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“More.”

“Fuck me. Make me come, make me scream, please.”

Julian releases my wrists, grabbing my hips and slamming into me. The slap of our skin together turns me on even further, and I’m moaning now because I can’t help it. The way he’s filling me up is breaking me open, unleashing pleasure that I’ve never felt before. I’m trembling with it, vibrating, exploding. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…

He strokes deep every time, pushing into me at the same time he’s pulling me toward him, fucking as hard as he can. My breath is coming in gasps, and I’m so close, so close, so close. Julian reaches down and around, fingers stroking my clit, and he whispers to me, “Come for me, little dancer.”

And damn it, I do. My orgasm breaks over me like the most perfect wave, delicious pleasure washing through me as he continues to thrust into me, drawing out my climax as he finds his own. My pussy spasms around his cock, trying to keep him close. Julian almost collapses on top of me, his body pressing me into the desk. His mouth is at my neck, breath heavy as mine. “What are you doing to me?”

I laugh, “Whatever it is, it’s not just you.”

He lifts himself off of me, cleaning up, and I pull my underwear back on and fix my dress. I feel empty without him inside me, and I’m tempted to suggest a second round, even though I know I’m due back to the dance floor any minute. Julian comes over to me, framing my face with his hands. “I like you, Libby Valentina.”

“I like you too, Julian Rivers.”


He smiles, this one brilliant and boyish. “That’s good to hear. And if you’d like, I want to take you out. Somewhere that’s not the club.”

“Really?” I gasp in mock horror, “But then where will you fuck me into oblivion?”

His eyes darken, and I risk a glance downwards to see him hardening again, and I smirk. “The club is always available for that.”

“Good to know. So when are we going on this date?”

“Soon,” he grins at me.

I roll my eyes. “Soon? That’s all I get?”

Julian leans down and kisses me, lips soft and sweet, quickly turning hungry. He pulls away like it’s the last thing in the world he wants to do. “That’s all you get, little dancer.”

“Fine. I suppose I should go back to work now.”

He smirks. “I suppose so.”

I head to the door, noticing for the first time that I left it open, and any one of the club employees who has access to this hallway could have heard us—seen us. The thought doesn’t make me as upset as I thought it would. Who knows, maybe Julian is right. Maybe I am a little bit of an exhibitionist. I look back only once, gratified to see him staring after me.

I run into Cosette as I come out of the elevator, rushing towards the back doors of the club where I’ve noticed people take their breaks. She has a pack of cigarettes in her hand. She seems less jumpy. Maybe she’s come down from the high. But smoking is another one of her warning signs. “Hey, Cos,” I say, stepping in front of her. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, but she doesn’t look at me.

“What’s going on? I thought you quit smoking. I thought you quit getting high.”

She taps the pack against her hip. “I did, I just do it when I’m anxious.”

“Anxious? Why are you anxious? Did something happen?”

She laughs, but it’s the kind of laugh where nothing is really funny. “It’s nothing, I promise. I’ve got to go. Not much time left on my break.” She pushes past me before I can ask her anything else. Something is clearly bothering her, but she’s not going to let me ask what. At least not here. Again I hope that when we’re at home and things are calmer she’ll talk to me. Back on the dance floor, I get back into the cage, lifted back into the air for my second stint as a star.

6

The next few weeks feel like falling. Falling into a rhythm, into happiness, into a whole new world.

Club Deep is my reality now, every night like entering a dream. I never thought that I would have a job that I would love this much, and the people at the club love me. I get tip spotlights regularly, and every few days Julian tips me some insane amount that makes the special effects of the club go wild and whips the crowd into a frenzy. Cosette likes it too, I think. She gets tip spotlights from time to time, but not the way I do. When we were little, we dreamed of being professional dancers together. Granted, we never thought that it would happen like this, but still.


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