'Found him.'
Kamil sped up her pace.
From the squat, she shot up and lifted her leg in parallel with the pole. The pose almost resembled a split. Her show of flexibility amazed the crowd. Then, she jumped and both her thighs held onto the pole, crossing at the ankles. Her hands let go. Her arms and upper body extended outwards.
Her fingertips touched the cold stage. She somersaulted back to a standing position.
Not missing a beat, she lied on the side of her hip. Her legs swung in the air in a large arc and she got off the stage. She landed on her feet like a cat. Arms raised, her hands touched her elbows. Her waist rocked side to side.
She did a hard twirl and let her hair fly. Every step was to emphasize her curves.
As a VIP experience, customers at the front seats get a little closer look than usual. Kamil turned her back on the crowd and placed her ankle on a customer's lap. She'd reach out a hand to caress his cheek. Then, she'd drop her hand onto her leg, also caressing it. The sensual smile on her lips would be the last thing they see before she'd move on.
She changed up a little with each table—keeping a leg-worth of distance.
Anticipation would always gleam in their eyes. They wanted her to pick them. Even with each rejection, they'd come back for more. Her teasing was too tempting. Every touch was calculated like a brief tickle of a feather. She'd give them all equal attention.
It made the experience worth it.
But for tonight, this was for one special person.
Kamil burned with excitement as she got closer to her destination. Her hips flaunted from side to side. Her hands caressed her skin, her clothing and her hair, building up the suspense of who would be her lucky customer for tonight.
The one person who could touch her like she could touch them.
During a quick spin, her bracelet dropped to the floor. She bent to pick it up and snapped up to find herself an inch away from someone's icy blue eyes. Electricity crawled over her skin. Her fingers curved from the sensation. She lifted the bracelet slowly and placed it back on her wrist.
Their eyes never broke off.
Kamil stroked his bottom lip with her thumb.
The man didn't respond. She sniffed and detected the scent of alcohol. 'My, my, my, he seems out of it,' her thoughts mused. Her face leaned in until their noses touched. The cheers from the audience faded into silence.
Then, she sucked in a breath and sat on his lap.
Her back lied down while her legs shot up in the air. She slithered to the ground and held up his chin with the toe of her boot. She winked at the surprise look on his face. 'Finally awake I see.'
Kamil got down on her knees before standing up in one smooth motion. She reached for the back of his chair and straddled his lap. A wide grin had bloomed on her cherry lips. When the man still didn't react, she feigned a fall.
His hands immediately grabbed her waist.
"Well, aren't you a nice guy." She giggled.
Leon struggled to keep his focus. The smell of watermelon had startled him. A scent that didn't irritate his nose. The woman with obsidian eyes stared down at him. The lace pattern of her corset resembled lingerie. She lifted one hand and peeled its long black glove.
The next thing he knew, all he could see was darkness. Soft silk covered his eyes. The refreshing scent captured his senses, intoxicating him.
Her breath tickled his ear. "Tell me. Have you ever touched a woman before?"
Cold hands trapped his own. They guided his hands up. Then, they went down. The path narrowed into a V before widening again as they continued lower. His fingers squeezed involuntarily at the feel of something supple.
"Ah, a thick thigh guy, huh?" Kamil teased.
She let his hands go and encircled hers around his neck. Her fingers played with the back of his hair, tickling him a little. With him still holding her, she loosened her thighs and grinded her hips on his lap at a snail pace. He felt every inch of what she'd touch. They left a blazing trail and lit him on fire.
Then, she rocked her hips twice before standing up.
Bending forward, she folded her left arm over his lap and propped her right elbow. Her right hand cupped her cheek as she gazed at his face through her thick lashes. Her pinkie tapped the corner of her mouth. She parted her lips and bit it.
Her legs extended upwards slowly with her head keeping an inch distance away from his body. She followed the plane of his thighs, the slope of his waist, the curve of his nose… once she stood straight up, she circled to the back of his chair and slid her hands over his arms. Her nose nudged against his cheek.
She could hear his heartbeat quicken.
It took all her willpower not to bite him right then and there. His blood played a symphony to her appetite. It beckoned her for a taste. She pulled her hands back up and took a deep breath of air. A soft moan trembled in her throat.
Her fangs drew out behind closed lips.
Leon gradually shook off his daze.
He felt a weight on his lap and an arm wrapped around his shoulders. Soft lips trailed down the side of his neck and to his collarbone. His head craned backwards, chin tilting up. A growl rumbled in his throat. His chest rose up and down irregularly.
Her hand slipped into the opening of his dress shirt and stroked his chest. Next, the buttons of his shirt flew open. The woman managed to unhook them with her free hand alone. With the alcohol wearing off a little, each sensational experience amplified.
It was like he was under another influence—one that he couldn't explain nor control. His skin tingled and his hands moved on instinct. He traced the shape of her spine. When he reached her lower back, he placed his other hand over her lap and pulled her closer.
A soft yelp sounded in his ear.
"Eager now, are we?" She whispered.
He lowered his chin and hooded his eyes. His forehead pressed against hers. His thumb rubbed her thigh. The fishnet stockings were rough under his touch.
To say Kamil was shocked would be an understatement. She had been told that this was inexperienced. Hell, even described that he stray away from a woman's touch. Yet, here he was cradling her like he didn't want her to stop—like he didn't want to let go.
Her teeth clenched, she sucked air. Her mouth salivated at the pulse beating under his neck. Drinking intoxicated blood was her favorite way to get drunk. Add with a bit of lust and it was a double ecstasy.
'Maybe just a little taste…' Kamil suppressed her thoughts. It would be hard to control until she got her fill. She'd save it for later when they could be alone together. Instead, she playfully bit his shoulder, then, his neck and, lastly, his ear.
"Meet me in an hour?" She managed to say, hardly breathing.
Leon scrunched his eyebrows. Before he could mutter a response, she lifted herself off his lap. Her back stayed arched then, she slowly straightened it up. With her torso bent to the waist, she wiggled her bum.
A chuckle flowed out of her lips.
Reality seeped back in and the background noise returned to her ears. There was still a show going. Kamil flipped her hair over her head and back again. She used the backrest as support for her elbows. A dazzling smile spread across her face.
Playing with the loose ties of her corset, she pulled a string and opened the last two button holes. The crowd expressed their approval. She cackled. Humans here were so easy to please.
Her legs sauntered their way up back to the stage. She had a few last moments with the pole. Pushing her feet, she took off the ground and spun for 360 degrees. She continued to twirl as her ankles crossed over the pole and her hands climbed up.
Then, she was upside down and her legs split open.
Her feet hooked onto the pole as she slid back down. She grabbed the spot above her upper foot and straightened up her posture. Untangling her legs, they skipped a little before letting her feet touch the floor.
Kamil faced the audience, her eyes locking with the same man. She winked in his direction. The music was almost at its end. She turned around and walked down the runway. Her hand lifted up the black mask. It flipped into the air, landing offstage.
The spotlight had dimmed and only her silhouette remained.
She took one last look at the club and blew a kiss before disappearing behind the curtains.