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DANTE

The purple and blue lights in the questionably clean bathroom sputtered as they cast an ethereal hazy glow across Kat’s perfectly dark brown skin. She glistened with sweat as the pastel lights soaked her in a dreamy blend of color. Everything about this moment with her was absolute perfection. She was perfection. And I couldn’t look away, too enticed by her existence. I felt drunk and high all at once, entrapped by her entire being, as I savored her wetness. I stood in one of my favorite places—the space between her thighs—as she sat on the glitter dusted sink counter of the club bathroom, panting from her orgasm. I couldn’t help but to grin, knowing just how good I made her feel.

“Oh, you’re such a good boy.” Kat grazed her fingers up the side of my face, twirling her fingers around my hair before she yanked me up to stand. Then she trailed her hand up my chest and lightly wrapped it around my neck. The sting from her claw-like fingernails was a welcome jolt of light pain as she pulled me down, my lips to her own. “Now come here and let me clean you up before you take me hard and fast, baby.”

Kat kept her hand gripped gently around my neck as she took her time and licked her arousal from my chin before kissing me with purpose. All I could do was moan as my body tensed, enjoying her touch and fighting back the urge to come.

Oh fuck.

I loved when my girl took control. She did it so fucking well, and I never complained because it’s exactly what I needed. What I wanted.

My restraint broke as I slid her to the edge of the counter, starving for her when someone rudely interrupted us, banging on the locked bathroom door. “Occupied!” I shouted with a short tempered chuckle before pulling my cock out of my tight pants. Kat was still soaked, panting, and waiting for me to take her hard and fast. As much as I enjoyed being her good boy, I kind of wanted to be a little defiant tonight.

My hand gripped the base of my length as I swirled the tip, already dripping with precum, and rubbed it roughly against her soaked entrance. A rough moan escaped my lips as I clenched my jaw, trembling at the way she felt against me. Kat squeezed my neck harder, those sharp nails of hers dug in a little deeper, forcing me to let out a deep groan as my head fell back and I relished in the pain.

“Dante, if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going—” Her threat was cut off by more incessant knocking on the bathroom door.

“I said it’s fucking occupied !” Now I was pissed.

We locked the door to the women's bathroom at Eden’s Inferno on a Friday night. We haven’t been in here that long and they weren’t that busy when we got in here.

My attention returned to Kat, our eyes meeting as I spat on my fingers and rubbed the saliva around my cock. She watched as I teased her, gently massaging her clit with the three metal bar piercings on the underside of my cock. “I’m ready to be your good boy now.” I finished my sentence by bottoming out in her pussy as we gasped in unison. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay put and savor the warmth of her walls as they pulsate around me.

Oh fuck.

“Dante…” Kat moaned, and it was like music to my ears, drowning out Ma Baker by Boney M that bumped through the speakers in the club on the other side of the door. We were stuck in a rushing moment, soaring the high that was once again interrupted with more knocking against the bathroom door. “Someone is fucking in here!” Kat shouted. “Like, we are literally FUCKING in here!” Kat screamed at the door.

“Look at me,” Kat demanded as she released my neck and grabbed my face. She roughly squeezed my cheeks, forcing me to look directly into her bewitching eyes. “Forget that idiot out there. You’re my good fucking boy, Dante. You do as I say, when I say. And right now, I want you to fuck me. Not like how you’d fuck others… Fuck me right.” That was all I needed to hear.

Yes, fucking ma'am.

My hands wasted no time as they picked Kat up, hooking around her backside, and slammed her against the bathroom wall as she wrapped her legs around me, groaning with a smile at the rough impact. We were positioned against each other at the perfect angle, making this much easier. The knocking against the door continued, but I ignored it, focusing only on what mattered. On who mattered. And I didn’t hold back, giving Kat everything I had. I could feel my release building as my balls began to tighten with an overwhelming need to burst. She must have known, must have seen the need in my face, because she twirled her fingers in my long hair and yanked hard enough that it forced me to look up at the ceiling as she opened her mouth and licked my exposed throat.

Oh, fucking hell!

I came so hard, shooting ropes of cum into her tight cunt as she thrusted against me, moving harder and faster, milking every bit of my orgasm. My moans filled the room, quickly followed by her own just seconds after. I reached down and gently circled her clit, helping to extend her orgasm as she rode it out, grinding and pulsing on my cock. We continued as we forced ourselves to fully empty our excitement until all that was left was exhaustion and the smell of sweat and sex fogging our senses.

Gently, I sat Kat down and helped gently clean her up with a paper towel. The sound of pounding on the door returned again, pissing me off. “Can you chill out for a second, damn!” I leaned over the sink and splashed my face, trying to calm my racing heart. I turned to look over at Kat, now touching up her dark lipstick in the dingy, rusty mirror. She looked so good, the color only enhancing her luscious lips. “You’re too fucking beautiful for words, Kitty Kat. How you look when freshly fucked and filled with my cum is definitely in my top five.”

“Oh yeah, is that so?” She walked up to me and yanked the collar of my shirt as she pulled me down and whispered in my ear. “You on all fours, crawling and begging before I fuck you is in my top five.” She bit her teeth together with a devious grin.

My knees immediately went weak as my eyes rolled back and I groaned before snatching her by the neck and kissing her hard.

The banging on the door returned, continuing nonstop. “Open this door right now!” a man shouted from the other side. I closed my eyes, grumbling as I reluctantly stepped back from Kat.

“Dante, don’t,” she groaned.

I stopped and looked at my dirty reflection in the shitty mirror. I was reminded of who I was before as my hands gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turning white as I tried to control my anger, channeling it. My arm swung as I punched the mirror with all my might. It cracked, splintering out from where my fist connected with it as pieces crumbled all across the counter and on the bathroom floor.

“What the fuck is going on in there?” the man outside demanded, while continuing to pound on the door and jiggling the handle, testing my patience.

My eyes drifted down to my hand from the mirror and I noticed my knuckles were bleeding. Kat gingerly guided my face back to her as we made eye contact once again. She turned the faucet on full stream, sticking my hand under the running water, not breaking eye contact.

“You’re okay, baby,” she stated as she licked the still bleeding cuts that slowly seeped from my skin. My muscles tightened and my cock flexed in response as she stared up at me, cleaning my blood from her teeth with a smile. My fingers raised her chin as I smiled down at her.

“Thanks to you.” I grabbed our masks from the counter, handing Kat hers before pulling mine over my face, hiding it entirely. I glanced back over at Kat, her mask affixed perfectly over her gorgeous face. We were ready to step back out into the real world. Ready to leave our utopia, leaving behind all our worries and cares. The bathroom at Eden’s Inferno with constant pounding on the door wasn’t the ideal backdrop, but I’d take it. I’d take any place no matter how bad as long as I had my time with her.

Kat wrapped my arm around her shoulders, her purple bedazzled devil mask sparkling beneath the pastel lights as we walked to the bathroom door and unlocked it.

As soon as the lock clicked, the door was pushed open by the club’s bouncer, Robert. “Goddamn devils! You two get the fuck out of here. No more funny business! I’m not in the mood tonight.” Kat grabbed my hand, now covered in faintly smeared blood, lifted her mask just enough to reveal her plump lips and once more licked it clean in front of Robert’s face before pulling her mask back down over her face.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear those words fall from your mouth,” she spat as she tilted her head. Together, we forcefully shoved past Robert. “Don’t be such a putz, Bobby!” Kat called back over her shoulder to him. She fondled her way around my back pocket and reached for my wallet, sliding her fingers within it. She grabbed what looked like at least a few hundreds and tossed them at Robert with no care in the world. “There! That should be more than plenty to cover that nasty old mirror. And better yet—” she chucked a couple more large bills at him, “fix that leaking fuckin’ faucet too. It’s a real buzz kill.” Kat returned my wallet. I couldn’t see her light brown eyes hidden under her mask, but I knew they were sparkling, enjoying her power. Just as I was, my own smile beaming beneath my matching, bedazzled blue devil mask.

This shouldn’t be so fucking hot. But it fucking is.

Robert grunted, snatching the bills as he huffed and puffed. “You damn devils. If you didn’t protect this place, why I—” He continued to rant to himself as we laughed at his steaming temper, knowing damn well he was just in a bad mood. Our protection made him money and protected his investments. Without us, he was nothing. “And stop calling me Bobby!” Robert yelled back at us as we had gotten a comfortable distance away from him. Clearly, he didn’t want to say it directly to Kat, knowing she’d put him on his ass. Easily and happily, and I loved that even more.

Kat and I casually made our way to our usual table in the lively club. We had our spot, one that we preferred. Everyone knew that spot was reserved for us and even gave it a fun little nickname: The Devil’s Corner. It was a two top tucked back in a shaded corner of the club where we had a clear view of every entry and exit point. It had its advantage too, giving us a clear shot to watch the dancers. Kat and I wanted to ensure we could see everything at all times… for business. We had to be aware of our surroundings in case people came looking for us and we had to be ready. Most of the time, the people who visited our little corner needed something—something we had to offer for a pretty price and in a wide variety. Eden’s Inferno, while under our protection, allowed us to do our business out in the open, away from prying eyes. We dealt to any and everyone, as long as we knew they wouldn’t cause too much trouble. Regardless, trouble always seemed to follow us. Everyone had enemies. And Kat and I, doing what we did, we had enemies too. Plenty.

As we situated ourselves at the table, I noticed a server heading our way on roller skates. The servers at Eden’s Inferno were always easy to spot. They rocked matching uniforms of sheer cropped bell sleeve tops and booty shorts of varying colors, painted in glitter that sparkled under the moody lighting. Always such beautiful women the owners loved to parade around for customers to see. An old tactic to get easily influenced men to spend their money until their wallets were emptied and dry. The servers all skated around the club on quad skates, tending to all the customers, wearing little to nothing yet always flaunting a seductive and entrancing smile. I had such mad respect for the women who worked here. Fuck, I couldn’t dance on stage like they did, let alone skate and carry trays filled with drinks, all while looking so damn good… not without dropping something or busting my ass. It pissed me off the owners didn’t pay them more. They deserved it.

The bright eyed redhead server gracefully rolled her way over to us, stopping perfectly just short of the table. “Hey there, what can I get ya?” She spoke directly to me, paying Kat no attention as usual.

I hated when anyone did this, and Kat did too. She always said she felt like people automatically assumed she could never be the one to pay, or be interested in any of the women here, feeling ignored or brushed aside opposed to me. If that’s the case, they were sorely mistaken. Kat was the one in charge, not me. And she was always far more interested in the woman. More than I ever was.

I looked over to Kat, raising a brow and expecting a smart ass remark, but she was preoccupied, pretending to pick at the cuticles of her nails. I simply chuckled to myself and spoke to her. “Your usual, Kitty Kat?” She nodded, refusing to take her eyes off her long, dark nails. I shook my head and turned back to the server, silently reading her name tag pinned on the thin fabric pressed against her bulging breasts. “Hi, Lana. My boss will have a Tequila Sunrise and I’ll take a Tom Collins.”

“Groovy! I’ll have it right over,” Lana replied with a wink before she skated off towards the main bar.

“I fucking hate when they do that. It’s like—because I don’t have a dick, I don’t even exist! Hell, I spend more fucking money here than you do most nights.” Kat huffed as she crossed her arms. I couldn’t help but notice the swell of her breasts with how she was sitting, pushing them together like she was as she pouted. Whether she knew she was doing it or not, I didn’t know, but I fucking liked it.

“I know, Kitten.” I reached my hand under the table and sat my hand high on her leg. Her smooth leather pants left nothing to the imagination for my eyes or my hands. I ran small circles on her upper thighs, trying to soothe her just like she did for me back in the bathroom. Our relationship wasn’t traditional in the sense. It was a give and take. We balanced each other out perfectly. Fuck, more than perfectly. She kept me level-headed, for the most part, and I did the same for her. We had been equal partners for so long, fitting together in a way that nothing could break us. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in life or in business.

Kat turned to look at me, flicking her eyebrow as my hand wandered a little too far up her thigh. “How’s your hand?” she asked teasingly, before pulling it close to her masked covered face. She peered at it more closely.

“I think it’s alright,” I said. My eyes watched her closely through our masks as she manipulated each of my fingers individually, examining the small cuts from the mirror with a raw intensity. I wasn’t really sure how she could even see the details, mask or no mask. Our corner of the club was so dark, despite the many colored strobe lights. It was hard enough to see anything without our masks, let alone with them, but I wasn’t going to complain. I loved the way she always cared for me.

“Thankfully, it doesn’t look too bad. I’ll be able to clean it up when we are home. Are you sure that you’re okay? Fuck your hand—I mean you .” She ended her sentence cupping the bit of my cheek that still poked out from the side of my mask. I leaned into her touch, craving her warmth. It had been a while since I snapped like that, but thankfully, Kat always grounded me.

I turned my head and grabbed her hand from my face, lifting my mask a bit as I kissed the back of her warm hand. “I’ll be okay, Kitten. All thanks to you.”

A few minutes later, Lana came back with our drinks, smiling at me and once again ignoring Kat. I really expected her to say something, but she didn’t. Once Lana skated away, I looked over at Kat and noticed she wasn’t paying attention to Lana or our drinks. No, her eyes were preoccupied elsewhere. Even with that bedazzled purple mask, I could follow her gaze. Her eyes were glued across the way, on the bar on the opposite side of the energized club.

I leaned over to Kat so that our eyes were at the same level and looking in the same direction. “What are we looking at, Kitty Kat? Or should I ask, who are we looking at?” I scanned the club, searching for what—or better, who—might have caught her eye.

My relationship with Kat was undefinable. We loved each other endlessly, partners in all aspects of our lives, but we were also very open to a third, or forth… hell, even a fifth party joining in from time to time if the situation called for it. Whatever fit our combined tastes in those rare moments. But that’s all it ever was. A situation. It was never more than that. One and done.

“You see that blonde there, at the bar?” She whispered to me, pointing with her long nail. The lights in the club shifted a bit, a rainbow of color now lighting up the space, revealing the many faces of the club’s occupants, including the mystery blonde woman. She smiled at the customers, teasing and taunting them. They begged for more as she began to walk away from the bar and in our general direction, revealing more of herself to us. I simply stared alongside Kat, watching the woman with such intensity. She was beautiful, a gorgeous face with dark blue bedroom eyes and pouty lips that complemented her features perfectly. She had an obviously curvy physique that was hidden under a thin, pink satin robe. Her long, bright blonde hair was now the center of my attention as I silently nodded my head. We were close enough I knew Kat could feel my answer without needing the verbal confirmation. With hushed tones, Kat leaned in closer and continued to speak as we watched the woman. “She’s a dancer here. I’ve seen her a couple of times, watching how she interacts with everyone. She’s not like the other girls we see stumble in and out of Eden’s Inferno, and honestly—” She stops speaking as the woman strolled through the busy customers, inching closer in our direction. I turned my head and looked over at Kat. She was obviously transfixed, just staring at the mystery blonde as she played with the straw in her drink.

“Kitty Kat, are you crushing on that blonde fox?” I smiled beneath my mask, looking directly at Kat. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw her so smitten by another woman, that craving to know more dripping from her body as I watched her closely. As beautiful as the blonde was, seeing Kat so obviously mesmerized by this woman, so enticed, was a sight to behold.

Kat broke her stare and glanced up at me as she tilted her mask. “Yeah, Dante. I definitely am. And I want her. Bad .” Kat turned her attention back to the woman as she continued walking.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her either.

If Kat wants her, then I want her too.

DOT

“Don’t you dare play games with me, Patty! It’s not funny.”

“I swear, Dottie! Those Disco Devils were just looking over here, and I can promise you they weren’t looking at this old broad.” She stepped back and threw her arms up in a show, dramatically showcasing her body. I had to stop myself from giggling, even if she meant it as a playful gesture. Patty had quickly become my best friend here at Eden’s Inferno. She took me under her wing, showed me the ropes, and watched out for me, quickly becoming the older sister I never knew I needed. She was one of the original dancers who had been dancing at Eden’s Inferno since they first opened, eventually shifting to bartending over the years. Now, she was in charge of the bar and had almost as much power as the owner. Almost. But she and I clicked from my very first day, and she was determined to keep me on a straight path. I think it was the mom in her, but I didn’t care. I adored her all the same.

“Patty, shut up!” I ordered myself a Pink Lady from the working bartender. He glanced at Patty, who nodded to him, letting him know it was okay. She huffed at my words. “You're not old . You’re like… fine wine. Beautifully aged and only getting better over time.” The bartender winked as he handed me the pink drink. I raised the single cherry to my mouth, sucking it before taking the stem and tying it with my teeth. He watched, completely entranced, as I extended my tongue revealing the tied stem, winking as I tossed it at him and turned, raising my drink to Patty. “To my fine friend, Patty!” She crossed her arms as I took a sip, trying not to spit my drink out at the face she made.

“Fine, my ass.” Patty leaned close against the bar on the opposite side of me. “I mean it, Dottie. Those two couldn’t keep their eyes off you. Masks or no masks, I know when someone is watching. And baby girl, they weren’t just eyeing you. They were watching you.” My eyes watched her closely, tempted to look past her in their direction. “And I bet they’re still watching you.” She grinned.

“No,” I breathed with a smile. “No! Patty, stop.” She remained still, as I realized she was being serious. “They aren’t really looking over here though, are they?” I wanted to look past her but knew it would be obvious. “I can’t look. If I do, they’ll see me.” I was so nervous, filled with this odd anxiety. Why were they looking at me? Me , of all people. I was just… Dot. I came to work, I danced, I went home. That was my story, well, most of it. Truthfully, I started working at the infamous Eden’s Inferno not only because of its notoriety, but because I had heard it was a safe place to start over. No trouble, no manager selling his girls on the side for extra cash, or handsy customers. Just work. The last thing I needed in my life was to get mixed up with the disreputable devils. But still, maybe they’re just looking to look. And looking wasn’t a crime, right? I mean, Eden’s Inferno is a strip club. People pay to watch us dance. They come to see us expose ourselves for pay. Though I must admit, I wasn't exactly supposed to be out on the floor. The dancers could mingle here and there, but it was supposed to be quick. No real socializing. They didn’t want us to build a relationship with the customers —called it a safety hazard. But these two weren’t just any old customers. They were more than that.

“All the years I’ve worked here, I’ve never seen a dancer catch their eyes. You have to walk by them, Dot.”

“I can’t, Patty.” I tried to hush her.

“Fine. Just turn around and be chill. Whip your hair or something and let your eyes follow just enough to see their table.” My heart began to race with an odd excitement. I wasn’t just breaking the rules by being here out on the floor, I was tempting fate, dangling myself in front of this elusive danger. And I liked it.

“Fine.” I exhaled, quickly finishing my drink. “Here it goes.” With a gentle inhale, I gracefully tossed my long hair over my shoulder as my eyes followed the direction of my strands, smiling as I pretended to laugh at something Patty said. Time nearly slowed as my sights were met with that of the two bedazzled masks. Patty was right. The Devils were staring right at me. My anxiety crept in as I remembered I couldn’t look directly at them. And I did. I casually looked past them, as if I was looking for something or someone else, pretending their heavy gazes didn’t excite me as they lingered on my skin.

“You naughty thing!” I playfully shoved Patty as she giggled at my obvious fake laugh.

“Smooth,” she teased quietly.

“Any who, I have to get backstage and change. See you later, Patty.” I blew her a kiss, grinning hard as I turned to leave, my face beaming with a smile as my cheeks remained flushed.

Be cool, Dot. Breathe. Just put one foot in front of the other and don’t trip when you walk by and you’ll be fine.

As I walked past their table, I pretended to not see them, once again tossing my hair back with a confident smile. Despite my fake demeanor, I was scared shitless. I could feel their eyes pulling me down from behind their masks. My blood rushed through my veins faster than a hit of any drug I’ve ever taken, boiling with adrenaline. All because I had the attention of those two people.

The Devils had their eyes on me. And I liked it.