The Cavern

1. Encounter

"Damn it cat." Danny groaned, hand deeply entangled within her raven locks. A sleek fire encased her body, tightening as she felt the familiar knot building. Her eyes took hold of that faint place, binding herself in the warmth of that memory, letting it caress her until she was instructed to cum.

A ragged voice brought her back to the task at hand, to the emptiness that infested itself within her.

"Go on baby, cum for me." He coed, hands greedily clasping into her hips, his thrusts sloppy and unstable.

Though, she let him release, never truly finding her finish within his fucking.

Catalina loved these sessions, quick and to the point, she would then let all tension flow on stage. Even old Dictating Danny couldn't complain, it sure in hell brought in the clients.

"Finish cleaning up, you know in hell they're gonna smell you and want your ass so hurry that shít up. " He said, quickly zipping up his pants.

"You don't seem to care fuckíng me, you know it brings the clients in to." She murmured, a quick mistake she soon discovered.

She didn't have the chance to register what she just had said, but a sweet reminder she put her foot in her mouth once again did the trick, a fierce blow to the mouth had her stumbling back.

"Fuckíng respect, do I need to fuckíng remind you." He spat, fixing his silver rings in place as he awaited for her response.

She slowly licked her bottom lip, iron filling her senses, igniting the president creature that demanded to be unleashed. Before her claws had chance to unlock, they slowly resided back into their casing.

"No, sorry Danny." She mumbled, lapping up the droplets that's fell from her lip.

"Get your ass out there, Diego is gonna call you out." He said without sparing a glance, slamming the door as it rattled her bones.

She quickly pulled herself together, grabbing her pouch and making her way backstage.

"Damn cat, he did it again, let me fix you up before anyone notices." Pix whispered. Soft hands pulling you away as you struggled to keep up.

Before protesting, she pulled out her makeup kit and went away cleaning any trace of Danny's "fit".

"There, now theirs that cat that I recognize." She muted, smiling sheepishly as she pecked you're lips, hunger beckoning your senses and soon flailing as she picked up her equipment and made  her way back to her set up.

Cat had time to glance the mirror before being summoned. She intently took in her appearance; her hazel eyes looked feral, a caged animal ready to pounce. Her long ebony hair fell in waves, ending mid-torso. Her milky skin looked smooth, lips looking extra plump from the devious assault, especially the bottom.

Pix sure in hell knew how to clean up a busted lip. She managed not only to make it less noticeable, but fuckable. She heard Diego in the distance, quickly finding her way back to her senses.

"Alright gentlemen, personally one of my favorites, My little island, If you treat her right you might just take a trip to her paradise, Miss Catalina."

Such a brave introduction that Danny would pick up on, pixie intently fixating her gaze on her before she pushed passed her.

Show time, she shoved past Pixie and made her way on stage as the lights became dim and the spotlight hit her section. She threw her pouch in the corner and swooped up on the pole, swiftly going down and landing in the splits. She got up and danced to the rhythm, letting her emotions control the beats of her body. She began stripping, which followed by shouts and hollers of how her island tasted. Was it tropical? Sweet? Bitter? Maybe a mixture?

Her eyes took in their arousal, almost scoffing at the indecency of these fucked out men who couldn't last two seconds while masturbating, a shame for their wives that you could give two shits about.

She noticed him, way in the back.

A man in black nearly seated, decorated in a sleek suit, no wrinkles or imperfections; just cut and crisp. His hair-cut clean and precise.

His right hand had began to make a beat with the music, slow steady beats patting into the grey sleeked table. His blue eyes seemed like a stormy grey, just brewing within each beat her body made. He sat, watching, without a movement, only but the beat of his fingers fell.

She noticed him, right of the back, feeling his tension and anger. It was as if she was a lion and he Daniel, instead she fed of the ferocious emotion that oozed off of him. Selfishly taking it all.

She was nude now, body bare to all. He didn't flinch, or reach as the other men did to smooth off their excitement, he sat with the same intensity that had her clawing at her body, hands smoothly massaging against her own.

Her eyes pierced into his, as he took her in, a game they soon found. She let him eye fuck her, letting his anger coaxe her into more sensual movements, her best set no doubt. Danny would soon catch on to the exchange, this man would be on the 5'o clock news before morning. Not like she'd give a fuck, just another sympathetic sheep that found its way into the lions den, would they ever learn?

Her last 5 minutes were coming to an end, she went in for a twirl and let her torso slowly go down. When she looked for him, he was gone. Her session was done and she picked up her cash, stuffing it in her pouch, meticulously giving a wink and blowing a sweet kiss as she slowly made her way backstage. She knew Danny would be awaiting for her in his office. As she made her way for the corner, someone quickly pulled her in, smothering her with a soft cloth, bitterness hitting her nose like a freight train.. then.. she saw black.