Adriel: A Demon's Repentance

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Caym had all but shunned Adriel since she told him. His initial reaction had made her want to rip her own heart from her chest. He had asked her why she did it and if she really even loved him. That had been the worst part of it all.

She had betrayed him and she didn't deserve him anymore, not that she ever did. He had always been a vision of perfection, and what was she? She had always prided herself in her strength and loyalty to those she loved... But now that was all gone.

Seeing Caym's face as he fell victim to loves curse, she had been broken. Her spirit was broken. So, she no longer felt that she was any better than Lyla. She was a whore, so why not live like one?

She felt like trash as she slid the sequined thong over her legs, trying not to rip it with her five inch heels, which were also glittery. Her top barely covered her D cup breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She was almost sure that they were fake.

"It's about time you shake that ass again. I swear, you've been so weird lately." Destiny laughed, her high pitched voice making Adriel cringe.

"I guess I'm just in the mood today."

"Are you going to take on any regulars? They've been asking non stop for private dances."

Adriel was disgusted by the thought of dancing for men. She was superior to all of them, mentally and physically. She was a respected warrior, not some inferior whore that wastes her life away. Yet, here she was... Doing just that.

"No lap dances today.." Was all she said before stomping out to the stage entrance, waiting for the curtain to be pulled.

Her gut twisted as she awaited the humility. She was repulsed by the thought of being lowered to this, but what else was she good enough for? She was common. She was dirty. She didn't deserve a life above this anymore.

Adriel shifted nervously, finger and legs shaking, as she listened to her name being announced. Her stomach felt as if it was about to expel all the contents of her meal from earlier that day. The smell of the sweat and testosterone sickened her.

"Gentleman, get ready for Lyyyyla!!!"

She tried to push the nausea out of her mind as the curtain was drawn back. She stood with her hips cocked and her breasts stuck out, just like she had seen all the other girls do. She wasn't embarrassed to be stared at by the drunk and perverted men in the audience.

But she was ashamed.

Sure, she didn't really see anything wrong with doing whatever the hell you wanted. She wasn't an angel. No where close. But she had grown up with a sense of pride that was now being chipped away as she stood on the stage, practically naked.

She had been practicing her sultriest faces in the mirror back at Lyla's apartment, preparing herself for tonight. Ever since Caym started ignoring her, this was all she thought about.

Walking out onto the long stage, she glanced around at the sweaty men whistling and hollering at her. They were all worthless peasants to her. Yet, she was the one working for them. She strutted around the stage slowly and gracefully, accentuating every stride with the sexy sway of her hips. A wicked smile curled across her lips as she grabbed a hold of the sturdy pole that was planted in the middle of the neon platform. She swung herself around it, feeling her breasts sway as she grinded against the pole to the beat of the music.  

Her demon strength and reflexes allowed her to do moves that most of the dancers struggled with. She could flip and spin herself around the pole with ease. The crowd loved her. She was being desired by people she didn't even know and she liked it. She was actually craving it.