The lights shut off as the swing slowly lowers. My feet have barely touched the ground when the sound of hot pipes rumbles and revs in the distance. I’ve heard about their ring of death and the kind of crazy stunts they do on it. Sounds fun, though I don’t have time to catch up because I’m rushing into my room to get changed for the final act. I still have the words of Eli’s promise etched into my skull. He’s a tease and I’m not the kind of girl who has any restraint when it comes to being teased. I prefer to do the teasing.
I swipe off my clown makeup and opt for something sexy and damaged. Dark shaded eyes, black lips, and hair tousled into messy waves. I keep my jacket tied on, only this time removing the clothing—and by clothing, I mean G-string—pushing it in my pocket.
“Hey!” Saskia and Rose pop their heads around the corner of my curtain. “You did so well out there tonight!”
Saskia falls down onto one of the chairs opposite me as Rose starts searching through my makeup. Rose is candidly blunt. There’s no hidden agenda in her words. If she wants to say something, she’ll say it.
“It was fun, but I do want to tweak some scenes.”
Saskia grins, her eyes hooded. There’s a reason why I like Sass, and it has a lot to do with the mechanisms in her mind being—a little—similar to mine. “Well, raise hell, whatever you do.”
“Always do.” I roll my lips between my teeth.
Rose bends over the vanity, swiping my black lipstick over her lips. “You decided who you’re going to fuck tonight?”
I stand from my chair, grabbing my top hat and placing it on my head. “For once, whoever I want.”
A steel cage lowers to the ground, caging us in like animals. Fog fills the ground and I’m painfully aware of how many people are inside. Suddenly the audience doesn’t exist. Lilac LED hue bleeds through the dusty fog, and music fills me to my core, blanketing my anticipation. My palms itch with sweat, and no matter how many times I swipe them down my coat, I can’t seem to brush it off. I swallow past the dryness in my mouth, my senses all heightened. The atmosphere is sensual and forbidden, almost intoxicating enough to make me believe I shouldn’t be here. “She Thinks of Me” by Landon Tewers begins playing and my eyes close to the bass.
Maybe I shouldn’t be here.
The smoke thins, but it’s always just enough to blanket us without it being too much. It fits the aesthetic. My legs connect with a chair right in the middle of the cube, and I fall down onto it, looking up at the ceiling. Purple and black stripes stretching into high peaks, condensation and sweat dripping down my sternum. Rose is walking past but pauses when she catches me on the chair. The chair that is starting to feel more like a throne. Her hands come to the armrests as she leans over enough for her lips to touch my ear.
“You bored?”
My lips part around my smirk, warmth flooding me enough to drown out whatever is happening in the background.
She glides her finger up my inner thigh. “You want me to help with that?”
I lean farther into my chair, widening my legs. She drags her finger down the swell of my breasts, over the metal pierced into my nipples and over my belly. I tense when she slowly lowers to her knees in front of me, her lips brushing against my inner thigh. I stare down at her in fascination as her tongue laps circles around my flesh until I finally give way and widen my legs even farther. Her thumb brushes against my clit in circles as she peers up at me behind hooded eyes. When she lowers her mouth and warmth covers me, my lips roll between my teeth as I push up higher to watch what she’s doing. Her dark hair is pulled up into a slick pony, her toned arms holding my quivering legs apart. She flicks her green eyes up at me as her mouth suckles around my clit in pressured rotations. The hairs on the back of my neck raise as I hold my breath. Exhaling deeply, I shove off my coat and bring my fingers to my nipples, squeezing them between my finger and thumb. The first roll of pleasure sweeps into my bones in electric waves, releasing through my pores.
Rose stands to her feet, swiping her lips with the cushion of her thumb while smirking down at me. “You taste good.”
“I’ve been told that…”
Rose comes closer, spreading her legs on either side of my chair and lowering herself down on top of me. Movement catches my eye from behind her, but it’s not until I hear that familiar voice whisper into my ear from behind that I figure it’s not him who is behind Rose. It’s the other one.