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She pulls herself to her full height, slaps her hands on her hips, and tips her head to look at me out of the side of her eyes. “Who gives the kisses and, more important, who gets the backrub?” She sounds wary, serious.
“Which do you want?”
She takes her time, cupping her chin with her palm in deep thought.
“I’ll give the backrub.” She pauses, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “If you let me pickwhereyou put those kisses.”
Her eyes flare wide. I think her naughty offer surprised her as it flew from her mouth.
My gaze arrows to the V at the top of her thighs. “Just like thoseblemmerels, we both think we got the best of this deal.”
With that, I lean to kiss the top of her head, then rocket out the door. If I stay another minute, one thing will lead to another and I’ll be late for my set.
Before I’m through the dressing room door, Merkin calls to me. “We’re doing a different routine for our last scene tonight.” His tone is warmer than it had been. Perhaps he realizes I want no trouble and wish to do my best on stage. “Get into your costume and I’ll show you the moves.”
On the hanger next to my station are strips of leather and metal so confusing I need tutoring on how to put them on. After a quick review of the steps, I change into my costume for the first dance and soon I’m on stage.
The steps Merkin shows me are relatively easy, and if I stay in the back row, I’ll be able to easily follow the routine.
Although I’d cautioned myself not to get my hopes up or even think about Kaida’s nephew, I can’t keep my gaze from roaming the audience, looking for the Fillion or her nephew.
When Delia arrives and shamelessly muscles her way to an empty spot at one of the tiny tables in the front row, I give her all my attention for longer than my bosses would appreciate. I can’t help it. She’s like a magnet, commanding all my attention.
I pull myself together and divide my concentration among all the people in the audience, although Delia is always at the top of my mind.
As I’m backstage, pulling on my metal helmet for the last routine of the night, the announcer’s voice booms over the sound system. “Put your hands together for the grand finale.”
The sound of ancient cymbals, brass horns, and pulsing drums builds as we file onto the stage. Although many planets still allow the barbaric practice of gladiatorial matches, I’m proud to say I’ve never watched one. I’d wager most of the people in the audience haven’t either, but just looking at the males in the review wearing our leather-and-metal garb and our brass helmets tells me the audience will go crazy for this dance number.
Although it’s hard to see through the slits in the helmet, it’s easy to find Delia again. I can’t miss Kaida and what must be her nephew, who now sits at Delia’s side.
The rhythm increases and the dancing becomes almost frenetic as we move to the pulsing beat. People are swaying, shouting, and stomping their feet as the energy in the room rises.
The steps come easily to me, almost as if they were downloaded into my brain. Rather than remembering them, I’m one with the music, owning the stage as my hips sway from side to side, then thrust provocatively at the audience.
Though I try to focus on my job, giving every member of the audience my attention, my gaze darts to Delia from time to time. It’s only when the set is almost over that I catch Kaida’s nephew’s expression. He’s focused on me and just as mesmerized as anyone else in the audience.
The volume rises, the notes coming almost too fast to keep up with. It doesn’t stop my hips from following every staccato beat, the rhythm now that of a vigorous session with a lover.
The horns blare, signaling the finale as all the instruments stop playing except for a single, steady drumbeat. The lights click off, even those in the seating area, so the entire room is bathed in darkness.
Even the drum stops so everyone in the room can hear the heavy smack of our leather-and-metal loincloths hitting the floor. A few women shout, their voices desperately demanding the crew bring up the lights so they can see us all naked on stage.
As if on cue, the lights come on, bright as the noonday sun. Each of us is standing in a straight line, our chests heaving from exertion, our bodies sheened in sweat, and our helmets covering our cocks.
It’s only after almost every person in the room groans in disappointment that we all turn in perfect unison, showing our exposed asses, then bend to retrieve our loincloths.
Chapter16
Delia
In addition to off-ship excursions, the cruise also offers classes. The next morning, I talk Jarrn, who is off work until tomorrow evening, into joining me for a cooking class.Cooking With Heat,it’s called, and from the description and the suggestion that only couples should sign up, I suspect this one’s going to be a lot of steamy fun.
When we returned to our room last night, he was super tired and hyped up after seeing Kaida’s nephew watching, so we didn’t take each other up on the kisses/massage promise. He held me in his arms all night, and that was just as amazing. I still can’t believe we’re together. I keep expecting something to happen that will drive us apart.
Maybe it’s time I relax and believe in us.
Tonight, it will be different, because he won't be worn out from dancing. I can wear him out in a different way.
