Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Lighting the fuse 🔞

»»-----¤-----«« Estelle's Pov »»-----¤-----««

After a few moments of navigating through the bustling crowd, I find my way to the private booths. Carefully scanning the signs on each wall, I spot mine and step inside.

Ok Estelle just treat them like any other. Just shake your ass and tits and get the money.

As soon as I step through the door, my gaze is met with those familiar warm amber eyes. They are sitting on the couch, legs spread apart and a drink in their hand. When they notice me there, they lean forward and set their glass down onto the nearby table. A slow smile spreads across their face and my heart skips a beat as we lock eyes.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Hydra," she says with a smirk. I can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance when they speak my name. My head cocks to the side and I cross my arms, trying to hide my agitation behind an outward show of politeness.

"Pleasure's all mine." My reply is so sweet it almost makes me sick with disgust. "You know my private dances are gonna cost you." I start unbuttoning my blouse with swift, practiced movements and throw it onto one of the couches. I'm thankful to note that someone had already thought to turn on some music beforehand, which helps me feel more at ease as I step further into the space.

"Are you sure you can afford me?" I repeat, knowing full well she does. Without any hesitation a pack of money gets thrown on the table next to me.

Holy fucking smokes, that's my rent for a year!?

My eyes narrow suspiciously at the money stowed on the table before they connect with hers. Though warm amber in hue, they have a calculating and deadly gaze. I feel my body tense up from their piercing stare, shuddering with discomfort. I step towards them, arms crossed defensively to my side as I cock a hip out.

"I have one rule."

"That is?"

"No touching." A subtle smirk forms on their face, and I furrow my brow in curiosity. The sound that follows is a barely audible scoff laced with a hint of amusement.

Do they think I'm joking?

"If you want to have the privilege of enjoying my panties and tits you'd better start showing some respect and obedience or else, you can just leave now."

I am met with an icy stare at first, and I think that I have messed up. But to my surprise, they lean back and put their hands behind their head, digging their fingers into the depths of their raven locks. A crooked smirk slowly spreads across their face.

"Fine by me."

I stand here, frozen with shock. This figure has the outward form of a woman yet their demeanor is an entirely different story. They exude a powerful air of dominance that I find intimidating but also somewhat understandable; if I were in their position of owning almost the whole city, company and building wise I'm sure my skin would be as thick as a Nokia phone itself.

With a single graceful motion, I rest my lithe body on their lap, my back pressed against them. I can feel the warmth of their breath and the roughness of their belt against my hips as I move. My movements are tantalizing, slowly brushing over them as I lean back into them with my head exposed. They exhale softly in appreciation and I know that they find pleasure in what I am doing. My hands trail up towards my chest as the sensual dance goes on until:

"Turn around."

I strain my neck, craning my view in an effort to get a better look at them.

"Turn around." She repeats the order with a more commanding tone.