Dance for Me

5

Well, I fucked that one up. To be honest, I wasn't expecting to find track marks on his arms. Sure he is skinny, but not unhealthy skinny, his face looks bright and clear, his voice was strong...maybe he hasn't been using for long? God I hope not, I'd hate to see such a perfect body go to waste.

Remi gave me a small smile and quickly left the room, shutting the door behind him. Ugh now I'm left with an impossible ache in my groin. Well, I at least got to find out some things about him that was worth my while.

I stick my hand down my pants and readjust myself, then walk out of the door with my head held high. On to work now.

Myself and Simmons has a trade to do in about five hours over in Huntington Beach. Much to my ever most dismay, it will be with the Vipers. I'm meeting with their head man, Jonny. As long as nothing goes sour and they don't try to fuck us over, it'll be fast and to the point. I fucking hate Jonny though. Greaaaaaat.

As I stand outside my car to make a phone call, I see none other than Dante himself, sporting a black tight peacoat and from what I can see, skin tight black skinny jeans and worn out combat boots. God what a sight. I hang up my phone right as Simmons answers his and look him up and down.

"Leaving early today Dante?"

He stops and chuckles, stepping off the sidewalk and closer to me. "What you expect me to only dance late at night? I can't be out during sunlight hours?'

I smirk at him, loving his whit and sass. "I don't know, you do look like a vampire."

Remi scoffs, shaking his head. "You are quite different Mr. Biersack."

He checks his phone, typing away quickly and watches the road, something by the way he's acting all of a sudden is making me uneasy. "You drive here?" I ask, wanting to know more about him.

"Oh God never. I can't drive for shit."

I laugh, god do I crave a cigarette right about now.

"Well here, need a lift? I'm in no hurry baby."

He grits his teeth, rocking back and forth on his feet. "Nah, I'm fine. Im going to find me an Uber or something. You must be a pretty busy man."

"What, are you scared I'll bite?" I grin, showing off my teeth.

Remi laughs, shaking his head and looks down at his feet, all of a sudden becoming shy. God he's so fucking cute can I just take you home?

"I don't trust it mate, sorry. You literally just bought an expensive ass lap dance from me even though you paid for all access. How do I know you won't like kidnap me or rape me?"

"Are you saying there is a cheaper subscription?" I smirk, leaning against the bonnet of the car. "Remi, let me tell you something about me. I'm very strict about consent. I'll never rape anyone in my life or allow my ga- I mean my staff, do such a terrible thing and live to tell the tale. I don't fuck around with that shit."

He kicks a few pebbles and stares at the ground, looking completely unsure.

"Come on, I promise I'm not some weird old creep that will hide you in a basement."

Fuck, I should have said that. His eyes widen in fear, stepping back a step or two.

"Listen, okay I'm sorry that wasn't funny. But seriously, I won't hurt you or nothing, I just want to get to know you a bit better. You have given me an incredible lap dance, hell I'd say you are the best one yet."

He tries to hide his smile, a slight pink blush covering his cheeks. "You must not have received that many then."

I scoff at him, shaking my head. "No matter what I say here will make me sound bad so nope nada not falling for that. How far is it that you need to go?" I step around and open the passenger door of my black Chevy Tahoe, fresh off the line at the dealership. He chuckles and slowly steps into the car, putting his seat belt on while I walk to my driver side. "Go ahead and put your address on here babe, relax and get comfortable."