Dancing with the Devil

Tiger Eyes

Wednesday nights are always the worst. The weekday DJ is lame, the audience is mainly made up of regulars who hardly ever tip and the time just seems to drag on. But being a newbie means you don't get the good shifts until you can prove yourselves for a few months. So, you wander around the floor, the stage and over to the bar to get your hourly bottle of water, the only bottle that management allows might I add, and scope out the crowd to see if there is anyone worthwhile before your first dance on stage.

A long wooden bar sits adjacent to the mirrors on the back wall to showcase the dancers on stage, so when the doors open you turn your head slightly to see the latest guest walk in. Your blue eyes widen in surprise at the view. You didn't think that men could look that good outside of the idol shows you watch at night. You weren't the only one in the building to notice either, it seems that all the girls have stopped to watch the three exquisite beings walk in from the storm brewing outside.

As they walk in you can't help but notice they are in designer named suits, skillfully tailored to their exquisitely fit bodies. You immediately nickname them Chocolate, Jet and Gucci. Chocolate is, if course, chocolate haired, built (Jungkook) and wearing a stone-grey Hugo Boss. Jet has deep black hair with gorgeous pouty lips (Jimin) and in a pale taupe Armani. Gucci is tall, soft faced and blonde (Taehyung) wearing a gorgeous dark green Gucci. You smirk a bit since Gucci is your favorite designer, even if you can't afford a damn thing they make. As they enter, they pass by you and each one seems to evaluate you from head to toe. The other 2 linger on your full hips, as most men tend to do, but Gucci seems to be simply staring at the smile on your lips. As if he knows what you're thinking. You catch his eye and he chuckles but quickly turns his attention back to his friends.

They walk to a table off to the right of the large U-shaped stage and a waitress comes over to get their drink order. The short one starts to flirt with her while the others just roll their eyes. He runs his petite fingers over his plump lips while resting the other hand on her hip as she leans in close to whisper something into his ear. He smirks and points to the other two and they nod in unison. You make a note to yourself to play with Jet later since he seems to be the money man. Reluctantly you head back stage to get ready for your first performance of the night. This was the most interesting thing to happen in a while and things were just starting to get interesting.

The stage lights dim and you position yourself with your back to the pole at the far front. You raise your right hand above your head and grasp the pole ever so gently while you left hand is delicately dropped to your side. This is the cue for the DJ to start your song. You feel the bass move through your body with a rush of excitement. You take your first slow spin on the pole and glance towards the 3 men with a sassy flip of your hair. You can't help but notice that Gucci is staring at you intensely, his jaw clenched with concentration and intent. Jet and Chocolate are swaying to the music and making the usual hollers and comments that men typically make when you take the stage. You lock eyes with Gucci and slowly crawl over to the edge of the stage, giving him a great view of your full cleavage. You put a small and inviting smirk on your lips, and he seems to like it, so much so that he leans in slightly to adjust his view.

You continue to twist and grind on the stage, stretching your long legs up into the air and dropping them to either side of your body in a split. Bringing them back to the front you arch your back and then flip onto your stomach and bounce your ass in time with the slow and steady beat. You slide your knees up and crawl back to the pole, knowing that you are giving him the perfect view of your round ass and the small V-shaped patch of cloth in-between. You pull yourself back up the pole, turn and with your eyes focused on him drop back down into a split, then throwing your head back with the beat of the bass. You know that you should be giving attention to the other side of the stage, but you can't seem to tear yourself away from him. His friends take notice and the younger one smirks and smacks Gucci on the arm. The touch jolts him from his trance and he leans back in his chair as you finish on your back in the middle of the stage. You collect your clothing and tips and head back behind the curtain, but not before you glance over your shoulder and see that he is still following you with those hooded eyes.