After Nera left, Dhenea once again waxed me smooth like a baby seal, touched up the gold wedding glyphs Rema and I had smudged on my sides and tits, and did my makeup. I mussed my hair until it looked like someone— Rema— had run his hands through it over and over again. Or fisted it.
By the time I’d pulled my outfit on and hooked the ankle strap of my new heels closed, the star had hidden behind the gas giant to plunge the planet into peach darkness.
My heart was thready, my palm s damp with sweat, but my hormones were in overdrive, horniness keeping the nervous nausea at bay. After these dances, Rema was going to finally fuck me. I would know what it felt to have that monster cock sink inside me. I was going to get fucking knotted tonight even if it killed me.
“Ready?” Dhenea asked, coming to stand next to me in front of the mirror.
I looked at her reflection and nodded. “Yes. Let's do this.”
She draped a shimmering black cloak over my shoulders to hide my body from view and together, we left the room.
The room Immainthe had chosen for Heat to take place was one of the grand ballrooms on the very top of the palace. It waspretty much a massive courtyard that she’d transformed into a whimsical dark forest, complete with holographic trees and long sweeping sheer black fabric that crisscrossed over the space. Red lighting had been set up all over to give the ballroom the ominous vibes I’d requested.
Dhenea had flown me up here, and now we were waiting in the hall for the bass of drums to signal my entrance. There were at least two hundred people out there, all wearing elaborate black masks, also at my request. Their clothing was gothic, in reds and purples and blacks.
The scene was set and my heart was pounding like crazy. I had to flex my hands a bunch of times, shaking them out because I was trembling so hard.
I could see Rema in the center of the dance floor, sitting on a single throne like black chair. A black pole was situated a few feet in front of him, a red spotlight shining on it.
He’d changed into an all black outfit, more like a suit of armor than cloth, with a stiff collar that gave him the look of a vampire sitting on his throne. He’d left his hair loose around his shoulders, falling in a dark curtain to his waist. His face was severe as he sat stone still, facing forward but not looking at anyone. All four hands were fisted in his lap. I couldn’t taste his emotions from here, but I imagine he was as nervous as me.
I shouldn’t be this nervous. I’d done this hundreds of times, for way bigger crowds than what was here, but for some reason, performing for Rema had me feeling like a rookie.
Deep drums pounded in a three beat rhythm.
“That’s your mark. Good luck!” Dhenea said.
I took a deep cleansing breath, stuck my heel out hard in front of me, and got in the mindset.Prowl, don’t walk. Hard steps. Drag the toe of your other foot forward with each step. Move those hips like the pro you are.
When the drums picked up the tempo, and a deep electric riff joined in to create a dark techno beat, I stepped out into the red light.
Rema’s head snapped up, his eyes locking on me with savage intent. Meeting his eyes, all the nervousness evaporated. The crowd faded into the background, until there was no one else in the room but us.
I shrugged the cloak off, smirking as Rema’s eyes widened, his lips parting in shocked awe, and started forward, matching my steps to the pounding beat of drums.
Rema’s gaze was riveted to me as I strutted my mostly naked ass across the floor towards him.
The outfit I’d chosen was entirely see through black mesh. With a wide strip around my breasts that showed off my new nipple piercings, the silver bars glinting in the lighting. The top was held up with chains connected to a collar around my throat and straps around my thighs connected to black chains holding the mesh to my hips. Chains stitched into black leather strips crisscrossed my stomach. I’d left only my pussy covered with a velvet like thong. It was stripper goth.You’re fucking welcome, Rema.
Once I got to the pole, the beat dropped into a grinding pulsing thing and as soon as I placed one hand on the black metal, I pirouetted to place my spine against the pole and sank down in a slow smooth motion, spreading my legs wide while dragging my hands up my thighs.
Rema’s gaze was unwavering in its intensity, his face set in harsh lines. It felt like a physical touch as his eyes roamed my body as I danced.
He’d leaned back in the chair, sprawling, with dark wings spread out on either side like a fallen angel, with his legs splayed wide until he looked like a warlord watching a concubineperform for him. Male arrogance and dark anticipation settled around him like a cloak.
With him watching I crawled to him, arching my back as my hands found his knees to slowly rise to the balls of my feet.
This close he tasted like fire. Scorching, all consuming fire. It drop kicked my own arousal off a cliff and straight into the bestial abyss below. I felt like I was floating outside my body, watching myself from above.
Arching forward up his body, I brought myself to my feet, pivoting on the toes of my heels to take a leap at the pole straight into an aerial dislocator, my legs splaying wide in a split as I brought my body around the pole into a side climb as the beat picked up into a heavy pounding tempo. A shoulder mount with full splits facing Rema so he could see the look on my face as I spread my legs before pointing them skyward to fall into an upside down arch, my legs at a ninety degree angle. The music tapered to a soft tune, a cry for sensuality, and I stretched into a dangerous bridge, holding it as the string instruments lamented before swinging upwards again to sky walk upside down to each drumbeat as the tempo climbed again.
Vaguely I heard the gasps and shocked exclamations of others in the ballroom, but they sounded so far away. I was so focused on Rema that I could almost hear his heartbeat speed up every time I did a complicated move that splayed me wide.
I stretched my legs out in a split, coming down to hang and sink to the floor as the music changed to a pulse. I brought myself to my feet with a body wave, my spine to the pole, and walked to Rema, my hips circling.
I flipped my hair back as I bent at the waist, leaning over him with my hands on the back of his chair, and undulated over him.
When his hands rose to grasp my hips, I retreated, coming to my feet to stalk around the back of his chair, trailing my hand over his wings and across his chest as I circled. I ran my hand uphis throat to tilt his head back to look into my face, leaning over the arm of the chair to kiss him, my tongue diving deep into his mouth. I pulled away, smirking at his glower, circling around to give him my back. With the music egging me on as it reached a crescendo, I gave the lap dance performance of my life.
