Oh my gosh my dear Flora, Sorry I have a paper more than you. Kiss my ass. Sorry though, seriously. Just finished my papers today so I shall do the Fourth Chappy. :) Guuuuuiiiise...... Please comment! We wanna know how to improve this! Hope you like this.
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I saunter out to the centre of the stage, receiving an immediate applause over the blaring music. With every step, I sway my hips, being the slut that everyone sitting on those wooden benches wants me to be.
Scanning the audience I try to find my prey for the evening, the person who is going to pay me big bucks. My chest tightens as something flutters in my stomach. What's going on? I have never been this jittery in my life! From the corner of my eye, I see a dark figure looming over the whole audience. Why? I am not sure. He seems to be just under the spotlight of my eyes at the moment, making his features more pronounced under the flashing disco lights in the pub. His presence is so alluring that I instantly forget what I am supposed to be doing and just stand there. Wait, isn't he the dude from the party?
"Go! Concentrate Lex!" My manager screams from backstage.
I push all unwanted feelings to the back of the mind, focusing on the silver pole in front of me. I lean flat on the pole, sliding down ever so slowly, dragging my hands down the lengths of my thighs, and across my stomach, rotating my hips to the music. Money is thrown like rain, but I don't take notice. The guy is staring. Is he....... angry? Why? The hints of black protruding veins peek through his neck, his eyes bloodshot.
The song ends and I go back into the confines of the curtains. I slump down onto the white recliner. I hate the job, the money and the pedophiles that ogle at my body. It is just the consequence of that fateful day, one that haunts my dreams and keeps me awake, crying myself to a slumber every night. I close my eyes, exhausted with the dancing. Don't get me wrong, I love to dance, but the atmosphere, the audience, everything is just wrong. Out of nowhere, my heart starts pounding wildly, hard and fast against my rib cage. Sweat starts forming on my forehead and my hands
"Alexandra."
I shoot out of my seat, and stands in a defensive position, fists clenched at my sides.
He laughs softly, gently, his husky voice sending involuntary shivers down my spine.
"W..What do you want?" I try keeping my voice composed and firm. However, I stutter, crumbling my desired strong facade. I sigh inwardly.
"Why do you work here?"
WHAT?
"Look, you have no right to barge into my holding room and ask such a question! Now if you don't want anything else, get out!" How dare he ask such a question so personally. I don't even know his name!
"I am Cameron." Did I say it out loud? Oh well, I am grateful he changed the subject. He chuckles.
He carefully raises his hand to my face, caressing my cheeks.
"So soft......" Electricity sparks through me, speeding my heart up to the beat of guns and roses. My eyes are wide, lips probably parted, panting heavily.
"W.....w....what are yo....u do....ing?" I splutter between pants. I am a goner. Come on, Lex! He is not THAT hot.
Who am I kidding??? He is the hottest male species I have ever seen; raven black hair, pale blue eyes that pierces through my very soul. I feel exposed under his intense gaze.
"Mine....... Always." He whispers so softly that I almost think I misheard it. And he is gone. What? Have I imagined everything? I clutch my cheek. No, it was definitely real. My heart is still beating an unsteady rhythm, My cheek still feels warm and flushed, one held by a hand, so smooth, yet firm.
Alex! Get a grip. This is just a unrealistic infatuation you have to overcome....... And we know how hard that would be......... You must! He will eventually hurt you!........ But he is sooooo hot.
I am going insane. This whole conversation is stupid, maybe even a product of my fertile imagination. I collapse back onto the chair, mind clouded with the day's events. What's wrong with me?
