Chapter 11
Chase Atlantic – Into It plays through the speakers. My body rolls to the beat, across the floor and round the pole. I lose myself in the music, shutting everyone and everything out whilst I work my routine. Hanging upside down, fingers fumble and slip dollars into my baby pink G-string, and you always get one that tries to dip his fingers a little further than needed.
Scissor kicking my legs around, I hook my knees behind the pole before I am on the floor for the saxophone instrumental. Crawling across the floor, I drop to my front, ass up and slowly roll onto my back.
Arching my back from the cool floor, the back of my head tipped back, my knees bent and on the last beat I drop my body down before the lights darken. Heart thumping, I stand quickly and rush out the back and into the changing room.
“Loved that, slow and sensual, seemed a crowd pleaser,” Sasha says as she pops her head round the door frame.
“Thanks,” I smile at her, rummaging through my bag for my second outfit.
“See you on the floor in ten,” she winks and disappears into the evening.
Pulling out a black, lace bodysuit I pop into the changing room and slip my set off.
A couple of the girls are off, Roxy, Luce and new girl Chloe. April and Autumn are on leave.
Of course, there are more girls that work here, but we don’t really talk. I have my little friends here and I am happy with that.
Walking towards the mirror, I glance at myself.
Extensions make my hair long and wavy, in perfect beach waves. My blue eyes glisten as they roam over my body. Lace floral detail stitched into the body, mesh breast cups finished off with lace and just covering my nipples. A run of my caramel skin shows down the center and there is a mesh, denier bottom half leaving little to the imagination. Twisting round, I look over my shoulder at myself. Straps tucked over my back exposing my skin before they clasp onto the thong of the suit.
“Well, look at you.” Spinning, my eyes find Ross leaning against the door frame.
“Ross,” I breathe, pushing my fingers through my hair as I walk towards him in my ridiculous heels.
“You okay?
“Yeah, thanks,” I breathe, stopping in front of him and placing my small hand on my racing heart.
“You?” my eyes bounce between his.
“I am now that I know you’re okay.”
I give him a sweet smile, “Thanks for checking up on me.”
“Always,” he leans in, and I turn my face quickly, his lips pressing to my cheek.
“I better get going,” I whisper, letting my hand fall.
“Want to get that drink soon?” he asks, hopeful.
“Maybe, yeah…” I trail off as I walk down the corridor and to the floor.
Turning the corner I bump into a hard body. Tilting my head up I see Keaton’s boyish grin spreading across his lips.
“For fuck’s sake,” I swat him, slapping my hand against his chest.
“What?” he chuckles.
“What are you even doing here?” I hiss. “Go away,” I stomp my heeled foot like a bratty child.
“Hey, no pouting. I am just keeping watch,” and he winks just as his arm wraps around behind me and rests his hand on the small of my back. “I am allowed to, right?” his voice is raspy, my eyes glued to his, my lips parted, and I hate that he makes me feel this way. Giddy and dizzy. Wanting and needy. Horny. All the god damn time.
“Sure,” I grin, my lip curling over my teeth. “Enjoy watching me,” I snap out of my hypnotic gaze, push him back and walk past him, hips sashaying side to side.
“Fuck, you look gorgeous… your ass…”
“Fuck off Keaton,” I flip him off, but what he doesn’t see is my huge smile.
Collapsing on my bed,I don’t even have the energy to take my make-up off and I know I’ll regret it in the morning. By the time my face is buried into the pillow, I’m out cold.
Groaning, I roll over to my phone buzzing. I’m a light sleeper. Hate it. I reach around for it and see Lucy’s name flashing.
“What?” I snap, sleep evident in my voice.
“Wakey Wakey, you promised me coffee today,” she sings down the phone.
“Shove your coffee up ya ass, I’m wrecked,” I moan, and my body aches.
“That’s not nice, look, I’ll be a couple of hours and I’ll come pick you up. Go back to sleep for an hour or so then get dressed. See you later bitch.” She hangs the phone up and I face plant the pillow.
Why the fuck do I make plans after I’ve done an eleven-hour shift?
I try with all my might to get back to sleep, but I can’t.
“Thanks Luce,” frustration fills me and I am pent up.
I spend twenty minutes scrolling my phone and I see a picture of my dad and Amora. I sigh, they make such a lovely couple.
I would probably get on with her quite well.
Shame really. Oh well.
Tossing my phone into the duvet, I clamber out of bed, all limbs as I notice the make-up imprint on my white pillowcase.
Shit.
Stripping it off, I throw my bedding into the corner of the room. Peeling my clothes from my tired body, I pad heavily towards my bathroom and slip under the hot water.
Hair washed, body washed and moisturized. I felt so much better.
Placing a foot on the bathmat, my eyes widen when I see the empty towel rail. Fuck it. Rushing for the storage cupboard in the corner of the bathroom, I tug the door open and moan with frustration. Empty.
What an idiot.
I’m gonna have to shout down to Keaton.
Opening my bedroom door, I poke my head out, my skin is silky and wet and I internally curse myself for not checking before.
“Keat!” I shout and wait a moment.
My hair drips down my body, running over the curve of my breasts before rolling off and into the carpet.
Nothing.
“Keaton!” I shout a little louder and I hear his footsteps closing in, his head popping up through the stair railings and his eyes light up. “Fuck off,” I warn, hiding behind the door.
“Don’t be like that, you obviously called me for a reason… baby,” his voice is deliciously deep and my insides quiver.
“I need some towels.” I grit.
“Oh dear, should have checked before you got yourself all…” He pauses for a moment, and within two strides he is in front of me. Close. Too close. “Wet,” he growls and I clench.
My skin isn’t the only thing that is wet.
Annoying.
I mean, a little bit of weakness never hurt anyone right?
No. No.
No more of Keaton’s perfect dick.
You’re an addict.
Could be addicted to worse things, I counter with myself.
“Please,” I whisper, my fingers curled around the door.
He exhales heavily.
“Fine…” his tongue runs across his top lip slow and seductive, and my teeth are in my bottom lip without me even realizing.
“Stop undressing me with your eyes, you want me?” he chuckles, “Just say the words.”
“I want a towel, now shoo,” I brush him off with my hand, ushering him on.
Rolling his eyes, he disappears and within a minute, he is back with warm and fluffy towels. I snatch them, slamming the door shut and wrap myself up.
Once warm and dry, I make myself wet and messy thinking about him.