What He Won't Do

Chapter 7: Glitter

Terrance had been riding around all day in his new car, telling himself he didn't need her. My heart beats just fine without her, he thought. But deep down, he knew the truth: he was sick without her. Not all the weed, liquor, or money in the world could change that.

Pulling up to the strip club, his mind swirled with thoughts of his wife, but he figured a few dancers shaking their hips might numb the pain. The moment he stepped inside, one woman caught his eye like no other. Glitter sparkled all over her dark skin, shimmering under the neon lights. She was stunning, too beautiful for a place like this. He wondered what she was doing here.

I wanna make her mine, he thought, heart thumping faster.

He slid into a booth, barely noticing the waitress until she was right in front of him.

"Sir? Excuse me? Sir?" the half-dressed waitress called.

Terrance blinked, startled. "Sorry," he said, pulling out a thick wad of hundreds. "Get me the most expensive champagne you've got and see if I can get a private dance with that girl over there." He nodded toward the dancer still moving gracefully on the stage.

The waitress smiled, eyes sparkling, and disappeared down the hall.

Terrance couldn't believe his luck. Aside from Tomeka, this was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She had to be his.

When the waitress returned with a chilled bottle of champagne and a room key, she led him down a dim, winding corridor. The doors stretched endlessly on both sides, lit by flickering sconces.

As they reached the door to his room, Terrance glanced back down the hall, but the dancer was nowhere in sight.

"Is she coming?" he asked, tension creeping into his voice.

"Yes," the waitress said, eyes gleaming, "but the rules say she can't come in until the room's paid for and you're inside."

She handed him the key and left, closing the door behind her.

The room was small, stuffy, heavy with the scent of lavender, a scent that was both soothing and strange. Terrance sat on the edge of the bed, waiting, anticipation building.

Then she appeared.

Glitter.

Her shoes were made of glass, six-inch heels that lifted her like a goddess descending into his world. The light caught the crystals, making her glow. She moved with a dangerous grace, every step a promise.

"What's your name?" Terrance asked, voice low as she approached.

"Glitter," she whispered, slowly dropping her bra, letting it fall to the floor like a secret.

He smiled. "That explains everything." His eyes followed her as she slid her silk panties down her long, dark legs. Her perfume, sweet and intoxicating, wafted into his senses as she bent over, a silent invitation.

"Tonight," Terrance said, voice thick with desire, "is going to be a good night."

She laughed, a sound like a spark in the dark. "A really good night."

He felt himself harden beneath her touch. She leaned in, breath warm against his neck, and he relaxed, surrendering to the hypnotic rhythm of her movements. His mind quieted, giving in to her spell. In that moment, he belonged to her completely.