Page 59 of Play With Me
For Misty’s sake, I hope she likes it rough. Luca tends to take the Halloween shows very seriously.
“Permission slips?”
“Liability waivers,” I correct Anders.
“I thought everyone signs those when they do their intake?” His voice floats through the crack in the door.
“They do, but I told you, Halloween is a whole different type of show.” I double-check my appearancein the mirror one last time before stepping out of the bathroom.
Anders looks up from his phone briefly before doing a double take, his mouth hanging open as his wide eyes run down the length of my body. He isn’t discreet as he rearranges his dick in his pants. “You’re not going out there dressed like that.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t take orders from strays,” I croon, slapping my mini catch pole against one palm. I’m wearing a latex bodysuit that’s high-waisted and cuts just beneath my breasts, hoisting them up to my chin. His eyes catch on the x-shaped pasties over my nipples with their silver rings and looped chains that connect to each other and up to a thin collar around my neck.
Anders swallows thickly, rising from the sofa to approach me. He’s dressed like a stripper cop, and it sends a trail of fire down my spine. “Looks to me like you’re the one wearing the collar, baby girl.” He fingers one of the chains, sliding his hand up to cradle my neck.
We aren’t planning on performing tonight, but his reaction is exactly what I was hoping for. I shift on my toes, my thigh-high latex boots already hurting my feet.
He mistakes it for something else entirely.
Smirking, he lowers his head until our lips are barely touching. “Is my girl eager to please tonight?” His thumb slides up the hollow of my jaw to press atmy lower lip, plunging into my mouth where I trap it between my teeth and suck, swirling my tongue around the pad.
“Fuck me. Look at you,” he swears softly. My suit is skintight, but I can feel his fingers rubbing over the material that covers my pussy. “I’ll bet you’re so fucking wet already, aren’t you?”
I pull the catch pole down and secure it around his neck. Silly man didn’t even realize I’d wrapped my arms around him and lowered the cable around his head until it was too late. “Yeah, baby,” I moan dramatically against his mouth as I press up and kiss him with a laugh. “I’m so wet. Why doesn’t my good boy get on his knees and lap up all my mess?”
He snorts with a smile and pushes me away carefully, grabbing the pole from my hands to release himself. “You’re a smartass.” I head for the door, grabbing my wings and mask as I pass my desk. He calls out behind me, “You’re really gonna make me throw hands with someone tonight, aren’t you?”
Turning, I grin as I slip on my wings and secure my mask with a shrug. “Not if you can catch me first.”
Anders darts toward me, slipping his mask on quickly as he readies the catch pole. With a squeal, I take off down the hall and disappear into the Grand Room. It’s packed, full of angels and demons, monsters and fairytale characters, slutty nurses, andthe occasional sports player all gathered together for one thing.
One giant, horror-filled fuckfest.
“There are too many people here,” Martin bellows over the cacophony of lust-fueled screams and the whirring buzz of power tools. “This was not well thought out.”
I wipe my sweaty hair away from my face. The room is crammed with so many people that it’s hard to breathe—not to mention the air is stale with the stench of corn syrup and sex. We have to be at maximum capacity, if not over it. “Where is Luca? They should have stopped letting people in!”
Across the room, I see Anders searching for me in a panic, the red pulsating lights slicing over his handsome face. Pulling Martin down, I speak into his radio, “We’re over by the main stage.”
A wave of corn syrup flies from the drop cloth and splashes my left side, covering me in the sticky red substance. Martin says something else into his radio, but it’s drowned out by the high-pitched squeal coming from the woman on stage who’s hogtied and being gangbanged by a bunch of cowboys.
There’s a sharp pinch beneath my left butt cheek.I whirl around, ready to tell off whoever touched me, but there’s no one there. Well, there are lots of people, but no one is paying me any attention. Reaching down, I swipe my fingers over the dull throb, but my fingers only come back covered in corn syrup.
Wiping my hand on my bodysuit, I pull Martin’s head down again. “Find Luca. We have to get some of these people out of here.”
I hate seeing my club like this. In all the years we’ve been doing these shows, it’s never gotten out of hand. Luca knows better. Myteamknows better.
So what the fuck is going on tonight?
Anders appears by my side, hands gripping my waist as he pulls me to him. “Where the fuck is Luca?” he roars into my ear.
“Apparently, no one knows.” Another roar of a chainsaw peals throughout the room, followed by an ominous cackling that sounds like something out of a horror film.
A grim reaper grabs my bicep and hauls me against his sweaty chest. “You looook like funnnn,” he slurs. I can smell the whiskey on his breath through the fabric of his hood. He smells like he bathed in it.
What the fuck?
Yes, we have a bar, but clients aren’t allowed more than a few drinks. No one has ever been allowed to get drunk. Jace knows better, but then again, Jace might be in the crowd tonight.