The Crown of Blood

Chapter One

Authors Note: I haven't wrote for a couple of months now and today I had the inspiration to write, so this is what happened. I hope that you like it, I'm not sure where I'm going to go with this story so bare with me. It would be great if you could tell me if its any good and if you think that I should carry on or to just pack it in all together. Feedback of any kind is welcome. Happy Reading :) 

Chapter One

Feeling the burning light heating up my skin, blinding me from the audience that I know is in front of me; hearing the hooting of the males making me plaster on a seductive smile earning me hopefully more tips in return. I let the rhythm of the music flow through my body making my routine become easier to remember, the one that I was practicing only a few hours ago. I bring the hula-hoop above my head while still spinning it around my hand this making one individual call out.

“Hey honey, wanna see if you can spin around on my dick like that hula-hoop does around your hand.” Earning him a few sniggers and hoots from his friends, the last of the sentence slurring informing me that he in fact was drunk.

The smile on my face widens, knowing that I can use this to my advantage. I stop spinning the hoop and walk to the edge of the stage, knowing that the males of the audience were entreated to see what I would do. I could hear the group that the comment came from, whispering excitedly and nudging each other, hearing one of them say, “Hey man, she’s coming for ya!”

Making me laugh quietly to myself; oh he had no idea. I hold my hand out knowing that Sal, the stage manager who makes sure that everything ruins smoothly, will help me off the stage. He turns to incline his head towards my ear whispering “I hope you know what you’re doing?” He gives me a knowing look, I nod my head sharply.

I knew immediately which little group it was, as they were all looking at me then back at their friend in the middle of them, they were crowding around him like it was the beginning of a boxing match some slapping him encouragement on his back while smiling at me as if to say give it to him good. Very pair of eyes in the club were on me in that moment knowing that they were either full of lust or envy for this guy that I was walking towards.

Stopping in front of him, making his eyes travel up my body which at this moment was covered by a black lacy bra with matching underwear and creamy white stockings were clingy to my legs contrasting with the black making me think of heaven and hell clashing together, and black heals to top of the whole little outfit.

I take a quick once over the guy. He still had his work clothes on, the top button undone with the tie handing lifeless around his neck and shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, attached to his beast pocket was his name tag reading Thomas Read. I put my hands over his on either side of the chair feeling a wedding ring on his left hand. So he was married was he? Did his wife know where he was?  I hated the fact that guys came in here that were married, it made me feel dirty. I smirk at him, making him bite his lip and the lust in his eyes heat up fast. I bend my head to his ear, letting my breath cascade down his neck I bit his ear lope following it with a lick, making him shiver and breathing come faster. He tried to move his hands but pressing my hands harder on them to keep them it place, not wanting his hands on me.

“I don’t think you or your dick could handle what I’ve got.” I murmur into his ear, standing up quickly before he could react, turning swiftly around and walking to the side of the stage giving a hasty nod at Sal expressing that I had finished my set. He nodded in return walking up on to the stage to announce the next act of the night. I breathe out a sigh heading to the back of the stage to the big changing room where all the girls got ready for the stage. Coming through the doorway, my sight was filling by Lillian with her arms crossed over her chest, hip popped to the side and eyebrow raised. Smiling at her innocently while walking towards my dressing table to take the feathers out of my hair and the heavy make-up off my face; she follows right behind me looking at me through the mirror.

“Well?” She asked in a demanding manner with her eyebrow still curved in disapprovement. I looked at her with one eye as I was taking the make-up off the other. I knew what she wanted me to say, that I was sorry for what I did out there and that I would never do it again but to tell you the truth I wasn’t sorry for what I did to that guy, to be honest I wanted to bring the tray on the table down on his stupid head. As if she could she raise her eyebrow even further she did, still staring at my reflection.

I sigh yet again turning around to face her, with my hands in my lap I look at her. Her sunshine blonde hair in soft waves around her face making her light green eyes pop against her pale complexion, she was beautiful but the thing about Lillian was that she battered for the same team, which you could imagine broke many guys hearts, she was also my boss.

“I’m sorry.” - A deep breathe escapes from my lips - “I normally wouldn’t do that but tonight it just got to me.” I look at her; the disapprovement had died down in her eyes a little but was still there.

“Don’t let it happen again, do you hear or I will be cutting some of your wages next time.” And with that she turned and stalked out of the doorway and down the hallway where I heard her office door shut.

Turning back to the mirror I take a long look at myself. Last week I thought it had been a good idea to die my hair a deep green, I loved the colour but I was slowly regretting it. As it made my pale complexion stand out more with my piercing blue eyes. Glancing up from my face, I see that Sal is stood behind, I smile weakly at him he rests a warm hand on my shoulder.

“You did good tonight kid.” Giving me a warm smile. Sal has light brown hair that was greying at the sides, wrinkles around his eyes showing that he has laughed a lot in his life. He was dressed all in black making his tan look even darker, he was like the protective father of the club he made sure that the audience didn’t get to wild and that stage and acts run smoothly.

I pat his hand to show that I was fine; he gives me one last warm smile and walks away. Wiping the rest of my make-up off, I put my hair into a sloppy bun on top of my head and change into an oversized pale pink jumper and black leggings. Rolling the sleeves up as they were to long while slipping my feet into some all black converses, I grab my shoulder leather bag and head towards Lillian’s office to say that I was taking my leave. I knocked on the door and let myself in, wishing that I had waited after I knocked to be called in as Lillian and her new girlfriend was sprawled across her desk in a very inappropriate manner. I tried to look anywhere but at them clearing my throat a few times until they finally looked up.

“Err is it okay if I go now?” Even I could hear the embarrassment in my voice, Lillian waved her hand at me and I quickly scrambled my way out the door hastily closing it behind me.

I walked into the main part of the club and headed towards the exit. Letting the cold breeze hit my face looking up towards the dark night sky, well as dark as you could get it with living in an urban area, I start towards the underground to get the tube home. Stopping on the way to grab a bite to eat, at my favourite little French café that was open until 2am, I happily ate my bagel waiting for my train to arrive.