He let go of the pole.The momentum he’d built up as he swirled around it carried him several yards through the air.He landed, crouched on the very edge of the raised stage at the exact same moment as the music stopped.
He hadn’t changed into the clothes he usually performed in before he stormed on to the stage.He was still wearing his jeans.Pulling himself up to his full height, he tossed his hair back from his face and ran his hands through it, letting his fingers tangle into the wild lengths and tug at the thick blond strands as he raised his gaze and dared any man in the room to meet his eyes.
None of them did.Most of them were still too busy staring further down his body anyway.Cameron slid his hand across his chest and down his abs to the top of his jeans, gathering up every man’s attention along route.
Very slowly he unbuckled his belt.As he withdrew the brown leather from the loops on his jeans, he let his free hand toy with the top button of his fly.A sneer crept to his lips as he sensed the expectation develop in the men around him.
Holding his belt doubled over in his right hand, he deftly undid his fly with his left, revealing the line of golden blond hairs that traced a path down to his dick.In no mood to be coy and tease, he simply pushed the denim down and let it pool around his ankles.
The belt stayed in his right hand as he wrapped his left around his exposed cock.Half hard already, his dick quickly stiffened further under his own touch.
Ignoring everything else, he let his audience see his pleasure.He gave them a few minutes to wonder how much it would cost them if they wanted the privilege of being able to touch him that way, or maybe of getting his hand to stroke their cocks instead.
Gracefully kicking away the tangle of denim from his feet, Cameron strode down the steps that led off the stage and into the crowd.
No one moved.No hands reached out to him, not tonight.No one dared.
Making his way between the tables, his body moving to the music that replaced his first song, Cameron continued to work his hand around his cock.
He made sure he let everyone get a good look at him from every angle.The harder their cocks were, the more generous their wallets were.Glancing contemptuously at their crotches, he knew that there would be some high bids for his time that night.
Some part of Cameron wanted to believe that he wasn’t heading for any particular table as he made his way around the room.Most of him was far too cynical to believe that kind of bull.He soon stood before the pride.
He kept his gaze up, refusing to show any hint of submission or weakness before them, daring them to try to look down on him.Some of them appeared just as fascinated by him as most of the humans had been.The leader of the pride, however, obviously wasn’t one of his admirers.
So much anger and disapproval radiated from him, it was almost palpable.Cameron let his hips rock and his cock thrust more firmly against his own palm as he stepped closer to him.Like he cared what the old man thought of him!
Cameron smiled down at the leader, promising that he really didn’t mind if it was a lion or a human who bought Caramel’s time that night.Claws scraped against the table as guy barely kept his temper in check.
Eyes glowing with success, Cameron turned toward the other lions, and the humans that sat with them, as he slowly made his way down the table.
One of the lions, the smallest and youngest of them, was wearing a collar.Cameron’s hand faltered around his dick as he saw it.The friction from his palm almost ceased to be enough to keep him up.He looked quickly to the man sitting to the little lion’s right.He was undeniably human and just as obviously considered himself the cub’s master.
Cameron quickly turned his eyes away from the sight.
His gaze fell on the last human in the group—the only one of them he’d set eyes on before, and the one man he’d have given everything he possessed to never have to see again.
The man ran his eyes leisurely over Cameron’s body as if calculating exactly what he was willing to pay for every inch of him.By the time he finally met Cameron’s eyes, it was all Cameron could do to stop his claws creeping out and tearing his own dick to shreds.
He had no interest in a man like that, no matter how handsome the guy was.Cameron had no desire to wear some rich bastard’s collar and be kept as his pet until the guy grew bored with him.It was far better to whore his body out for an hour than to rent his soul for however long a punter wanted to keep it.But, still, he couldn’t look away.
As he stared into the man’s eyes, Cameron’s hand continued to work around his dick, pushing himself closer and closer to his climax.Something about the man had a way of creeping past every sensible thought in Cameron’s head.He called to him in a way he would never have believed possible, until it had happened.
The scent, the sight, everything about the man demanded that Cameron creep closer and find out more about him.His feet moved without his brain’s permission, until he stood between the guy’s negligently extended legs.Hips still rocking in time to the movement, Cameron let all the other men in the room fade from his mind.
Releasing his cock from his fist, Cameron raised his hands, and he danced—not for a club full of men, but for one man.
Within a second the guy, lifted his hand off the arm of his chair and reached for him.Swaying back, just out of range, Cameron continued his performance, his body gyrating and grinding to the music as he pushed his hands through his hair again.
The man stood up, a frown gathering between his brows at Cameron’s teasing.He obviously wasn’t used to that, wasn’t used to any man not giving him anything and everything he wanted just because he clicked his fingers.The rich brats were all the same.
Cameron’s lips twisted into a sneer as reality reasserted itself.He raised a contemptuous eyebrow, and, without a single word, he turned his back on them all and made his way, gracefully and languidly, toward the gap in the curtains that would take him back to the dressing rooms, and to where one of the waiters would have tossed the clothes he’d discarded on the stage.
Cameron didn’t turn and look over his shoulder.He didn’t smile at the richest guy in the room and invite him to come backstage and find a private location to finish what they’d just hinted at starting in public.
The other dancers did that every night.But, in spite of everything, Cameron liked to believe he had more pride than that.He stepped through the curtains and strode quickly to his assigned dressing room, never looking back.Slamming the door behind him, he leaned back against it.His claws ripped into the woodwork, just like emotions he couldn’t control tore through his mind, leaving nothing more than tattered shreds in their wake.
In that moment, he wasn’t quite sure what scared him more, the idea that the man would come back and ask how much it would cost to screw him, or that the guywouldn’tdo that.
