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I don’t take my eyes off her. My hand moves to the button and zipper on my dress slacks. I’m already hard from her pole dance, my body raging at me to grab her, bend her over. The fantasy in my mind has me reaching in and running a fist over the smooth skin of my cock.
She dips down, her tits on display.
Up and down I stroke, squeezing my aching cock.
Her hips swivel and her legs spread wide.
I bet she smells amazing, the perfect mixture of musk and honey.
Pre-cum dribbles from the head and I use it to lube my strokes.
She throws her head back and her lips part.
I pump harder and faster.
She faces away from him, bending over, her juicy ass in his lap. His head falls back.
I can feel my own release building, imagining my teeth sinking into her skin, marking her.
I keep pace to the sway of her hips, and when she rolls her body, I imagine driving in and out of her, circling my hips, and using my body to press against her clit. We’ve been apart for two years now. I would work her body over and drag her orgasm out until she screamed my name. I’d bite her, lick her, suck all the places that make her moan and gasp. I love when she sounds like she can’t breathe until I slide back into her.
Jade twirls faster and faster. Her skin glistens. Her muscles tense before she drops to her knees, her gaze up, just like the good girl she is when she sucks my cock.
I’m fucking done for.
That look, those lips. She pushes me over the edge.
I can’t keep my eyes off of her, locked in her trance, I come. Long and hard.
The music ends and Jade leaves the room with one last lingering look at the mirror. The poor asshole who enjoyed her slumps in his chair. I’d bet a million dollars he just came in his pants from that experience. Cleaning up my own cum in a napkin, I shove my cock back in my pants and breathe. A lot can change in two years. We might never cross paths again. And if she ever finds out the strings I pulled tonight, she might run. She might hate me more.
Two years until I will have fulfilled the new binding agreement. I have to be away from Jade, but it’s worth it. She is safe and that is all that matters.
ChapterTwenty-One
Jade
2 years later…
Suit guy is back.
I don’t know why that knowledge thrills me so much, but it does. He keeps hidden in the shadows, but I know it's the same man. Tall, his knees touch the seats in front of him, he looks bulky, muscular, athletic, like he’d be able to hold me against a wall and devour my pussy on his knees, without getting tired or his arms getting sore. I would recognize his build in any crowd. He’s made appearances at La Flor Event Club for the past two years at least six times. And every time, I’m captivated by him. I imagine he’s there for me, that he can’t take his eyes off my performance, and he leaves wanting more.
The other girls have seen him too. We often try to catch sight of him after the performances, but he always vanishes. My girl, Lyla, is convinced he’s a celebrity or part of the royal family. Although he never has paparazzi following him. I daydream he is a businessman from another country, loaded, and here for the escape.
I recently choreographed a new piece and he happens to be my muse. He doesn’t even know me. I have no idea what he looks like. It's the excitement that got to me. I haven’t choreographed a dance in years, not since Onyx. Not since my world fell apart. I can feel this man’s gaze on me now, burning a path down the exposed skin of my legs, while I sit perched on my hoop, waiting for my cue and the music to start. My eye makeup sparkles gold, my lips red. All I have on is a men’s white dress shirt over the sexy surprise underneath and a black tie around my neck. I wonder if suit man notices yet that he’s my inspiration?
Halsey’s “Trouble” starts and I fling my body backward through the hoop. The crowd gasps and some scream. I have to focus on the song and not their reaction or I might laugh. My legs force the hoop to twirl. I loosen the man’s tie around my neck and let it act as a bind for my hands.
I drop down and swing in a circle from the hoop before sliding my leg through and pulling myself into a dove position. The lights create a magical show and the buttons on my shirt come halfway off. I glance at the crowd, and lick my sparkling red lips.
I stand on the hoop, and complete a complicated set of mirages. I hold on to the hoop with one hand and bend my body backward. The hoop sways and moves, up and down. The crowd goes crazy. The button-up shirt falls off completely by the time the song hits the hook.
I can feel Halsey’s lyrics in my soul, her words make my heart bleed all over the floor below me while I glide through the air. I haven’t felt as powerful as I do when I’m untouchable.
I sit back on the hoop and spread my body through it. The crowd catches the sight of the lacey, white undergarments, and I hear the cheers, whistles, and clapping. My hair falls in waves down my back now. I reach my hand toward the crowd, to the man in the suit, whose elbows now rest on his knees, just in time for the waterfall.
I’m soaked and the hoop spins and spins. I flip, dive, and twirl along with it. My veins are spiked with adrenaline. I have no fear, and that makes my performance legendary.
