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The man let out a gruff chuckle, putting out his cigarette and checking his watch. “I have you for half an hour, let's not waste it with you talking. Just dance.”

“That's all you want? You don't want anything else from me?” Stepping to the edge of the stage, I ran my hands up over my breasts and squeezed them hard. “Because I'm good for more than just dancing.”

He sat quietly, his already dark eyes turning jet black. “Dance.”

The way he said it sent a shiver up my spine. There was power in his voice, and a part of me was afraid to not follow his orders.

But that small flicker of fear was nothing compared to what my owner would do to me if I didn't bring him more money.

“Baby, don't be shy, I won't bite.” Sitting on my knees, I curled my fingers over the edge of the stage and arched my back so my ass went up high. “Unless you want me to. In here you can have anything you want, there's no rules, no one to tell you no.”

“Did you not hear me?” he asked. I watched him through the smokey haze that was filling room as he gently slid his thumb back and forth over his fingertips.

Moving my legs off the edge of the private stage, I walked towards him, adding a little extra kick to my hips. “I heard you just fine,” I said, running my finger up his arm as I moved to his side.

Tracing his shoulder, I let my fingers play with the soft hair at the base of his neck as I leaned over to rest my lips against his ear. “But men don't come here just to see me dance.” Blowing cool air across his lobe, I saw his muscles clench. “Tell me what you came for.”

With strong fingers, he gripped my wrist, pulling me back in front of him. The black lights made his teeth glow bright and his eyes turn into the darkest shade of night I had ever seen.

Shifting in his seat, I could see he was hard, the tip of his cock perfectly outlined beneath his pants. Forcing my lips to curl, I bit my bottom lip and smiled.

“You're enjoying this, it's easy to see.” Reaching forward, I went in to grab his cock.

With fierce resistance, he snatched my hand before I could touch him. “I said dance,” he barked through clenched teeth. “So fucking dance.”

I wasn't sure why he unsettled me so much. His tone hit a nerve, it was so ominous and deep, my heart stopped inside my chest. My lungs hitched at his demand, and for a second, I couldn't breathe.

Taking in a deep breath, I gathered myself, forcing my body to do what it was being ordered to do. I wasn't going to go against what he wanted, he made his choice.

“As you wish.” Rocking my body, I gyrated my hips, moving my hands all over my chest and stomach.

“Not here, on the stage.” Flipping a finger, he pointed behind me. “I came for a show and that's what you're going to give me.”

I did as I was told. I danced.

Glancing at his watch, the man stood up, adjusting his blazer as his back snapped square. “Time's up,” he said, flipping some bills onto the edge of the stage.

Running a hand across his jaw, his eyes captured mine for a brief moment. I was frozen in place as his eyes washed over my body. The way he looked at me made my skin flush and the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

And then he was gone. The room suddenly felt colder, darker, emptier. And so did I.

I couldn't explain it in words, but I felt different.

Staring at the door, I bent down and picked up the money. Counting it out, he had left me over five hundred dollars. Far more than a single dance should ever cost.

Standing on the stage, I fumbled with my lip, not sure how to process exactly what had happened.

There was no talking.

There was no touching.

There was no sex.

It was just a pole dance in the darkness between two strangers.