"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.
Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.
Securing employment proved to be ch...
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I stood nervously behind the stage, my heart racing as I waited for my turn to perform. It felt like a pent up volcano was erupting in my stomach.
How did Cassie manage to exude such confidence? She floated around the stage like a queen, while I felt like a trembling mess—a ball of anxiety barely holding it together.
"Angel," a gentle tap on my shoulder startled me, pulling me from my anxious thoughts.
I turned to find Jade, one of the dancers, looking at me with a reassuring smile.
"Relax, Angel. It's just me. Besides, why are you so nervous? You're literally the best dancer amongst us."
She complimented, her words catching me off guard.
No one had ever spoken to me since I started working in this club, and it felt strange yet oddly comforting to hear such kindness.
"Why—" I began, but my question was cut short as Ms. Mariella's voice rang out, commanding my attention and freezing me in my tracks.
"Next."
The single word sent a wave of panic through me, and I gulped, feeling my heart race faster than I ever thought possible. I bet Jade could hear it pounding in my chest.
"Angel, relax, you got this," she encouraged, offering me a warm smile. I returned it with a shaky one, the nerves still clawing at my insides.
Moments later, Cassie burst onto the scene, her vibrant energy drawing the attention of the other dancers. They flocked to her, showering her with compliments and cheers.
"—and oh my gosh, the way he looked at me? Like he wanted to eat me out!" she exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes inwardly.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was blabbing about—typical Cassie.
I glanced back at Jade, who still wore her encouraging smile, and I took a deep breath.
With slow strides, I made my way to the stage. Each step felt heavy, but I pushed forward.
As I reached the centre of the stage, the curtains dropped, revealing just me and Mr. D'Amano, along with his wife.
The world outside faded away as I locked eyes with him, and it felt as if all my organs were igniting under his gaze.
"You can start now, Ms." Mrs. D'Amano's voice cut through the tension, but I remained transfixed, unable to tear my gaze from her husband.
The lights dimmed, and a sensual song began to play, yet I found myself rooted to the spot.
My focus stayed on Mr. D'Amano, who seemed equally captivated.
I watched as he slowly sank his pink bottom lip between his teeth, a gesture that caused my knees to weaken beneath me.
