The Red Platt's Dancer

"You don't come around places like this all too often, do you?" He asks with a smirk as he rolls his body slowly from his head all the way down to his thighs as he kneels on the stage.

I watch him with my bottom lip between my teeth as I try not to get excited watching every move that he does.

"You know, you should be careful in a place like this," His silky voice sounds out as he comes down the steps and stands in front me with beads of sweat dripping down from his hair down to his neck and all the way down his sculpted chest to his abs.

"W-why?" I mutter as he moves his hand under my chin and lifts it gently so my face is angled up for him to see.

"Because you have an amazing body," he bends down slowly and brings his face close to mine. "And lord knows there are some people who can't control themselves when they see such a pretty girl like you." He whispers as his lips graze ever so slightly on my cheek.

I lick my lips as I watch his lips hover centimeters away from mine. "And such a pretty face too, if you worked for me you'd have people lined up all the way down the block just to see you." He smirks as he lifts me up from the chair and spins me around and sits me on his lap.

I blush from his boldness. "I thought we weren't allowed to touch dancers." I furrow my brows.

"No you can't, but for you I'll make an exception." He smirks as he moves my hair so my neck is exposed.

"Such a charmer." I scoff at him and he lifts an eyebrow at me.

"So, are you down?" He asks me and I raise my eyebrows at him.

"For what?" I ask him.

"To work for me of course," He smirks devilishly as his eyes wander down to my shoulder.

"As a dancer." He continues as he picks up a lock of my hair and plays with it by swirling it around his finger.

I look down at his eyes and bite my bottom lip. "Yes."

He stops playing with my hair and looks up at me with those eyes of his and smirks.

"One condition" I say.

He nods for me to continue. "What is it?"

"You have to teach me."