Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

XXXII

I'm not used to regretting the decisions I make, but at this point I have serious doubts about the rightness of what I'm doing. Maybe locking this girl up and stealing her stage outfit wasn't my best idea, but I have to face the consequences of my actions. If I back out now, there will be consequences for me and the whole band, and I can't let that happen.

- Pull yourself together, Demonio. - I said to my reflection in the mirror and added a bit of glittery purple shadow to my eyelid. - You said 'a' now you're going to say 'b'. - I muttered.

The bathroom at the club wasn't my dream dressing room, but it was better than nothing. Especially with a trapped dancer sitting in the actual dressing room. Well, at least I had provided her with an experience she could tell her children and maybe even her grandchildren.

A brisk knocking on the door sounded, which in time turned into banging.

- Now, now. - I said quickly and hurriedly put on a mask that was deceptively reminiscent of the one Ariana Grande wore on the cover of her album "Dangerous Woman," which by the way is pretty good.

I opened the door and my eyes were met by Fabrizzio, who scanned me with his eyes. He just didn't recognize me as he urged me with a hand gesture.

- Why aren't you in the dressing room. I looked everywhere for you and you were not there. - Before I could offer any explanation, he reached out and grabbed my wrist. - No time bunny, you're about to go on stage.

His calling me a bunny was no accident. I'm wearing an outfit inspired by the Playboy bunny. The only variation is that the corset that serves as my costume is made of glowing latex. To top it all off I had on some fishnets on my legs which at least to some extent covered up the tattoos on my legs. The work was crowned with sky high, black stilettos, in which I hope I will not kill myself.

Fabrizzio led me to the front of the stage and said that when the time came for me he would give me the right sign. I nodded with understanding and stuck my gaze into his back watching him walk away. At a time like this I was glad that the light in the club was red, otherwise everyone would know that I was not the person who should be in my place right now.

I watched Damiano closely on stage. It is amazing how a person is changed by his passion and the position he is in. In private, Damiano is a rather quiet man, maybe even secretive at some points, but on stage he turns into an animal. Concerts, performances are definitely his driving force and I find it wonderful to see him in this state.

I heard a loud grunt and saw someone from the staff putting a chair in the middle I realized that my moment was about to come.

- It was time for the finale of our meeting. I am glad that we are all here together and showing that sex is for everyone. - Damiano said casually. - I hope we can capture your attention for a few moments. Goditi.

The smile that appeared on his face lifted my spirits.

It's now or never, Demonio.

I walked onto the stage with a confident step trying to show that I had an idea of what was about to happen here. The golden rule - fake it till' you make it. Even though I had planned some choreography and repeated it a hundred times before coming here, it completely slipped my mind when I entered.

I did not have much time to think. I decided to act instinctively and improvise. It is always better than standing here like a peg and embarrassing myself.

I started to move my body along with the first sounds of music, trying to be the best and most sensual version of myself I could be. The arrangement I chose was not complicated. I glanced at Fabrizzio, whose face clearly let me know that my version is a bit different from the version of the dancer, which was nota bene planned.