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"How was your party last night?" Calum asked.

"Pretty good, I guess," I shrugged.

"You enjoy that little dance you got from the Sleek Panther?" Calum smirked. I blushed. After it happened I was teased until we got home. From then on Ashton and Calum teased me until I fell asleep. Luke was asleep in his bed when we got home so we didn't wake him. It is almost lunchtime and he still hasn't come out of bed. Calum and I sat in the couch while Ashton was at the store.

"Where's Luke?" I changed the subject.

"Probably still in his room," Calum said. I nodded and got off the couch. Just as I stood up the front door creaked open. Luke tiptoed in, not prepared to see me standing there. He jumped in shock when he noticed me. Clutching his heart, he screamed at me.

"Michael! What the fuck?"

I was confused. How did he just walk in the front door when he was in his room. He noticed my confusion and walked over.

"What's wrong?"

"Weren't you just in your room?" I asked.

"What do yo- I mean, yeah. I just snuck out the window to come in the front door!" He said, faking excitement. For what, I had no clue. What's so exciting about coming in the front door?

"Why would you do that?"

"To see you of course!"

He was acting suspicious, and I had no clue why. There was no reason. He couldn't come to my party last night and was asleep the whole time, right?

"Happy birthday, Michael." He patted my back.

For a split second, I had a flashback to last night. The way he said those three words reminded me of the Sleek Panther. The way his tongue wrapped around the words pulled me in.

Luke basically skipped to his room. I still stood in the same spot five minutes later.

"Uhh, Michael, are you okay?" Calum questioned. I broke out of my trans and forced myself to nod. With Sleek Panther on my mind i couldn't focus on anything. My mind was hazy, kind of like I was high. It sure felt like it.
"I'm gonna leave you alone. You need it, buddy," Calum left through the front door.

I tripped over my feet trying to get to the couch. I plopped down on the couch, almost landing in the floor.

Sleek Panther was really fucking up my head. I couldn't function correctly without a part of my body remembering the way his hands felt. His silky voice that only spoke two words, but words none the less. His fit legs that worked with every move. His big ass that he just wanted to pinch.

It was bad.

I needed to see him again. Maybe that's what it'll take to get my mind off of him. I would go down tonight and see if he was there. Then I'd get a dance from him and see if it helps. If it doesn't, well, I didn't plan that far ahead.

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The drive to the club was painful. It was a matter of life or death, for my dick. If the Sleek Panther wasn't here I don't know what I would do.

Rushing into the club, I spotted Luke's uncle at the bar. He was talking to one of the servers, seeming to be discussing something important. He probably had a lot a stuff to do but I didn't really care at the moment.

"Uncle Johnny!" I screamed over the pounding bass of the music. It was only early in the evening but the music was still blasting. He paused his hand movements and he spun in my direction and met my eyes. His mean frown turned into a polite smile and he motioned the server to get back to work. The worker hurried off, wanting to keep his job.

"Michael, hey buddy! What brings the newly 18-year old over here?" He spoke loudly. Even with his loud voice I barely heard him over the music.

"I was wondering if, uhh, well..."

"Come on, Michael, I don't have all day," He pushed.

"Ok. Well I was wondering if, um, ifSleekPantherwasperformingtonight?"

"What? Speak slower so I can understand ya, boy."

"Is Sleek Panther performing tonight?" I slowed my words down. He looked scared for a split second but it went away as quick as it came.

"I t-think so." His voice shook when he spoke. I eyed him quietly, confused busy his behavior. "I-I need to get back to work. See you l-later, Michael," he waved to me then went in a door that said 'EMPLOYEES ONLY'.

I took a seat at the bar, figuring it would be a while before the dancers came out.

I was right.

It was a took 6 hours.

That meant I was drunk as hell. I had been sitting at that bar since four in the afternoon and it was now ten. I took that time and filled it up with drinks.

When the sexy music started playing I knew it was time. I stumbled to the crowd of men around the stage and slipped through to get to the front. There were grunts of disapproval but no one really stopped me.

By the time I had gotten to the front, Sleek Panther was already dancing. Everyone was drooling over him, including myself.

His moves were just as sinful as the night before. His hips swung with such determination I could cry. He looked so in place on that stage, like it was his destiny.

It was just about time where he picked someone from the crowd. I was hoping he would pick me. I really needed this.

He bent over, getting a good look at the faces in front of him. He always tried to be polite and smile at them but most just came to get off. They didn't want polite, they wanted slutty. He was the best at being slutty.

I couldn't help but notice the way his smile was familiar. Like I've seen it before last night. Maybe it was someone I had just met on the street, I had no clue.

I could tell when he spotted my face. He was shocked and tried not to let it show. His movements faltered but he picked them up quickly. He reached out for my hand and I gladly took his. I would any day.

The same chair was there from last night. He placed me down gently and began his moves.

"Why are you here again?" He whispered in my ear, like he knew me.

"Uh, to get another show," I said. A look of realization crossed his face before he put on his sexy face. He didn't say another word to me the entire time I was up there. He just danced on me, and I wasn't complaining.

Instead of taking me off the front of the stage, this time he took me through the curtain. He bowed for the crowd and showed me a flash of the nice ass. He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind the curtain. I felt this hand before, now I was sure of it. I couldn't exactly place who's it was but it was someone close.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, afraid he would kidnap me. He shushed me with his fingers on my lips and continued to drag me along a long corridor. We stopped in front of a door that said 'SLEEK PANTHER' in black cursive writing. Oh shit. I'm getting a private dance.

He forced me into the big room and on the black leather couch. He shut the door behind him and locked it. I was totally creeped out now.

"Um, are you going to kidnap me or something?"

"I'm giving you a private dance," he shyly whispered.

"But I never payed for one."

"It's on the house."

I'm in for one hell of a ride (literally;}).

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