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I give the statue a confident smile I don’t feel. “Well, too bad. I don’t scare that easy.”
He says nothing, of course. I don’t know what I thought I saw last night, but he is facing forward, looking down through the archway toward the glass dome in the center of the roof.
Shaking off the nagging fear that still hasn’t stopped creeping up the back of my neck, I pull out my phone and start my new playlist. I put it down on the ledge of the arch and think for a moment. I don’t want to just do the same thing I did last night or the first night I came. I have a few routines, but without a new outfit and with no props, one dance could easily look much like another. If I had a pole, there’s so much more I could do, but there’s nothing here even remotely usable that way.
Back at the club I used to work in, I might choose a patron and offer a free lapdance to get things moving. I look over at my big stony friend. He’s hunched forward in a position that would make it awkward, but at least he can’t get handsy. By the time my first song is wrapping up, I’ve decided.
I strip off my jacket and toss it into a corner, making a few strides around the tower while I pick up the beat of the new song. I strut over to the gargoyle with my best fuck me eyes and run my hand from his shoulder and right down his arm. I continue the movement and lower my body into a squat all the way down to the ground. Then, popping out my butt, I lift up again, rolling my body in a sensual movement that never fails to get attention.
No one is here to give me attention, but at least I’m starting to feel good. I’ve finally shaken the awful feeling dogging me all day, and I’m starting to get into the swing of it.
I put my arms around the gargoyle’s neck and move my hips so I’m grinding against him. Then I turn, undo my bra and discard it, covering my breasts with my hands until I turn to face him again. This would be more fun with a live person who’d be giving me a reaction by now. Still, I hold onto him and let my head fall back as I circle around and come back up again. Then I go in for the kill. Facing away and tucking myself between his thighs, I bend all the way forward. This move pushes my ass right against the guy's crotch and I can usually tell how well I’ve worked the room by what I feel here. Of course, my stone friend is rock hard already. And large. Very large!
That’s all I have time to take in before I realize I’ve miscalculated.
The statue is perched at the opening of the archway and to get into his lap, I precariously positioned myself right on the lip. Leaning forward would overbalance me, but I can’t take a step forward to correct. In front of me is only air.
I’m falling head first toward the roof like I’ve taken a dive. A strong, cold pair of hands grasps my hips, hauling me back against a big body that, while hard, is most definitelynotstone.
SEVEN
William
She almost tips over the edge of my alcove and head first onto the roof below. I reach out before I even realize I can do it, my limbs acting without my conscious direction. Then my hands are at her hips and I am pulling her back against me, wondering if I’ll ever be able to let her go.
The way she reeked of fear the other night I thought I’d never see her again. I wanted so badly to say something. To tell her that it was alright. My damn jaw wouldn’t unlock, though, so I was trapped in the prison of my stone form as she ran from me. Now she’s back and my hands are full of her perfect curves and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Only I know that can’t be true, because the only place a sinner like me ends up is hell.
She’s soft. So soft and warm, she smells like the most luscious flower that ever bloomed. Her skin is supple under my grip and I’m terrified at any moment my sharp claws will pierce her flesh.
The woman screams and struggles in my hold. I try to turn, to step off my perch, but my feet are still stone. “Please don’t be scared.” My voice is rough after so long. I have to clear my throat. “Please don’t be scared. I only want to keep you safe.”
She twists and I spin her carefully around to face me, still holding her nearly naked body so she doesn’t fall. She tilts her head back to stare up at me. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t scream again. “Promise?”
“I swear it. I would never harm you.” My answer is instant. A gargoyle cannot lie, but these words are the truest I’ve ever spoken.
“What are you?” She’s still staring up at me, but she’s not struggling any longer.
