enough and it did a lot to my psyche. But now, I am starting to love my body. My large double D breasts, wide hips, the rolls on my stomach and my thick thighs.
Once I’m finished, I take a step back to really look at myself in the mirror. Running my hands down my body, I can’t believe what is staring back at me. I know Greg would never have approved of this look and that makes me love it even more. I’m feeling confident and sexy. A scallop lace crop top with thin straps paired with a satin olive-green skirt that is cinched at the waist with a long slit on the left side, showcasing my thick thighs. I added black strappy heels to pull the look together. Keeping my short blonde hair sleek and straight, I decided on more of a bold look with my makeup. Wanting my green eyes to pop, I applied a purple and gold smokey eye with some fake eye-lashes. Finalizing with a deep burgundy lip to enhance my full lips.
The suite that Hope booked is top notch. It has four bedrooms, two of us are sharing and each room has its own en-suite bathroom with a combined living room space. Not sure how she swung this, but I love her for it.
Hayley whistles loudly as I walk into the common living space. “Holy shit, Aria! Goddamn! If you don’t snag a hot ass man looking like this, I will fuck you myself.”
Hayley is dressed in a tight, red bodycon dress that hugs her curves in the right places with red heels that are laced up to her knees. She has her blonde hair curled to perfection with her makeup matching. She looks like a damn supermodel.
I laugh at her joke. “Thanks, boo. You look like a smokeshow too, and I, too, would fuck you.”
Hope walks in, and both Hayley and I whistle at her. She’s dressed in a black leather pants that seem like a second skin, a pair of strappy heels and a black crop top. Her dark chestnut hair is pulled up into a high pony. Her makeup, she kept a little light. Quinn is our soft spoken one out of the group, but she knocked us all on our asses with her outfit. She’s wearing a bodysuit layered with a sheer black dress and black thigh high boots. Caroline is dressed to kill as well but little less crazy, wearing black skinny jeans with a burgundy lace bodysuit and nude heels. We all slayed our looks tonight. I love these girls so much and cannot thank them enough for planning this trip to celebrate with me and to lifting me up along the way. They are my ride or die for sure.
Pulling up to the nightclub, we’re all taken aback by what we see. Not only is this place hard to get into which is pretty obvious based on the line wrapped around the building, but the place is massive. It’s a two-story building with windows wrapped all around the top floor where I can see right into the club. I can see right through the windows from the line with the sea of people dancing with the lights flashing inside, and I can see the cage dancers dancing from outside. It’s like a sex show is being performed for everyone who is either a bystander or waiting in the long endless line. The lower level has no windows and is all black.
Approaching the bouncer, the girls push me in front.
The burly man in a black suit holding a tablet asks for our names.
“Aria Lewis, plus four,” I say.
He nods and moves to open the large black metal door into the nightclub. We walk through the door, it shuts loudly, and we all jump. My senses are overloaded with the scent of lavender oil seeping into the air as I walk down a narrow, black hallway that’s only lit up by red lights, all I can hear is the deep bass coming from the other end of the hallway. Once we reached the end of the hallway, we notice that there are a set of stairs leading up to the second floor. Slowly climbing the stairs one by one, at the top, there’s another large metal door, only this one is a deep red.
Hope says, “I heard we are supposed to knock on the door three times, and there’s a person who will let us in.” Hayley, Caroline, Quinn and myself look at her like Hope has grown three heads. “What? I know things…”
I raise my hand and knock three times. She was right. The door opens, and I cannot believe the sight in front of me. It’s so much more than what you see on the street looking up into the club. The same red lights that were on the lower level are more prominent, with black velvet walls all around. The cage dancers are more intoxicating up close with the way they move their bodies to the music. I notice that they’re barely clothed, that they are wearing thong underwear, thigh high leather boots, and only pastes covering their nipples. All of the women dancers are different shapes and sizes which is surprising since this is Vegas. I wish I was confident to show my body off like that wearing barely anything.
We are greeted by a tall voluptuous woman wearing something similar to the dancers except she has on a corset top with black booty shorts paired with thigh high leather heeled boots. The corset has her breasts pushed so far up, I fear they will fall out if she moves the wrong way. Her makeup is heavy but fierce. She shows us to the VIP area which is tucked a little into the right corner of the room where we have little couches to sit, a small table for our drinks with a red velvet rope sectioning us off from others. We can see the entire dance floor from where we are sitting. Below us is a sea of people dancing on one another to the beat of the music coming from the DJ booth. The lights are so low with a hint of red, making everyone more mysterious.
We ordered some drinks, a few shots to let loose, and make our way down to the dance floor in front of the VIP section. I start to feel the beat of the music and sway my body to the rhythm without a care in the world about how I look to everyone else. I have a buzz going on thanks to the shots. I feel someone wrap their arm around my midsection, and I tense up, until I notice the hand tattoo. The tattoo is a black and gray rose with skeletons weaving throughout the piece with the year two-thousand- seven stretched across four fingers. Jameson. I’m hit with the scent of sage and citrus. His other rose-skeleton-tattooed hand gently grabs my throat. I grind my hips against him, and I hear a deep growl. I let out a small smile and bite my bottom lip.
I feel his lips move to my ear, he whispers, “We meet again,Aria.I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you walked into my shop today. I couldn’t stop thinking about this body.” He takes his arm from my midsection and slides his hand down my hip and stops at the slit of my skirt. “I want your legs wrapped around my neck as I lick your sweet pussy until you are screaming and shaking. Then, I want to watch you come underneath me. Do you want that, Angel?” He licks my ear and bites it.
I let out a moan. I want that more than anything. He spins me around and my hands land on his firm chest. Shit, he is all muscle.
“Answer me, Angel.” His voice gets deeper as he demands.
Sliding my hands down his firm chest to the front of his pants and I can feel how hard he is. Holy shit, he is big and thick. I keep my eyes locked on his as I drag my tongue across my bottom lips and raking my teeth over my bottom lip, I follow his eyes follow my movements while I decide. “Yes.”
