Making History (Completed)

Chapter 2

Quick Authors Note: I do not own any rights to any songs or bands mentioned in this story! All credit to the original artists.

YURI

My heart thrummed in my chest.

Did he just ask to kiss me? Stay calm, stay cool.

Stay in character Yuri.

"You like to get right to it don't you Mr. Nikiforov." I rolled his name across my tongue. It even sent shivers down my own spine.

I leaned close noticing his pupils dilate.

I have him.

"We only have thirteen minutes. Why don't I give you a little private viewing of what enticed you to ask for me in the first place?" I wiggled my hips provocatively.

Distance. That's what I need right this second. Distance. Just a little space to clear my head.

He sank lower into the cushion uncrossing and recrossing his legs. His eyes never wavered from my flaming face. His cool as marble.

"Be my guest." He retorted smoothly.

Maybe I don't have him.

Hmm, he's hard to read. There's no mistaking the bulge in his pants but his poker face is driving me mad.

I don't know what he's thinking!

I grabbed the remote and hit play. Def Leppard's 'Pour Some Sugar on Me' began. It was an old favorite of mine. The first time I had heard it Chris was choreographing for the song and it stuck with me.

The music began and I started swaying my hips side to side. I slid my hands down my thighs squatting low before standing upright to hook a leg around the pole.

My eyes never wavered from Victor as I did my acrobatics on the pole. I slid to the floor doing a back walkover to stand in front of him.

With my ass in his view I dipped low and brought myself back up almost demanding him to give me a squeeze.

I could feel his gaze on me as if he were touching me for real. I spun around and placed my knee on the cushion beside his hip followed by the other on the other side. I braced my hands on the back of the booth on either side of his head.

I straddled his hips while keeping myself hovered above him. My body moving like water above him as I danced to the beat.

I glanced down to see his erection had grown even more. Though his hands were clenched into fists.

Interesting.

"You want to touch me don't you?" I teased turning around on his lap. I sat spread eagled over his knees hovering just above him. My arms rose in the air swaying to the music. I brought them down running my fingers through my thick hair and glanced over my shoulder to wink at him.

"Very much so." His voice was calm. His demeanor cool as a cucumber. The only give away was his raging erection.

I don't know what came over me, but something inside of me ignited at the pure desire in his hypnotic eyes.

I had danced for many clients, but none seemed this tormented over me before. I faltered and caged him in bracing my hands on either side of him.

"Then touch me." I spoke softly.

His eyes widened a moment before the spell was broken. He broke eye contact as pink just dusted his cheeks. His hands still clenched tightly.

"I'm not allowed to." He spoke softly.