(DabiXOCXHawks) Soul Reaper

Chapter 8

The cab ride was plain and sultry. The bright street lights of the night did not fascinate her anymore. It was the usual. When the cab dropped her off, the bouncer fived her. "Good work there man, everyone loves you."

"Look out for more!" She winked before she headed in.

The crowd wasn't any different. Since it was the last day of the weekend, there were more younger students and graduates. She always had something in common to talk about.

Cindy saw Hawks sprawled over his usual spot on the couch being nibbled by women. She never really enjoyed that. "Hey," she waved.

"Yo, hey. Sorry, Dabi's somewhere there." He was interrupted when one of the women pulled him in for a french kiss. Her heart sunk a little.

Disheartened, she went to the small room and undressed. Someone had left makeup on the table. Probably the woman before her.

She leaned in the mirror and ran her fingers through her locks, allowing her blond tresses to messily fall over her bare shoulders. "Hey Cindy," a girl walked in. She looked about seven or eight years older than her. She was wearing a tight lacy outfit of leather which covered her extremities.

"Hi..." Cindy looked up at her quizzically.

"I'm May, your makeup artist today," she smiled. "Dabi's expecting to see you shortly."

She offered a chair to Cindy. She turned it toward the mirror. Expecting to see me? Does he take me for a pin up model?

She held up her hair and began working on it. "You have lovely hair and a lot of bounciness."

She snatched a bottle of glitter gel, popped open the lid and squeezed it in her palm. She lubricated her hands and wiped it over the length of her hair. She peeled tiny hair stickers and pasted it along her outer tresses. "You can do so much with your hair" She ran her fingers through her locks one last time.

She turned the chair towards her and worked up a simple makeup look to bring out her plump features. "Not much, but will do." She held up Cindy's chin, admiring the work on her.

"Here look," she swiveled her chair back toward the mirror. The soft lighting along its rim brought a glow to her face. She had never imagined herself to be a showgirl. She grew fond of her new look.

"Are we ready? I can take you to Dabi." May dropped the tools into the bag and left it on the table. Cindy hated that she had dolled up for him. She wished Hawks could see her this way. Reluctantly, she followed her.

They found him on the couch a foot away from the stage, his hands draped on other side of him. One of the strippers was dancing on his lap. He seductively eyed the stripper's curves when she sashayed over to him, making him throw his head back locking eyes with her. When she saw Cindy and May, she danced away with the rhythm of the beat. Dabi followed his gaze to Cindy.

He let out a long whistle. "My private show just arrived." He licked his lips. May left Cindy with Dabi, the latter who sat beside him. "Look at you," he eyed Cindy up and down. She hated that and looked away.

"Come lie down," he patted his lap. "The show is about to begin," he pointed to the stage of pole dancers.

She obeyed and lay her back over his lap with her slender arms above her head, exposing herself to him.

"Gosh, look at those lips." He rubbed a thumb over them, making hers part. "That would look so good around my dick." He groaned when he said that, like he really meant it.

Cindy threw her head back so he could access her easily. His fingers ran over the entrance between her thighs making her moan. With his other hand, he stuck his thumb into her mouth forcing her to stifle a moan and choke on it.

He increased his pace with his two fingers. Her body arched and fell accepting his pace with her rhythm.

"Look at that, throwing a show for everyone."

With her glittered hair draped messily over him, made her look like a mermaid begging to be man-handled. He pulled his thumb from her lips with a pop, grabbing her chest. She felt an increased sense of pleasure growing within and yet so weak and helpless in his lap. Even though her body was still sore from the day before, she accepted the pain. The fire was intense, enough to overcome the pain.

Dabi increased the pace of his fingers. Cindy's back arched so she could feel him deeper in her. This drove him wild.

She tilted her head to the other side accepting the pleasure overcoming her body. She moaned loudly and breathed heavily, enjoying his dominant side. He pulled out and licked her juices melting on his fingers, not leaving her gaze. She breathed heavily. He ogled as her breasts rose and fell on his lap. She looked up at him with her eyes barely open and her lips parted for breath.

"Yo, I want to try some of that." An elderly gentleman extended his hand for her breast.

Cindy held the man's wrinkling wrist and twisted it, causing him to scream in pain. "Back off, I am warning you." She glared him down, tugging harder at his wrist.

"Woah there baby girl, it's all cool. Okay?" Cindy released his hand, allowing him to massage his wrist while he eyed her with disgust. Cindy fell back on Dabi's lap. He ran a finger from her throat to her groin and let out a low whistle.

"Where is that feisty side of you with me?" He circled his thumb around her swollen nipple, distracting her thoughts once again. "Is it because... I am attractive?"

Cindy threw her head to other side unable to meet him in the eye.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He played with both her breasts making her drunk with hormones, forcing her not to reply.

"Shall I stop?" his humble tone was only a tease. She grunted in response. He slowed his pace giving her a breather.

"No..." she gasped for air.

"What shall I do?" He said in soft gentle tone.

"Don't stop..." She muttered.

"Good girl," he chuckled. "Good fucking girl."

She sat up on his lap and wrapped her legs around his waist. He wrapped his arms around her naked torso and carried her on the stage. The pole dancers huffed and emptied the stage when he placed the girl on the floor.

"Lights out," he yelled and the place went dark. "This is a private show only I'll see."

The clubbers boo-ed at their dismissal but he didn't care. He unzipped his pants and crawled over to her.

She was sore from the one time he had her release and now he was going in for the second. "No more," she mouthed. She was panting breathless watching how he was overcome with his barbaric obsession with her. Her limbs were weak but she nevertheless tried to shrink back into the darkness.

He plainly dived into sloppy kiss, allowing her legs to wrap around his waist. She loved the void he was filling in her and he loved watching her tremble for him. She felt his bare flesh increase his pace inside her, making her succumb to his demand. She realized he didn't wear a condom when she felt it flooding within. It felt so good that she made him do that. She hated him but a side of her loved how he electrified her body. It was fun, addictive that made her hot. His liquid mixed with hers oozed out between her thighs.

He finally relaxed, resting in the cavity of her chest, lightly kissing her hot body. They both panted and breathed together. "I'm going to need a pill soon." She told him.

"Shut up, I don't carry any of that. Buy one on your way home." He retorted.

She pushed him off her and rose to her feet. Limping, she managed to wade to the small room. "Pill," she ordered May. The girl helped Cindy on the bed and rushed to the cabinet to fetch what she had asked.

"Big mistake not carrying one." She rubbed her back helping Cindy swallow the pill. "You never know when will you get laid around here."

That was a rough night back to her dorm.