The Glitter Girl

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

A soft knock came against the door to Lorelai's private dressing room. Being the main attraction of The Prey had its advantages, and they came in the form of a seperate dressing room, away from all the other performers at the club. Lorelai gently pulled off her heavy earrings and tossed them in a box to the side before she replied, "Come in." 

The door creaked open, revealing the late night janitor- the 60 year old man had been working here since befiore the Beast brothers even owned the place. "Miss Waters, are you done in here? Mr. Devian asked me to close up early," he said in an old wobbly voice. 

Lorelai smiled gently at him, she always had a soft spot for old folks and babies. "I'm going to take a while, Carl, why don't you go home? I'll lock up." 

"B-but-" 

"No buts," she smiled, "you look tired, why don't you go home." 

Carl looked at her hesitantly for a moment, but finally gave in, "Alright Miss Waters, you have a good night." 

"You too, Carl," she said as he shut the door behind him. 

Lorelai glanced at her reflection and sighed, her tan glitter covered skin glinted in the soft light of her dressing room, as her soft brown hair fell around her shoulders in a large flowy mess. She often wondered if the stark beauty looking back at her through the glass was actually herself. 

Lorelai held her head in her hands, exhausted from the day's events. Being the star of the show definitely had its benefits, but it also had its downfalls. The way Lorelai's body and feet ached, was definitely a downfall. 

She began to wipe off her glittery makeup, her glitter covered fingertips moving at a quick pace to wipe off any residue from today's performance.

Rising to her feet, Lorelai took one last glance in the mirror before she left the room, heading towards the stage room. She slowly began to lock up the doors and windows, her high heels gently clicking against the smooth floors. 

"Hello kitten," came a smooth, sultry voice through the room. 

Lorelai didn't even have to turn around to know who it was, "Go away Mason," she hissed, whiping around to see him standing only a few feet away from her, "I don't have time for your games." 

"Awh, kitten," Mason purred, as he took a step closer, "I want to play." 

"Well I don't," she said, shoving him out of the way so she could lock up. 

Mason frowned, this wasn't the Lorelai he was used to. No longer timid and calm. No, this Lorelai was feisty and spirited. 

And it turned him on to no end. 

"You look so stunning in that costume," he teased, his eyes fixed on her like a wolf on its prey, watching her hips sway back and forth in the tight two piece Lorelai had worn for her performance earlier today. "Blue really is your colour," he added. 

Lorelai blushed and attempted to cover up the exposed parts of her body. Her tan skin turning a slight pink. Mason smirked wickedly, he knew exactly how she worked. 

"Go away Mason," she hissed, avoiding eye contact. She didn't think she'd be able to meet his eyes, not without drowning in those baby blues. 

"Tsk, tsk, that's no way to treat your boss, kitten," he said, stepping so close he nearly cornered her. "I think I'll have to punish you." he breathed against her shoulder, peppering her skin with soft kisses. 

Lorelai's breath hitched in her body as Mason trailed kisses up and down her neck. "Come on, moan for me kitten," He growled as he nibbled on her glitter covered skin. His hands trailed along her exposed body, trailing down her arms and back, all the way down to her hips, getting closer and closer to her sweet spot.