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She’s exactly the distraction I need tonight.
If only for a night.
Hell, maybe for just an hour.
It takes effort to peel my eyes away from her to look down on the base of the stairs leading to her cage.
Last time Shane and I were here, one of the male employees stood bodyguard and wouldn’t let me pass, his eyes a warning stare that kept me from getting too close to her.
He’s not here tonight, though. And the rules of this club are that dancing with these girls isn’t off limits … just as long as they approve the company.
They get paid well for what they allow, I’m sure. And if it costs me every last dollar I have in my wallet, I’m willing to pay the price of feeling nothing for an hour or two.
Not nothing, I guess.
But something other than the anger and pain that comes with all the fucked up parts of my life that appear to have returned and are knocking on my door.
Finishing my beer, I order another, pay for it, then push away from the bar to approach her cage.
She’s still lost in the music, completely unaware of her surroundings and the predator stalking towards her.
Not that I’m normally the type of guy a woman needs to worry about. There isn’t a sick bone in my body. But I do have moods, some of them more genial than others.
Tonight is about finding a good time.
It’s about bleeding out something toxic that’s poisoning me slowly.
I’m not approaching her to make a friend. I’m heading her direction simply to use her for what she can provide me.
A distraction.
A release.
An hour or two of something that can help me forget everything that’s not right in my head.
Climbing the stairs, I keep my stare locked on her, enjoying how she’s lost to something else, completely unaware I’m so close.
I reach her cage and grab one of the bars above my head with one hand, and take a sip of my beer with the other.
It’s theft, really. This stolen opportunity to study her up close while she dances without a care in the fucking world.
To see this woman at a distance is enough to make your heart pound a little faster, but to see her up close is something else entirely.
Her body is perfection, at least for a man like me. Slim in all the right places while stacked in others.
She’s the type you could double fist her ass and pull her to you, her tits high and tight, bouncing to the beat of music just as much as her hair.
Everything is toned and strong, her arms, legs and stomach just begging to be explored with my fingertips or my tongue.
Not that it’ll go there. Not tonight. I’ve never paid for sex and I don’t plan to start now. But if there was ever a woman who could convince me to do it, it’s this girl.
I’m not sure how much time passes that she continues dancing while I stand a breath away, so damn close that I’m surprised she can’t sense me staring at her.
She’s that lost to what she’s doing, so far gone from this moment and everything around her that I can imagine her becoming the music.
And fuck…she can move.
I’m as lost to her as she is to the beat and I can’t imagine anything more beautiful or intriguing.
