"I take you with me now," he said, grabbing ahold of my hand and tugging me out on stage after him.
My muscles all locked up. Terror squeezed me tight. What was happening? When he pushed me down onto a chair in the center of the raised platform in front of a room full of screaming women, I almost peed. Just a little. And then the bass dropped.
"Oh, my God." I couldn't believe what was happening. I watched in awestruck horror as the man who had led me onstage began to dance around me. His hands brushed my arms, his fingers lifting my hair. My eyes were wide. My breathing shallow. What. In. The. Ever-loving. Fuck.
A peel of laughter erupted from beyond the crowd, and I had to give the man credit, he didn't fucking miss a beat. But I did. Oh boy, did I. I narrowed my gaze out there into the dark as the lights came up. Lizzie was practically sprawling—standing up—throwing herself on Delilah in hilarity. Delilah, who, for her part in my humiliation, seemed rather amused herself. Lizzie was dying of laughter. Her eyes were squeezed closed, but even from my position on stage, I could see the tears running tracks down her cheeks.
That was okay. It was probably better for her if she died of laughter; because if she was still alive by the time I got off this stage, I was going to murder her. Slowly.
My cheeks flamed red and I squeezed my eyes shut as the man suddenly came to a stop in front of me and—just like the man before—ripped his pants away. There were moans in the audience.
"Oh, geez." I stared in both a kind of awe and just plain dismay as the man rotated his hips in front of me before dropping to the floor and doing a series of confusing gyrating moves that I was sure meant that he had a few extra joints. I was watching with concentration as he moved up to my body, spread my legs and began to give me a lap dance.
I blinked and nearly jerked away, but my back hit the chair and stopped any further movement. I raised my gaze and met a pair of ridiculously amused and also somewhat confused ocean blue eyes across the room.
I gasped out. "Oh. Fuck.”