dalliance.

2.0

the unnamed dancer struts to the front of the stage, dodging the slim metal pole in the middle. he eyes the audience with lust, hidden behind hazel eyes. his hands travel up his body, stopping at his pale waist. his skin is as close to snow as you can think. porcelain, if you will.

and the only thought clouding my mind is that i want it covered in my purple love.

his eyes meet mine and iv never been so close to soiling my underwear with no contact. it was strange. i don't like how a man iv never seen before could just- do that to me. i wanted more.

he turns around, legs slightly spread, and bends the top half of his body over. showcasing his slim, smooth legs in the process. the lingerie shaping his ass in a way that feels sinful. i wish i could just reach out and take it, feel it.

the man straightens his body back to normality, takes a breath, then saunters over to the varnished pole. dainty hands grip the metal as he steadily strolls around it, a content smile never leaving his face.

i want him. i want him under me writhing. i just want to get to know him. as much as i want, it's just a thought. this is his job, he gets payed for this and most likely does it for every person that walks in here. but for some reason my mind can't let go of the idea that he's giving me a little more attention than everyone else. a little more eye contact, a little more love. yet iv came to the conclusion that it's just my mind playing tricks, and everyone thinks the same.

the music starts to get more rowdy, the brunette hoists himself up the bar, causing an array of whistles from the crowd. i can't help but feel a little jealous.

he kicks his legs to the beat of the song, spinning with such precision. he licks his lips and my mouth goes dry, the perfect call to have a sip of my drink. the man stops at the front of the pole, throws his head back and spreads his legs to a particular strong beat of the song, all whilst still hovering above the ground.

i don't know how to feel. he numbs my senses completely and i want it to stay like this forever. but alas, like all good things, the song starts to fade out and the dancer bows at the front of the stage. i have to give him money, but i'm in such a daze i never get to my wallet and he walks away, taking my heart with him.

the show didn't feel real, i felt like i was dreaming. i'm unable to move from my seat, i just listen to the bustling around me. fucking hell.

after the show, most men migrate back to the bar to wash away their sins, others getting a head start on the seats for the next show. i wasn't in the mood for either. i can't get over what's just happened. iv got to find him.

i swiftly stand from my chair, leaving the sex on the beach to condensate on the table. it'll get cleaned soon. i made sure no one was looking before briskly slipping inside the staff only door. i know this is wrong, but what can i do?

the door creaks as it opens and all i can do is cringe. i'm met with nothing on the other side, except two sets of toilets. the letter e hanging on by a thread. i wonder down the hallway, hoping it leads to somewhere helpful. not that this building has much of that.

as i'm walking all i can seem to think is that this place feels like the embodiment of lust. men getting lap dances for god knows how much, and empty condom wrappers scattering the floor.

my feet scrape the dusty carpet, and my hands stay rested in my jean pockets. the walls are lined with timetables, presumably to help the dancers for shows. they're accompanied by famed pictures of strippers mid routine, showing all their skills.

my observing doesn't seem to last long as i'm approached by a man, no taller than 5'6. he looks me up and down before opening his mouth.

"hey are you lost? you don't look like your meant to be here..."
"oh uhm-...i'm not, i'm just looking for someone." i awkwardly look down and notice he's in similar attire to the man on the stage. must be another worker.
"well if your looking for one of us, i hope you know we can't go home with you or- or do anything with you."

i sigh as i look up and make eye contact, bright blue eyes stare back at me. could be contacts knowing this place.

"i-i'm aware, i just need to talk to them...if that's ok?" i fold my arms over my chest as he fixes his posture, and i get the feeling i'm not wanted here.
"fine but, just don't let security get you. they'll be a pain in the ass with letting you back in." he flashes a sweet smile at me and speed walks away, must be in a rush i suppose.

as i walk further down the hallway, i'm greeted by several changing rooms. and it's at this moment i realise i don't even know his name. but i don't feel the need to worry for long, as a small man dressed in the same lingerie walks into a room. perfect.

i advance towards the room and rap my fingers against the dense wood three times. it doesn't take long before the door slides to the left, revealing aphrodite himself. his heels are no longer being worn, taking him up to my chin in height.

"oh...can i help you?" he speaks, confident. i'm surprised he's not worn out from today, he did put on quite the show.

"yeah uh..i seen your show tonight. you- you looked great."
he giggles, and i nearly explode.
"i know i did. is that all you came for?"

oh he's got an attitude, i love it.