Disclaimer: Bands: Metallica
Warnings: Sex, swearing, and some violence.
Disclaimer: All events are entirely fictional.
XXII. Bad to the bone.
We small hiatus was over and were back at the our studio, going over the new album and fighting over the songs that should be included. I was pushing for Devil's Dance, Unforgiven II, and 2x4, Lars wanted Until it Sleeps, so finally we decided to come out with two albums instead of one, there were simply too many songs for one.
“So it's Load and ReLoad then?” I was going over the magazines on the mail stand. Porn, porn, more porn...what's this? A small thick envelope had Angel's writing on it, just two words 'For Jamez' with her signature A with the front side elongated in the form of the tail twisting to cross both legs to from an A. And small horns at the top of the A. My Hell Angel!
“Sound's great!” Lars stopped behind me as I ripped the envelope, pulling
out a CD.
“Cool! The new Iron Maiden single!” Lars snatched it from my hands. “Let's see what they came up with.”
He opened it and pushed the disc into the player. Music came out of speakers and we looked at each other with question. It was 'Santa Lucia' a woman's voice singed in opera... what the...? Lars grimaced.
“What the fock? What is this shit? Did Angel put the wrong CD in as a joke?” He reached for the stop button, but I grabbed his hand.
“Just wait! I know her... it has to have some meaning if she put it there...” I got the CD case back in my hand, the name was right, I turned it over and my jaw fell open. Oh... my... God... fuck...
It was picture of the band, the guys were all dressed up, but my eyes just slide over the familiar faces drawn to Angel... Oh.... fuck... that is... sooo.... mmnnhh... I swallowed.
She was wearing a long dress, red silk was tightly framing her body, her long hair was done up with a few wavy strands hanging on the side of the face, and one of her hands palm down on the hip while the other was by her painted red lips, blowing a kiss. The dress left her shoulders open and one leg was showing in the slit of the dress.
Fuck... She looked absolutely HOT! Oh... my... I think I just... I had to close my eyes for a second to get control of my body.
“Stop drooling over your wife and let me see that...” Lars' hand pulled on the CD and at that moment the song got distorted, becoming slower and making the voice sound low. Sirens came on from a distance and after few seconds of silence a fast and intense riff blasted from the speakers.
“There is my Angel! I told you!” I smirked at Lars.
Lars' eyes widened. “Wow! This is focking brilliant!” He finally got the CD from my hand and glanced at the back. “Oh... fock, just look at them! Hahahhaa... It's hilarious! Ohhh... Shit man... Angel is so.... fock! She is very... I never seen her dress like that! I mean.... she's just so focking...”
“One more word Lars and I will---”
“Let me see!” Kirk jumped between us, pulling the CD from Lars' hands. “Wow! She looks hot! Jason look! What'cha think?”
“Oh no, leave me out of this, I wanna live.” He smirked.
“Kirk give me the CD!” I stepped forward, towering over him.
“What do you need the CD for? You have her at home... all alone... you know... waiting...” Kirk turned to me with a wicked smile.
“Fock Kirk! You just had to say that!” Lars hissed at Kirk.
“See you tomorrow!” I grabbed my phone, dialing Angel's cell phone as fast as I could while I walked to the exit. I heard Lars calling after me.
“Sooo focking predictable...”
The phone started to ring and I glanced at my watch, shit it's almost two am, she's probably sleeping. She just came back from London yesterday and was still getting used to the time difference. Should I just wait till tomorrow? I was just about to hung up when Angel's voice came from the phone through the sound of loud pumping music in the back ground. What the fuck?
“Angel, I didn't wake you up?” That's so not the kind of music she normally listens to...
“Hold on...” She giggled and a few seconds later the noise faded a bit. “James, are you already done in the studio?”
“Yeah, kind of decided to split early today...”
“Great!” I heard a whistle in the background and Angel's voice came back muffled.
“Wait, let me step out, it's so fucking loud in here...”
My eyebrow rose up. Where is 'here'? She didn't tell me she was going anywhere... My wife's voice interrupted my thoughts.
“There, much better!”
“You're not home?” I'm okay with her going out, just... she hadn't told me she had plans.
”I can actually hear you now! Are you driving?”
“Just about to get in my car... where are you?”
“I'm at Marcel's, can you come here? You're not too tired are you?”
Marcel's?! A strip club??! My wife is at a fucking strip club... without me. In a strip club that has female and male strippers! I felt my hand tighten on the phone. Fuck! Cool off... breath, you've been in strip clubs without her and she's never gotten all upset about it. Cool off...
“I don't know... if you want me too.” My voice sounded more like a growl. Shit, I'm fucking incurable with my jealousy! Where is the trust? Cool off! You trust her, this is just harmless fun. So what if she's looking at almost naked guys. Grrr!!!
“Of course I do! I planned to call you later, didn't want to interrupt you in the studio. I'll wait for you here.”
“Who are you with?” See, she wants you there. She wants YOU!
“Just Lisa and Cindy, Lisa had a book signing in Los Angeles and they stopped for a short visit, before heading back to London. We're just celebrating, a little girl time.” Okay, she's just out with girls. Relax. I felt guilty for my jealous outburst and my voice softened.
“Are you sure you want me to come? I mean, you girls are having fun there... dunno if you want a guy crashing your party. Plus Lisa hates me...”
“Don't be silly! She doesn't hate you.”
“Yeah, she does... she can't believe you married me and said no to her idol, Bon Jovi.” Someone's drunk voice laughed in the background.
“Angel! Come on, you're missing the best part! He's about to take his pants off!”
Fuck!!! I really didn't want to hear that! Why is this bothering me so much? Is this what she feels when I watch strippers? Shit!
“James, just come over, we're sitting by the stage, left table. Love you! I'll see you soon!”
“Love you too! I'll be right there.” And I want to get there as soon as humanly possible.
Possessive much? Yes, I fucking am! The tires screeched against the pavement as I pushed the gas pedal to the floor and swerved out of the parking lot.
I walked into the club and was greeted by a heavy-duty bouncer.
“Closed.” A low growl came from his wide chest as he stepped forward, towering over me and not leaving me much elbowroom in the narrow entrance.
“My wife is waiting for me here.” I stood my ground, not backing out an inch.
“Name?” His eyes slid over my body, possibly figuring out the easiest way to throw me out.
“Mine or my wife's?” I grinned, and he glared at me with his deep set eyes.
Not-many-words kind of guy, huh. Okay...
“James and Angel.”
“Get in.” His eyes soften up a bit when he heard our names and he backed out a few steps, letting me squeeze past him into the main hall. I walked to the bar and glanced at the stage. Under bright colorful lights stripper in white corset was dancing around the pole, her overdecorated face was stretched in fake smile. She had red short hair and too much of everything. Nah, not my taste. My eyes drifted over the tables, not many people were here, a lonely bartender was cleaning his stand, two guys at one table closer to the exit not paying much attention to the stage, and four girls at the corner table. No sight of Angel or her friends.
Did I come to the wrong club? I looked above the bar and read the name in blinking blue and pink neon lights 'Marcel's'. I looked back at the exit, to see if I can ask the Neanderthal who greeted me at the entrance were she is, but he was gone. Well, fuck!
“What can I do for you?” The bartender smiled at me with a question in his eyes.
“I'm looking for... someone.” Should I describe my wife? “Three women... one of them has long black hair...”
“You mean Angel, and her friends? Yeah, they're here, oh, those girls had so much fun! The guys sure loved the nice tips they got. Cindy got a bit sick, they just took her to the restroom. Make yourself comfortable, they'll be back soon. Drink?” His face lit up and I frowned.
Great, the bartender in a fucking strip club knows my wife by her name. And the guys got nice tips. Good to fucking know!
“Coors.” I growled and reached for my wallet.
“Go have a sit, I'll send Mary with it.” He waved at me.
I started to walk between the tables when I I heard Angel's voice calling for me.
“James!” She ran up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Just have a seat, Cindy's still puking her guts out, I'll call a taxi for her when she feels better and be right back.”
“Do you need help?”
“Thanks baby, but Cindy will kill me if I let you see her like that.”
“Angel! I can't hold her and her hair at the same time, come on!” Lisa's voice called from the restroom.
“ Just have a drink, our table on the left from the center, by the stage, you'll see my cell phone there. I'll be back soon!” Angel ran back to her friends.
I made my way to the appointed table and right away saw Angel's phone by one of the chairs with a few dollar bills under it. I dropped into the chair and stretched my legs under the table. The stripper finished her dance and gathered her clothes, going back behind the curtain. I felt a bit guilty not giving her a tip, but hey, I wasn't here for that.
“Here's your beer.” The smiling face of a barely dressed waitress appeared by me. “I'll call one more girl to dance for you.”
“Thanks, I'm just waiting for some one...” I took icy cold bottle from her hand and she lowered her face closer with an alluring smile.
“For a hottie like you, any girl will be happy to undress, besides, the guys had the stage all evening, the girls kind of feeling left out. Have some fun! Remember our rules, no touching.” She winked at me and walked away before I could protest. Okay, I hope Angel comes back soon.
The girls from the table in the corner got up, laughing and loudly talking about some guy that had a big package, and what they would love to do with him, on their way out.
Great... all I need to hear. Do girls talk about that? I guess they're not that different from guys. I wonder if Angel.... fuck... don't go there James! Just don't!
Stage lights flickered in rainbow colors and chased the shadows on the stage before going off. The looped rhythmic beginning of Bad to the Bone flooded the club.
A bad girl? I'd love to see a bad girl! Well, let's see what came on the stage this time. I took another sip of my drink and relaxed into the back of the chair, waiting.
The light on the stage came back on and highlighted the body of a slim built woman in a short, dark red, silky skirt and a cropped jacket. Long legs ended with black stilettos and mid length, straight, blonde hair came from under a black cowboy hat. She was standing with her back to me, swaying her hips and letting her skirt swing side to side lightly. Mnn... very nice!
Her hands started to slide down, outlining her body, which was moving with the rhythm of the music. She stopped them on the sides of her thighs and started to roll her hips in a small circular motion, sliding her hands up and slowly pulling the fabric up.
I found myself closely following the edge of her skirt with my eyes. A bit higher... just a bit more... fucking great legs! Just when I was expecting to see what was hiding under that skirt, she stopped and let the fabric fall back down.
Oh... come on! Tease!
Okay, James, don't forget why you're here. I looked back and saw a completely empty club, even the bartender was gone. Where is Angel? I hope they are okay. Maybe I should go and check on them? Do I want to see Cindy puking? Eeww... I'll give them a bit more time. Besides, I don't want to offend this girl, she's sooo fucking.... I turned my eyes back to the stage.
Meanwhile, the stripper slid her jacket off her shoulders, showing off black bra straps before pulling it back on. Come on! Take it off! She turned to me with her head lowered, leaving just the bottom of her face showing with seductive half smile on her red lips. Her thumb slid over her red lips, and when she suddenly parted them I felt ripples of shivers crawling to my crotch. Oh she's good! I'd love to feel those lips on my cock... mmnnn...
I let my eyes follow her hands, which were playfully moving her skirt. She dragged one hand from her stomach to her groin, and curved her back, suggestively dipping her pelvis down. I felt heat running to my lower stomach. Fuck... Oh, she's good!
She slowly rose, keeping her hat covering her upper face from me and trailed her hands up to the buttons on her jacket, starting to pop them open one at a time, teasing me with every move and finally pulling her jacket off, revealing perfect tits in a lacy black bra.
Take it off! I barely held myself from whistling, pulling the beer bottle to my lips just in time. The music stopped looping and George Thorogood's voice came through the speakers.
”On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'round and they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found. The head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one alone. She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone.”
The stripper's hand ran along the front rim of her hat and the other playfully moved along her side and over the top of her bra, then to her stomach and her hip. Mnnnhh... very nice! She turned her back to me once again and slowly went down to the floor, standing with her back to the pole.
I watched her ass slide down and rise back up on the metal rod and my body flushed with another wave of heat. Mnnn... more! She straightened her legs, curving her back to the pole and I swallowed, suddenly feeling my mouth watering. That is sooo... my body betrayed me, releasing a raspy growl.
She glanced at me over her shoulder and stood upright, stepping away from the pole. Her hands slid to her hips and over her waist, playing with the top of her skirt, finally turning to let me see her hands slowly pulling the zipper down.
“Come on, I want to see your ass!”
Did I just say that? Shit! Am I getting carried away? I took another sip of my beer. I couldn't take my eyes off the stripper's hips, moving with the music, hypnotizing me as her hands slowly slid her skirt down. Yes... yes... lower... uh.... Fuck... a thong... oh... great ass!
The stripper's hands lustily rubbed her butt cheeks and I felt light pressure in my pants... I looked down and saw a growing bulge. Uh-oh. The last thing I want is for my wife to find me aroused by a stripper. Down boy, you're not getting any of that action.
I swallowed and adjusted my position in the chair. My eyes got pulled back to the stage and I saw the stripper stepping out of her skirt. Mnnnn... she's built very, very.... I swallowed. Am I drooling?
She spread her legs, still standing with her back to me and slowly bent down, bracing herself on the floor with one hand. Her ass moved down and rose up with the rhythm. Every time she dipped down my dick responded with a jerk. Fuck! Calm down! Down... up... down... fuck...
She continued her dance, moving her amazing body with the music, back to the pole. Holding onto it with both hands, she wrapped one leg over the steel rod and arched her back, letting her hands slide down the pole and roughly brought her pelvis and stomach to the rod. I heard myself grunt.
“Uh... fucking....” Shut up James!
I took a sip of my drink, trying to cool off when the stripper let go of the pole and turned to me. She had her forearm covering the top of her face, hand on the side of the hat, alluring smile play on her lips. The speakers spat out the next verse of the song and I saw her mouth moving in unison.
“I broke a thousand hearts, before I met you. I'll break a thousand more baby, before I am through.”
I'm sure you did! Her eyes peeked out from under her arm. Wait... those eyes... I know that look... I leaned forward, feeling my lips gasping. Red lips smiled at me, hand pulled cowboy hat off in one quick move, her blonde hair following and a waterfall of black wavy hair dropped down.
Uh... what the fuaaaa...? I choked on my beer, trying to breath... this is.. .she's.... how? The bottle slid out of my hand and hit the floor. Oh... fuck...
Angel smiled at me, mouthing next words of the song.
“I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone. I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone!”
“Fuck... me...” Was all I could breath out in shock. She laughed and spun around the pole.
I tried to stand up but my legs failed me and I dropped back into my chair, stunned, completely blown away and burning with the wild fires of desire.
With the grace of a panther, she moved off the stage and down to the floor, closing in on me with a captivating smile. I tried to stand up again but she shook her head, gesturing for me to sit back down. I obeyed, casting my table aside in one move, to open more space by my chair. My insides quivered with anticipation of what I thought was about to happen next. Oh... dear God.. let it be a lap dance...
She slowly walked around me, sliding her hand over my shoulders, letting my eyes roam over her body, then stepped over my stretched legs and leaned down, pressing her hands against my shoulders, whispering in my ear.
“Just to put your mind at ease, no one is here, everyone left and the doors are locked.”
How how did that not cross my mind? I got so bewitched that I forgot where I was? She continued with a smile.
“But the rules are still standing. I can touch you, but one touch from you, and I'll stop. So sit tight and enjoy.”
“Oh... you're killing me...” I gasped and struggled to keep my hands away from her body. I must... mmmnnnn! This is soooo cruel! And so unbelievably hot!
She playfully ran her finger over my shoulders and chest, slowly gliding it lower. Fires inside of my stomach grew hotter under her touch. Mnnn... I can't touch her... how is that fucking possible? My fingers turned white, pressing harder into the armrests. I must...
She leaned over me and ran her finger along my groin, light touch send pulsating flares through me and a low growl rose from my throat.
“Oh... please... baby...” I pushed my pelvis up as my fingers tightened their grip.
No touching... That would be so... hard. She grinned at me and returned her hand to my stomach. Her voice grew over the music, changing the words of the song.
“I'll make a rich man beg, I'll make a good man steal, I'll make an old man blush, and make a young boy squeal.”
I unconsciously moved my upper body to her in a desperate attempt to get closer, but she pinned me down, placing her knee on my chest. Uh...
“I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone.” Her lips got just an inch away from mine when she growled the next line of the song, grinding her knee down against my crotch.
“I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone!“
Oh... yes you are! So bad... mmmnnnhhhh...
“Angel... please... let me...” I breathed out in small gasps, feeling my whole body shake with lust. She shook her head with a devilish smile, pulling on my shirt and slowly lifting it.
I moaned when she lowered her pelvis to my groin, circling her hips and almost touching my bulging hardness, hovering over it and making my flesh jerk, craving the contact. I want... I need... oh... I have to... My hands raised to her but I made myself stop, gripping the armrests tighter. Oh... I must... not. I don't want her to stop... I want more of that sweet, sweet torture!
Her eyes peered deep into mine.
“Do you remember our first night? You remember, I told you that you'd pay for driving me mad with desire?”
All I could do was pant my answer. “Yes...”
“Payback time.” She moved closer and I felt her hardened nipples through the thin fabric graze against my bare chest. My cock jumped in response, yearning for her body. Oh... I can't... I must...
“You're so cruel...” I felt the armrests grate under my fingers.
“You have no idea baby...” She pulled my shirt over my head and glided her breast over my lips. I couldn't help but catch her nipple with my lips and she moan and pressed to me, letting me caress her. Fucking bra! I must... My hands drifted up, overtaken by pleasure, but I found myself unable to raise them, suddenly feeling bonded. What in the hell?
“That will hold you... I hope...” Angel laughed, pulling her body away from me.
I looked down and chuckled. “Ohhhh... you!”
My forearms were fastened to the armrests with the sleeves of my own shirt, which was pushed over the back of the chair. I tried to move, but all I could do was raise my forearms halfway up. How did she do that? Clever girl!
I pulled my arms as much as the binds let me and a grin lit my face when I reached to her thighs.
“Oh.... yes... mmnnnhh...”I pulled her down to me, pushing my pelvis up, eager for more contact.
“You don't want me to stop, do you?” She pulled up and I let go of her.
“No... please... don't stop... don't...” My hoarse whisper brought a wicked smirk to her face.
Her hand slid over her breasts and started pulling her bra straps down, one at the time. Torture... She ran her hands over her chest, pushing her breasts together and I moaned my approval when she opened the front closure and slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly, pulled it off. Mnnnnhhh...
She curved her back and ran her fingers over her stomach. One hand went up and started caressing her breast, while the other continued its way to her groin, and I gasped at the scene that she played out in front of me. She arched her back more, pushing her chest up and tilting her head back with a soft moan, and wild flames burned through my body.
She lowered herself on me and I groaned when she started grinding against my imprisoned engorged shaft. One of her hands toyed with her nipples so close and yet out of my reach. Oh... I must... I pushed my pelvis up and she giggled, seeing me fighting with my urges. Her lips got closer and when I was ready to taste them she stopped and whispered.
“Not just yet...” Her bare nipples glazed on my chest and I abruptly breathed out.
“Angel... I can't... I want you...”
She shook her head and stepped over my legs to change her position. She bent down, taunting me with her ass and took my boots off, one at the time. Her back curved, hips moving with the rhythm. Fuck! That is sooo... not fair... more! Oh... how I want to get grip on those hips... pull her to me... to posses her... uh...
Her hands started to playfully pull at her thong and my body jerked with eagerness. Oh God... I want to take her right now, make her moan, devour her... but she's not done torturing me yet. I pulled all my fading will power, biting my lips. Not yet... I want more...
She laid her back on top of me, arching and reaching her hands behind her body to my zipper, teasing it down as I grip at my chair. My body shivered, moving under her, every inch of my skin tremble, feeling her naked flesh.
Her head tilted back on my shoulder and she turned to me, I felt her lips on my neck. My breathing deepened and another moan escaped my lips when her fingers slid to my cock. Oh... fuck... yes...
She turned onto her stomach grinding up and down on top of me and slowly slithered down, pushing herself between my legs. I watch her breasts slide on my stomach... groin... one of her nipples dipped down between open sides of the zipper and teased over thin fabric of my briefs. My flesh answered with jerk, pushing against her breasts and she couldn't hold her moan. Mnnnnn... more...
I felt her body lifting off and couldn't help but release a few frustrated growls. She rewarded me with a dance of her tongue on my lower stomach while she worked my jeans down, slowly, oh-so-slowly pulling them off. I moaned when my throbbing flesh gained the much needed freedom. She smiled and seductively ran her tongue over her lips, keeping them just above my quivering tip. I swallowed and released a moan.
“Oh... God... yes...”
I held my breath, watching her lowering her head with devilish sparkles playing in her eyes. I tried to lift my hips in impatience, but she held me down, hovering her slightly open mouth and tantalizing me. I have to... I pulled on my restrains, reaching to her, wanting... hoping...
She lightly touched her lips to my aching cock and let go of my hips for second, and that was all I needed. I thrust my hips up with a growl and entered her mouth, and she indulged me, pushing down and taking me in. My body convulsed in pleasure but a few slow strokes was all I was allowed to do as her lips slid up and she let me go, much to my painful disappointment. Nooo! Oh the agony!
“Angel... please, don't tease me... I can't take it anymore...”
She stood up and backed away from me. Nooo... come back... Her hands pulled on her panties moving them down, playfully slow. Oh...
She perched herself on the the stage, with her knees crossed, her back straight, and that lustful look in her eyes, she looked as innocent as the devil. My devil... My bad girl... mine! She parted her legs, placing both hands on the rim of the stage between them, covering her groin from my view and bending her torso to me. Her breasts pushed together with her arms. Uh... want!
“How badly do you want me James?”
“Disparately... painfully...” My words brought a victorious smile to her face.
One of her hands travel lustfully over her stomach to her breast, teasing. Fuck! She tilted her head back with pleasure, when looked back at me.
“Well, you won't let some shirt stop you, will you? Come and get it.”
I jerked my body up and she beamed, watching me fight against my binds. I pulled my shirt with my body and felt the fabric give away, ripping under the strength of my desire. I tossed it aside and rushed to her waiting body.
My hands ran all over her skin, which I was prevented from feeling earlier, and my lips searched every inch and curve of her amazing body. My body was shaking with need. I couldn't wait any longer to claim what was mine.
I grabbed her hips and yanked her to me, pushing deep inside of her. Oh... what a sweet prize for the agony I endured. Her time of control was over and she let me set my pace, holding to my shoulders, breathing in gasps with my thrusts, her eyes locked with mine. The ultimate price...
With every push I drove myself deeper, growling and moaning in pleasure. I wanted to take her further than she had ever been, to make her scream in pleasure, but I knew I couldn't last long. I wanted to slow down, but just couldn't help myself. A few slow pumps was all I could do before diving back into unstoppable fast and rough thrusts. Not this time... later... at home... uh...
“James... oh... James...”
I felt her tightening around me and my flesh exploded with ecstasy of my peak. After a few last strokes she joined me, convulsing in my arms and riding her orgasm. I pressed her body to mine, catching my breath. She kissed me softly and smiled against my lips.
“Happy belated birthday, James.” I gasped and devoured her lips in a passionate kiss, putting all my feelings for her into it, letting her know just how happy she made me. She wrapped her arms over my neck pulling me closer, answering with equal devotion. She pulled away and ruffled my hair.
“So... you think if I ever lose my job as a guitarist I can become a stripper?” She bit her lip, holding back her smile.
“Only if you strip for me, and only me.” I pulled her back to my lips and she laughed.
“I knew you'd say that... I was afraid you'd run on the stage when you finally recognized me.”
“My legs failed me... and my brain... I forgot where I was... I couldn't believe, that it was you! How did you do all that?”
“I felt so bad that I was away for your birthday, I thought of doing that at home, but the pole installation would've ruined my surprise. This club was closed for few months and Lisa knew the owner, so when I came here to see if I could do it and practice a bit, everything just fell into place.” She laid her head on my shoulder and stroked my chest.
“Where did all those people came from? The bouncer, bartender, the others?”
“Lisa's and Marcel's friends, I came up with this little play, I didn't want you to suspect what was coming till the end and, judging by your reaction, everything went just as I hoped.”
“Thank you.. thank you... you're amazing... unpredictable...” I brushed her hair and she snuggled against me, making me dissolve with a tender-mushy lump-in-my-throat overwhelming feeling. “I love you...”
“I love you too, baby...” She lifted her head and trailed butterfly kisses on my chest. ”Ready to go home? You know, comfy soft bed... no splinters in my ass...”
“Aaaaww poor baby, I'll kiss it better, I promise, right after we talk more about that pole installation in our bedroom.” My grin made her giggle.
“Only if you promise to dance for me.”
“Oh... I don't think you wanna see me try to pull my sexy moves, unless you plan to die of laughter...” I chuckled. “You on the other hand, are great at that...”
“I would do that again, just to see that look on your face, when I took my hat off... it was priceless! ” She squeezed my ass with her hands and her thighs tightened around my hips, pulling me down with her. She rolled on top of me and I held her close to me.
The lights on the stage suddenly went off and the club got dim. I looked up and saw a small lights over the dark ceiling they look were made to look like stars.
“Look Angel... our wicked sky...”
She turned her head and sighed. “I love this new song... so much of you in there...”
“And you...” I smiled remembering how I intertwined a bit of her Children of the Damned into it...
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