章節 11: Past - 8. First time she met Paul (2)
The man put the cigar at his lips and while taking a slow drag from it, without showing emotion on his face he looked at her lustful body unapologetically. After looking his full he shifted his eyes to the pole in the middle of the stage, and then back to her.
"Dance." He ordered as he picked up the remote from the table and increased the volume of the song that was being played in the private cabinet.
Regina strode up to the stage, gripping the pole with one hand and doing a slow spin as she exhaled, releasing her stress and apprehension in one slow breath.
"You are okay. You are beautiful. You will be fine", Thinking all of that in her mind she rolled her neck, repeating the mantra, her long hair sliding over her skin as her head moved.
She didn't remember when was the first time she felt this self-conscious as she wished for the lights, bright lights to hid everything from her.
Then she took another breath and moved, gripping the pole and swinging her body up and out into the air, a swirling motion that spun the room out of focus, allowing her a brief, short moment of invisibility.
Lost in thoughts She slowly started getting reckless on a pole, trusting her legs and arms in a way certain to cause damage. But even so, she rode it relentlessly, caressing it in a sensual way that leaves nothing to the imagination. The beat moved through her and she got lost in its strength, pulsating against steel, spinning away only to return to it, her heels a blur of clear sparkle, her thoughts lost in the movement.
Soon her bra unable to keep up with her, with one quick unclasp, released her heavy breasts as she spun slowly downward, her legs suspending her body upside down above the hard floor. One
outward fling, and sparkles and black sequins became airborne and joyful in their flight. She kept her panties on, the thin fabric of which was the only thing between her and the pole.
When the song ended, she was panting, her eyes finally moving and traveling across the floor and then up to the man sitting on the couch.
It certainly was at that moment, when she was exposed, bare and gasping, on the stage before him. He had the cigar in his mouth and lust in his eyes. It was a look she was accustomed to. But on this man the look was different. Hungry and possessive, he ate her with his stare, with the blatant desire that he made no attempt to hide.
"Come here," he commanded.
She moved carefully, down the steps on the stage, her sky-high stilettos wobbling slightly on their downward descent. Soon she was before him. She stood there and watched as his hand moved, adjusting himself, the silhouette of his thing outline on his pants. He glanced at it, and then at her.
"Suck it."
Regina hesitated. The look in his vivid brown eyes intoxicating but commanded her.
But without wasting a moment she was on her knees, her hands working the leather of his belt then the zipper of his pants. Soon his thing was in her hand and the next moment in her mouth, her lips sliding over his rock-hard thing. Behind him, the three bodyguards stood there motionless and silent, their eyes looking somewhere forward and hands clasped.
After a while, Regina started coughing with heavy breath. Before she could even look at the man and clean his thing, the man stood up put it back, and walked towards the door as two of his men followed him leaving Regina with one of his black-suited men.
After the trio left, the remaining man stepped forward, gave his hand, and helped her stand up and without wasting a moment he pulled out a thick bundle of currency notes from inside his suit and put it in her hand.
Surprised Regina looked at her hand, thinking it was too much for a tip. Hiding her astonishment she looked up was about to speak when she realized there was no one in the room. In the dim light, she was standing alone with a bundle of cash and with loud music in the background.
With disappointment, she looked back at the bundle of cash and realized a note attached to it.
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