Sometimes

Sang

I see the girls dragging the chair onto the stage from the corner of my eye, normally it'd be one of the bouncers doing it so I'm a little confused, until I come out of my upside-down spin to land eyes on the arm candy they're escorting to the chair. I just barely catch myself after realizing that it's one of Kota's buddies and my insides die a little.

This isn't going to be awkward in the least.

Irritated grey eyes meet mine before glaring at everyone in the front row, I think I actually witness one or two of the guys flinch back at the intensity as he is none so gently shoved into the chair.

Releasing my hold on the pole, I sashay toward the chair, quirking an eyebrow to make sure he won't just up and rage on me. He looks so out of place, he's in a three-piece suit for God sakes! And he's so well groomed. His fingers grip the arms of the chair tightly, the only sign that he clearly doesn't want to be up here. Straddling him, I lean in close to his ear, spring soap hitting my nostrils, making sure that he'll be able to hear me over the blaring music.

"If at any point you are uncomfortable, just tap my leg three times. I'll get you out of this situation, no problem." He nods, slowly, his face a blank emotionless mask and at that I straighten up, raking my fingers through his hair, mussing it up just slightly and enjoying the silkiness of the locks through my fingers. I actually hear a guffaw over the sound of the music. What is it with these guys? How is their hair this soft? I'd always admired Kota's hair because seriously it just looks like it's begging me to run my fingers through it, squeezing the strands in my fists and bringing his face to mine. My eyes flit over to him of their own accord, which is a big mistake because I don't think he's blinked - like at all. Honestly, I can see the red from here, and the lights are blinding being on stage. An overwhelming sadness falls over me due to the fact that I'll never get to test my theory on the softness of Kota's hair.

I turn around, giving a good view of my ass to the stoic man, then plop myself down on his lap, arching my back into his chest with my arms wrapping around his neck, a sharp intake of breath is the only reaction I get, but buddy doesn't tap out.

God, what Kota must think of me.

It can't be helped, honestly, I don't know what I was thinking. It's not like I could've hidden this for long if we started dating, nor would I want to. That's no life to live. Plus, at least now I've found out how he'd react, I mean, he hasn't said two words to me since I showed up at his table, so I think it's safe to say that he's no longer interested. Tough cookies for him.

The song ends as I cross my legs over buddy's shoulders, and flipping onto my front, ass basically in his face. I'm still proud of myself for having mastered this one, it's the best way to end with a bang. I crawl off of him, every inch of my body dragging against his in the process. I'm surprised that he is still sitting in front of me, I almost feel guilty for what I'm about to do, because while I'm against marking the customers with permanent ink, a birthday still needs something special. I remove the necklace I'm wearing from my neck, making sure to put on a good show, I'm very much aware that by raising my arms above my head, my boobs are on full display. He watches, grey eyes calculating, uncertain as to where I'm going with this. The girls know to tape a leash behind the chair for me, so after I'm done fastening the collar around his neck, I go to remove the leash with my boobs in his face by way of distraction. I smirk to myself, he can try being the picture of calm, but the bobbing of his Adams apple while I fastened the leather strip around his neck is telling. I bring my lips close to his ear, "we head straight to the back, just follow me off the stage." I can see the heartbeat in his neck, and for some reason, I lick along the skin by the collar. When I inch back, his pupils are blown out, and despite my better judgement, a shiver runs down my spine at this. I give a tug on his leash and he dutifully follows as I meander through the patrons. I signal a drink to Mark who catches my eye and seems somewhat smug as I walk with my new friend in toe.