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The second I walked in, I saw her. Kashdoll. The queen of the club. The girl everyone was staring at, everyone wanted, but nobody could touch. She moved like she owned the air, hips swaying, eyes sharp, a smirk that dared anyone to even try. The way the lights hit her jewelry... She was Flashy. Commanding. Untouchable.
I walked closer, trying not to look too obvious, but she already had my attention. I grabbed my bag, letting the chains on my neck catch the neon like they were winking at her.
I could feel the pull between us, her teasing, playful energy wrapping around me like a vice. My heart was hammering, pulse spiking, and I couldn't stop myself. I leaned closer, lowering my voice, trying to sound confident even though I was already burning up inside.
"Hey... how about a private dance?" I asked, letting my eyes lock on hers. My words were casual, but the heat in my tone said everything I couldn't put into normal words.
Her eyes narrowed at me, a playful glint still dancing in them. "You gonna behave?" she asked, voice low but full of challenge.
I grinned, smirking despite the heat rolling off her. "Yeah... I'll behave." I said, though my tone betrayed me... smirk curling, pulse racing.
She rolled her eyes like she was over my shit, but that little glimmer of amusement didn't leave her face. Without another word, she reached for my arm, gripping it firmly, and pulled me along.
I let myself be led, excitement coursing through me. The private section wasn't far, but the anticipation made it feel like every step was a countdown. Her grip on my arm was teasingly possessive, reminding me exactly who was in control, and I loved it.
I followed her into the private section, the dim lights making everything feel more intimate, more charged.
Without warning, she slid onto my lap, her body pressing close, hips moving slowly against me. I froze for a second, caught off guard, pulse skyrocketing. Her hands traced teasing patterns along my arms and shoulders, brushing my chest just enough to make me ache.
I tried to play it cool, even as my chest was pounding and every inch of me wanted her. "You know what I could do for you, baby?" I teased, letting my hands drift just enough to let her feel me without crossing the line. "I can treat you right."
She pulled back just slightly, arching an eyebrow, that smirk still in place. "Anything you can do for me, I can do myself," she said, voice calm but firm, eyes daring me.
I leaned closer, whispering, "I know you got money baby. But I can't take care of you."
Her laugh was sharp this time, almost annoyed, as she pushed back a little and fixed me with that untouchable glare. "Like you take care of every other girl in here?"
"Why you playing with me like that?" I called, voice low, trying not to let my nerves show.
Kash smirked. "I know your game." she said, eyes sharp. "And I ain't one of them other girls you be fuckin' with."
