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Nora was good. She executed a graceful spin around the pole, showing us the front of her thong that had a silver star right in the middle. She spun her cowboy hat around, in sync with her hips, before giving a graceful kick and going down in a split, a smile splitting her face, white, shiny teeth on display. She wore blood red lipstick and her skin glowed gold.
Her cupid’s bow lips were calling to me. Calling to my cock. As she showed the room just howflexibleshe could be the urge to claim her—to shove my dick down her throat and fuck her mouth so hard I was painted red by the time I was through—was difficult to ignore.
She slid to her feet, did some complicated footwork that caused her tits to jiggle and jerk about. The room was cheering, and I was ready to kill them all. Even Kirill, who should fucking know better, was whistling and catcalling.
She instituted a complicated twirl that ended with her previously knotted hair swinging free in an arc like magic, her waistcoat off and the only thing covering her breasts being the fall of her mane. I shot to my feet but then remembered myself and sat back down.
Fuck.
I wasn’t exactly in the mood for sharing, and Nora Walsh was not made to be shared. The Prophet leaned in towards me. “Boy, give me a price. How much to spend the night with this one?”
I clenched my jaw, my nails digging into my palm as I told myself that I couldn’t exactly punch him in the face. It was a perfectly legitimate request, though we don’t obligate our dancers to do that if they themselves are not so inclined.
“Now, Mo… you know we don’t do that shit around here. This is a clean place.”
The Prophet gave the Chief of Police a glance. “Okay, if that’s how you wanna play it. You don’t mind if I ask her out though, do you?”
Try as I might, I could not bring myself to shake my head. “I don’t know. Let’s give her a minute. It’s her first day.”
He sighed. “Fine. But I’m calling dibs.”
No. You’re not.
I just smiled coldly. I wasn’t ready to declare my own interest publicly, but I was pretty sure that if anyone tried to touch her, I might be breaking fingers. I decided that it would be best if I left now.
I leaned in to speak to all three of them. “Hey, I gotta go deal with some shit. Enjoy the show.”
They nodded in acknowledgement, and I stood up quickly, walking away. On stage, I could see that Nora was just wrapping up her set. She had more than exceeded expectations and I was afraid that just didn’t apply to her dancing alone.
“Fuck,” I murmured to myself as I opened my office door and shut it firmly behind me.
I had made up my mind. This thing with Nora was getting resolved tonight.
CHAPTERELEVEN
NORA
Istared at myself in the mirror, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. My makeup had held up well, my lips still shiny bright red, the body lava making my skin glow faintly gold. My eyes were open too wide, caught between extreme shock and exhilaration. I knew my set had been well received, and the resulting adulation had filled me with a sense of power I’d never really felt before.
They loved me.
I’d been so nervous and worried, so sure I was about to be exposed as the biggest fraud that ever lived. I just thanked God that the costume Monique gave me to wear was comfortable. And then I stepped on stage and my inner exhibitionist took over.
To hear that crowd cheer for me, throw money at me, appreciate me… it was mind-blowing. I was still very much on a high, floating on a feeling of disbelief, and yeah, maybe even joy. I looked around me, picking up the bottle of water by my makeup bag and drank deeply, trying to come back down to earth.
The Pandemonium changing rooms were quite luxurious, all things considered. There was even a shower and a steam room, as well as individual dressers. They were unisex, but everyone was respectful. Monique ran a tight ship. I liked her. I wish more clubs had a Monique to oversee the dancers.
Still, I had questions.
Like how exactly did Celia slip through the cracks.
“Hey. You’re Nora, right?” A tall girl with an afro and the most gorgeous lips I’d ever seen took a seat beside me.
“Yeah, I’m Nora. How did you know?”
“Monique. She said there was a new girl that I should watch out for.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Why?”
