Page 12 of Sing Me a Song
“Shame, I like watching you the most.” He grins what he must think is his panty dropping grin.
“I bet.” I wink and suddenly my back is hot as a body steps up to it.
I know who it is, it’s the same energy as last night, and I watch as Kyle scurries off down the bar like the pussy he is.
“You carved into my ass like a fucking thanksgiving turkey, you asshole.” I snarl my back still to him.
“Is that why you're not dancing?”
Fuck me, that voice.
“I’m damaged enough on the inside, I’m not feeling like displaying the now damaged outside.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“Do you want to never dance here again?” His breath hits my neck and I shiver from its warmth.
“Are you going to whisk me away and give me a better life?” I snort.
“No,” he chuckles and the sound goes straight to my clit.
I turn to confront him but once again see his back as he walks towards a table filled with the other band members and their manager. All of them wear hoods, save for the cunt in a suit, and all of them are looking my way. Raiden sits in the booth and leans back, his legs opening wide. His fingers begin to curl the hairs on his chin and my mouth waters when I remember where they were early this morning.
My reaction to him is nothing short of visceral and from the smirks of his bandmates, they notice it too. The only one not smirking is their manager, he’s looking at me like I’m unworthy, and his brow lifts as if to ask why am I still looking? I flip him the bird and turn back around on my stool. He doesn’t intimidate me but he is dredging up these feelings of not being good enough.
I hop down from my stool and make my way back to the dressing room. I’m inebriated from alcohol but alcohol stopped being enough a long time ago. Now I need something stronger, something more chemical to stop myself from succumbing to everything I’ve failed to deal with.
“I have to do three dances tonight.” Diamond moans from the vanity beside me.
“Sorry girl,” I shrug as I cut my lines into the glass top. “I had an accident and I don’t think men want to see a bloody bandage on stage.”
She looks at me skeptically but I don’t give a fuck. Diamond is a girl who grew up with a lot of money and this is her big rebellion to her pretentious family. She’s pretty enough, but her face always holds that haughty sneer rich people inherit. Her hair is a dirty blonde and her eyes a bright green. She’s average height and her body is still all soft curves, showcasing her lack of work and young age.
“I was asked to come tonight.” She lights a cigarette and I scrunch my face at the smell. I hate cigarettes. “Looks like I might be working at some private party.”
“Were you given a knife?” I ask her.
“What?” She looks from me to the coke on my table.
“Nevermind.”
“Carl asked me to come.” She flips back her hair with a grin on her face.
She’s had a thing for Carl for a while now and I find it amusing when he barely acknowledges her. He’s easily fifteen years older than her but whatever, all girls find themselves crushing on an older man at some point in their lives. I’ve had a few myself.
“Diamond.” Freight calls “You’re up.”
I turn to look at Freight and his jaw is clenched as he purposely ignores me.
“I’m sorry about not waiting for you to walk me last night.” I tell him, I’m not sure how much Carl has told him.
“That could’ve been dangerous, Tempest.” His deep voice growls. “You could’ve been grabbed. Do you know the type of men that watch you?’
Okay, so he knows nothing about what happened.
“I know, I won’t do it again.” I tell him as he gives me a short nod and walks Diamond to the stage.
I’m finally alone in the dressing room. Diamond is about to do her set, Queen is walking the tables, and Tiny is doing a private dance down the hall. I lean back in my chair and breathe in deep, I can feel something is coming, something different, and something life altering. It’s there just floating beyond my reach and I’m ready to leap forward.
“You should wear your leather number, the dominatrix one.” Carl says.