Damon And Klaus Smut TW

chapter 12

"Money on the table" I scream towards the boys sitting in front of me. I see damons eyes looking wildly between me and his pocket, which i know is where he keeps him money. Both confusion and excitement paint his face. This could be a stupid idea. They might think I'm weird and get up and leave me right now. Or, this will be a night to remember. I'm not sure which im hoping for more. I'm tired and my head is pounding, but I know what they want. I want them to get what they want, and if what they want is me, then who am I to deny them?

Elijah acts instantly, taking out an uncanny amount of money. He places it on the table and a single eye-brow raises expectantly. Next its damon who takes out his money, he places it slowly on the table. Apprehensive. Surprisingly, its klaus who decides to speak up. " I don't want about 20 other men to be able to see you naked lia. Stop being such a whore and get the fuck down. " I ignore his out of character outburst and instead pick up both elijah and damons money.
"You can go if you want to, or you can stay along for the ride. I don't give a fuck, but if im such a *whore* then maybe you should leave. " now its me who's raising an eyebrow. He shoots me an exasperated sigh but then picks up his glass and raises to me .
"To being a whore!" I take his glass from him and drink some.
" to being a whore" I replie quietly.

It is nice that he cares, but its my body. I love both klaus and damon. The only thing they have in common is there love for me, and with them I'm two different people. With klaus im more kind, he brings out the best in me, but with damon, I'm more...me. he shows me the darkest corners of his mind, and in exchange i show him mine. He embraces every corner of the dreary abyss that is me. I'm not quite sure which one I love more. There only one thing I can give them both.

My body...
And if im lucky, they both have it at the same time....

(Klaus POV)

Shes delirious. That must be it.

I don't want her to do this. She's embarrassing herself. Is she really going to bring herself this low? Dancing on a table in a club? Fucking ridiculous. I don't want this. I don't want this. I do not want this! I might text it to her so in the morning I have proof, this is off her own accord, she can't not speak to me for ages again. She can blame the dick-heads sitting on my right. Both egging her on like desperate puppy's tryna catch a bone. However, im not gonna leave her here half-naked without someone who's head isn't completely made out of air.

(Damon pov)
The bets still on. This could be my chance to prove she's mine. My girl.
Shes horny right now, I can see it in her eyes, well, and also in the fact she's offering to strip. I want her. I want her ass in my hand on my name on her lips. I want her sweet cumm around my lips and that tight pussy around my dick. I will get her. My girl.

She takes off her steps first and pulls them down scandalously low. Then, she lifts up her arms and let's the top of the dress fall down to reveal a lacy bra. Its black, I think its from that shop we all went to where we fucked in the changing rooms. Then the dress is gone and I see black lacey underwear with a bow on the front and then on her things I see straps. Sex outfit. I look up and see the same leather accents on her bra. A matching set of sexy underwear. She knew this was coming. That bitch.

Now she's running her hands up and down the side of her, outlining her figure. When her hands make it either down to her ass or up to her tits she gives them a gentle and provocative squeeze. Then she runs her hands again. Its like she's hypnotising everyone in the club. I swear I see various people dressed as a murderer or a ghost stop and stare, like she's just another person who gets paid for her body. She's not and they need to turn their eyes before I turn their neck till it snaps.

(Klaus pov)

I'm not even looking at her at this point-though its hard when she's in that underwear. I instead look at the small group of 3 men, about 40, eying her up like pray. I know what there thinking. Fucking discusting.

(Lias pov)
" I need to piss. I'll be back" I don't bother putting my dress back on. Half of the people are fucking each other in their seats anyway and im too drunk to care. I walk over to the women's rest room and enter the small, white room . I pick a stall with toilet paper that doesn't utterly smell like shit or sick and sit down. I struggle slightly to pull off my lacy underwear, then, after longer then it would take to undo underwear when sober, I finally get it off and kick it down to my ankles. Then I leave the small stool and wash my hands.

" hello sugar, I think you'll find you're coming home with us"