1 week later.
It's what you do, it's what you see
I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me
I turned, peering at the crowd through my masquerade mask. I licked my lips, smirking as I strutted to the pole in the center of the stage.
It's where we go, it's where we'll be
I know if I'm onto you, I'm onto you
Onto you, you must be on to meI bit my lip, my hands roaming my body as I swayed my hips with my back to the pole.
My haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets
I know if I'm onto you, you must be haunting meI turned quickly, grabbing the pole and grinding against it. Clad in my all black, lace Victoria Secret lingerie set to match my mask, I strutted around the pole in my red pumps.
My wicked tongue, where will it be?
I know if I'm onto you, I'm on to you
Onto you, I'm onto you
Onto you, you must be on to meI smirked, hearing the clack of an extra set of heels. The crowd lost it as Fantasy strutted over to me, roughly grabbing me by my neck and tugging on my bottom.
You want me? I walk down the hallway
Fantasy dropped down in front of me, her hand grazing my womanhood.
You like it? The bedroom's my runway
She smirked, licking my thigh.
Slap me! I'm pinned to the doorway
I turned around, allowing her to smack my ass.
Kiss, bite, foreplay
Bills flew onto the stage as she snatched my robe from my body.
I worked the pole while Fantasy danced seductively, touching herself. We both smirked as Snowbunny made her entrance.
My haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets
I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting meThe two of them grabbed me, forcing me against the pole while they stripped me of my bra.
My wicked tongue, where will it be?
I know if I'm onto you, you must be onto meEach of them groped one of my breasts, flicking their tongues against my nipples while I threw my head back in ecstasy.
It's what we see
I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting meFantasy turned my head, staring into my eyes before slipping her tongue into my mouth.
I broke free of the two, strutting over to the chair placed at the front of the stage and beckoning a lucky volunteer to the stage.
He was a looker; tall, chocolate and handsome.
It's where we go, it's where we'll be
I placed my hands on his shoulders as he sat in the chair.
I know if I'm onto you, I'm onto you
Onto you, I'm onto you
Onto you, you must be onto meI rubbed his chest while Fantasy and Snowbunny's hands crept up his thighs.
You must be onto me
You must be onto me
You must be onto meI draped my leg over his shoulder, tilting his chin up and planting a kiss on his lips.
On to you, I'm on to you
On to you, I'm on to you
On to you, I'm on to you
On to you, I'm on to youMe
I strutted around the chair, straddling his lap with my ass facing the crowd.
Me
He stared at me hungrily while I danced, grinding on his crotch.
Me
I took his hands, guiding them to my bare chest while teasingly kissing his neck.
I smirked, rising from his lap as the song came to an end. "Thank you."
"No, thank you", he chuckled, getting up from the chair.
"Wooh! What a way to open the show!? Give it up one more time for Desire, Fantasy and Snowbunny! Definitely a triple threat! Those women are hot!" The Dj exclaimed, making me laugh while I collected the last of my money.
"You still don't remember anything?" Fantasy asked as we headed back to the locker room.
I shook my head 'no'. It's been a good week since my birthday and I couldn't remember shit. Fantasy tried jogging my memory, mentioning the names of people we were with but it didn't help. Something strange was going on.
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