Angel In The Club

CHAPTER 29

Later that evening we dressed in what seemed to be our 'Sunday best' and I hoped with all my heart it was in commemoration of Sasukra birthday and not some other sick encounter with some special clients or endeavor. I was fresh out of tolerance and restraint to not kill someone. That last encounter with the old man was bad enough I never wished to feel like that again, I swear.

We had planned to do a special pole dancing feature for Sasukra while she watched and tell her happy birthday over the mic. Birthday or not Damian had insisted that she would still have to work and pay for her 'stay' as the devil in Armani said. The love of money, I doubt he knew that scripture he was definitely blinded by it and greedy.

Tonight Narumba went a bit further with our makeup by layering inches and inches of gold glitter eye shadow above our eyes that made it hard to keep them opened.

When the disco lights caught It, this caused them to dazzle and shine and I bet that was the effect she was looking for.  Sasukra went onto the pole platform and I thought she would start dancing and was pleasantly surprised when Amanda appeared beside us and handed over a cordless Mic to her.

She then opened her mouth and I was instantly swept up by her maple syrup voice while the sound warmly enveloped me. Courtney looked as dumbfounded as I was while Narumba smiled knowingly and nodded along to the melody. It was a song I'd heard many times before and covered by a great number of people but hearing her doing a rendition made it sound like a fresh song. I quickly got goose bumps as she exploded when she arrived at the chorus: I care I don't care too much but I still care. I was being transported to a place of soothing magnificent voices like that of the cherubs in Heaven.

Everyone started standing up and looking towards the stage their attention captivated and enraptured. She song the last bellowing note and the room then erupted with applause as I was about to bend my elbows to start clapping I felt a cold hand placed over my eyes blocking my vision. I jumped a bit and quickly kept my stance. The hands were supple like a woman's and I was having problems determining who it was, when I smelt the familiar cologne that Jareth wore for the past two nights I've saw him.

"I know it's you Jareth, I can identify your scent from a mile away or in the the middle of a crowded room."

"I think I will have to stop wearing this bottle then and change up my style. I can not allow you to be able to sniff me out where ever I am. A man is not a man if he is not unpredicatable."

"Whatever, you weirdo." I said smiling.

He removed his hands and the applause had died down now and everyone was going back to their seats and respective places. I felt Jareth tug on my arm then started pulling me away from the area where the bustling bodies surrounded me  and down towards the hallways. At first I was a little hesitate and fought against him. He turned around and looked at me pleadingly and then I gave in. We stopped at the first door.

I tried the knob of the door. This seemed like a ritual for us now everytime he came here we seemed to always be staying in one of these cramped rooms talking for hours. I was about to push the door open when Jareth promptly pushed it shut. I turned around to where he was behind me looking at him confused and irritated, when he started looking deeply into my eyes and his lips corked into a half smile, rendering me speechless.

"You have beautiful eyes do you know that?Your eyes are so brown I never seemed to notice that before."

He said so softly it was less than a whisper. I had to strain my ears to hear him clearly even though he was just mere inches from my face. His hot breath fanned against my increasingly feverish skin.  He then started placing his hand on the side of my face and my head involuntarily rested against his palm. I felt intoxicated even though I hadn't drank any alcohol since night. My thoughts became blurred and foggy when he stood so close.I started zooming in on his blood-red, lips and the sexy curve that accentuated it at the top.

I imagined how it would feel to lock lips with him.  I couldn't believe I was thinking that. Jareth then briskly pulled me even closer against his surprisingly firm, muscular body by my waist.  I felt some of the air being knocked out my chest as his member poked me in my mid area.

My entire body seemed to be on fire and the blood hummed gloriously in my veins, when he lowered his head to mine and held my nape causing my head to stay in place while he softly kissed my lips. Then before I could think clearly about what I was getting myself into I opened my mouth allowing his tongue to roam freely. He deepened the kiss and I felt my loins sing out in rejoice and my toes curled in my open-toed heels.

Jareth reached behind me and turned the knob on the door. The smooth surface disappeared from my back and was replaced by Jareth's strong comforting hand. We navigated our way through the pitch, black room without breaking our kiss. Eventually my legs made contact with the edge of the bed and almost instantly Jareth climbed on top of me,straddling my legs.

I felt like I couldn't get enough. The more our lips molded against each other and become one was the more I felt like I needed more. I think it was the same for Jareth as his kisses became even more desperate and sloppy, our breaths creating it's own symphony.

He  flicked his touch into my mouth in the most erotic movements. He then ran his mouth along the outline of my lips, occasionally nibbling on the swollen tissue there. He started trailing kisses along the length of my throat and moved on to sucking on spot where my pulse was beating frantically. I felt like the neurons in my brain were being vaporized by the searing heat of his caress. I vaguely wondered how far we would let this go and I knew then, I couldn't stop even if I tried and wouldn't.

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