Page 44 of We The Depraved

Dancers need music.

It hits me, that I don’t know his taste in music. Honestly, I know nothing but I suspect I’ll wind up learning.

Emerging from the bathroom, the robe decorating my body and my pussy feeling smoother than a rattlesnake scale, I find him waiting. He has a newspaper up to his eyes and the Governor of Texas is on the front cover.

“You’re back?” My breath comes out sounding like I’m out of breath.

Slowly, he peels his eyes away from the paper. His eyes take me in and his gaze tells me everything I need to know.

He has plans.

Terrible, delicious plans for me.

“Yes,” he says. “I am.”

With ease, I walk over noticing that I’m balancing on the balls of my feet as though any moment a pole might appear begging me to swing my legs around it.

“So….are you ready?”

He smirks and then takes a look at his watch. “We still have some time.”

My stomach feels like it’s in a knot and I pause, unsure of what to do next.

He stands and approaches, the newspaper going to the wayside. Whatever he was reading doesn’t seem to matter anymore.

Slowly, he begins to circle me like prey.

“You smell nice,” he states.

“I’ve been told that,” I shrug.

He continues to walk around me and my gaze falls to the front of his trousers. Niki doesn’t care that he’s sporting an erection already.

“Why do I even need to dance, when I can get you hard just by standing?”

He stops circling and stands in front of me. “I heard you met Deena?”

Our eyes lock. It’s almost like a clash between two titans. My brown eyes daring him to say something derogatory.

He doesn’t.

“Yes,” I reply. “And?”

“Sage,” his fingers reach out and touch at my hair that survived the shower, there’s no frizz in sight.

“The fact that you tried to fuck the help…”

His words hit me and I wonder how he knows.

“Are you spying on me?”

He smirks. “Of course not.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Deena told you?”

“She’s not willing to risk her life, Kitten. Not to fuck you, not for a few moments of pleasure.

Rolling my eyes, I move away. I want alcohol and there is none. Taking a deep breath, I try to think of other things to I can do.