I give him a weak smile. How is it this man is everything my boyfriend is not, yet everything I’ve wished I could have?
“Ladies, can I have your attention for a minute, please?” Knox calls to the room, and everyone falls silent. I feel my face pale. “This here,” he wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side, “is Candy. Show her the ropes, tell her how it works, and someone find her something to wear that’ll bring her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend to his damn knees.”
One of the girls saunters over to me and links her arm through mine.
“Girl, I’ve got just the thing to match your cotton candy vibes. Take a seat, I’m going to make those men bust a nut when they see you.” She giggles and guides me to her vanity stool. My eyes flicker to Knox, who gives me a nod in reassurance.
“Ruby will take good care of you. I have to head back out to check on some things. You’ll be just fine.” I exhale a breath and give him a shy smile.
“Hey, Knox?” He stops at the door and turns to face me.
“Yeah?”
“Please don’t let me make a fool of myself up there.”
Knox gives me a sinfully delicious smile.
“When in doubt, eyes on me, Sweetness.”
“You look fucking incredible.”Ruby stands back, admiring her work. You look like a fucking goddess.
Running my hands down the length of my body, I turn from side to side, checking out how I look in the full-length mirror. I don’t think I've ever felt this sexy in my entire life. The hot pink brassiere hugs my breasts in a way that accentuates my bulging cleavage. The tiny sequins lining the straps of the bra shimmer with every slight movement that I make. The matching high waist panties with a garter belt secured around my midsection andthighs, tie in the look perfectly, making me feel like a walking sex goddess. Jason is going to shit himself when he sees me walk out onto the stage.
“Here,” Ruby hands me a black latex pair of thigh-high fuck me boots. “Size seven, right?” I nod and give her a grateful smile. Her kindness means the world to me as I’m putting myself in such a vulnerable position. All of the girls have been angels, helping me get ready to bring Jason to his knees. I sit back in the chair and fasten the boots to my thighs, standing up slowly, trying my best not to topple over and faceplant. Inhaling a deep breath, I relax my shoulders and give myself a quick pep talk.
You can do this,Candy.
A few of the girls walk me through a couple of basic moves, giving me foolproof advice to help me look like a pro as I make my center stage debut. Destiny shows me her infamous twerk, and we laugh together as I attempt to pop my ass the way she does.
“Maybe just stick to twirling your hips,” she advises, and I nod, agreeing twerking is not my forte.
“You ready?” Ruby asks, and I blush.
“As I’ll ever be,” is all I can muster. I’m scared shitless that this was a huge mistake. That I’m acting out from all of the pain and hurt this man has put me through. But the other part of me is fulfilling a dream to let go of my inhibitions and take control of my sexuality. To reign my power over the weaker sex simply because they lack the control to suppress their urges. Stupid men.
If u think I’m pretty, by Artemas begins to play, and the stage lights dim. I take that as my cue to enter. Stepping out onto the mirrored stage, I strut in my boots, every step intentional, setting the mood for the moves I’ll make. Swaying my hips to the music the way Ruby taught me to, I whip my hair as I rub my hands down the length of my body, feeling myself as my body feels the music. I’m still too far back for Jason to seeme, so I take this opportunity to dance for myself and work up the nerve for what’s to come.
Dipping my body low, I get down on all fours and crawl down the stage, arching my back like a wild animal on the hunt for her prey. Getting to my feet, I hear the catcalls and howls from the barbaric men enjoying the show. Some of them throw money on the stage, others wave it around trying to grab my attention, but I pay them no mind. I’m not here for the money. Using a nearby pole, I crouch low, rolling my body against the cool metal, grinding my inner thighs up against it, feeling the beat coursing through me. This feels liberating. I dare a twirl on the pole and steady myself, feeling a rush of excitement from how much fun I’m having.
A burly man with rough hands comes too close to the stage and grabs hold of my ankle, pulling me toward him, and I let out a yelp. Falling forward on my hands and knees, I feel embarrassment wash over me. I take a few moments to center myself when I look behind me and see that the man is no longer there. Instead, I find a pair of gentle blue eyes locked onto mine, holding his hand out to help me back up.
“You’ve got this, Sweetness.” A small smile graces my lips, and I take his hand, pulling myself back up on my feet. I look down at him from the stage as his eyes roam over the length of my body. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as his eyes travel back up to my face.
I’m feeling brave. I do a little walk around the pole, peaking over my shoulder, and bite down on my bottom lip, playing coy, and then swing myself around to face him again, winding my waist down to his level. Opening my legs wide in front of his face, I give him a peek at what I’m allowing him to see. His eyes grow dark and delirious with hunger, never leaving mine as I try my best to seduce him with my dancing.
“What the fuck?” I hear a shout from nearby. “What the fuck are you doing?”
And just like that, I remember why I'm here in the first place. Jason shoves a guy out of his way, ready to remove any body that dares step in front of him, his fury written clear as day across his face. Knox steps in front of me, blocking Jason’s access to the stage.
“You came for a show, didn’t you, Jason? Is this not what you wanted?” My attempt to put on a brave face is wavering, and there’s a slight tremor in my voice as he gets closer and closer, closing the distance between us. Even though Knox’s body stands as a large shield before me, it doesn’t stop the panic that squeezes in my chest.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re playing at, Candace, but you’re going to get your ass down here right now.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen anger in him the way I do right now. If his eyes were fire, my body would be nothing but a pile of ash.
I don’t move, feeling safe behind the confines of the stage and Knox’s rock-hard physique. Jason hasn’t said a word, but I have a feeling that if pushed, he’ll tear this entire place apart to get to me.
FIVE
CANDACE
