SINNERS - 22

Milady

Many altercations played out in my mind, absence from the gorgeous blue-eyed monster did clear my mind from distractions. Although, the amount of pleasure he emitted into my fibres did countlessly loop my mind. I despised this feeling, with each moment wondering about what the Devil is up to. He staked temporary control over me and that wasn’t what I signed up for, to be controlled and damn will not by him.. My tongue still ravished by the taste of his whiskey and spicy cigars. The scent of his spiced cologne still filling my nostrils and the desire forming in my belly didn’t halter the ache between my legs. Shit - I hate him.

When I came back to our apartment, darkness blanketed the place. Luckily when I scouted the place there wasn’t any visitors waiting for me, discovery of ‘Black Coffee’s’ dirty pile of clothes in April’s room did indicate that they had one of their few sessions before her absence. It crossed my mind whether ‘Black Coffee’ would return and I wished he wouldn’t, I wasn’t prepared to answer his endless questions and be under his scrutiny. ‘Black Coffee’ couldn’t handle this, just because he is in a gang didn’t mean he could handle the dangers of the underworld, ‘Nevertheless’ he was Able to continue his relationship with April.

It wasn’t long before I passed out on my bed, with darkness came those haunting cerulean eyes that I craved to devour but it seemed he is beating me to it. Staring into my destructive soul that indulged in taking the souls of others. It revolted me to even imagine his presence, to actually desire him. Emotions complicated things in this line of work, especially if you have an endless number of targets on your back. This had to be lust, RIGHT! I only want pleasure from him, feeling his tongue in my mouth, That gasp of breath he likes to do, when he is satisfied, nothing of that emotional bullshit, only sex. Feeling each other, wanting more…

There is more at stake than just my head on a silver platter if I don’t deliver, my name rested on this mission and I rather die than go back empty handed. The thought of this being my last mission didn’t scare me like most would think, it excited me and jolted the nerves in my body. Bodies scattered and blood to shed, my kind of territory. Its an addiction really, I attempted to leave and leading a dull mundane life didn’t; satisfy me like it did others. Sometimes I questioned why April would even leave or how for that matter. Its like a drug, to slaughter. I loved the sensation of warm blood coating my body and the sweet pleas for mercy beckoning my ears. There is so much that draws you in, you don’t ever want to leave. April might think its insane to actually adore these kinds of things but secretly she loves it more, the Power. Whether she admits it or not isn’t my decision, she constantly battles with accepting who she is, a killer.

Time wasn’t on my side; two weeks is my allocated time and I planned on bringing her home in one piece. Plus, Jack wasn’t allowing anymore time. This is obviously a family member without hesitation and the overwhelming fire erupting within my body, the dark part wanted to prove that I could concur this mission without blinking an eye. Maybe I am overly confident but then again, I knew my capacity. In addition, the role of being a stripper came naturally for obvious reasons. Deception is second nature to me but the difficult aspects is tricking them and finding Valentina at the same time.

Jack didn’t send me there blindsided, night of the sudden mission reveal to his friends is also when he called me into his office. Never having met Valentina, I couldn’t rescue her without analysing the features, which is what Jack did. He handed over a photo of her and to say I was flabbergasted would be an understatement. Captivating coffee sparkled within the golden syrup that mixed with lime, her eyes where truly ethereal that you couldn’t decipher the dominant colour.

Luscious decadent chocolate waves cascaded upon her back, defined cheekbones, perfectly proportioned lips that accentuated her face. The one thing that drew you in is her mysterious smile, it wasn’t just happiness but a few other components that made her all the more fascinating.

‘Did you memorise it?’ Jack’s menacing voice questioned.

‘Yes’ I replied.

‘Good’ he said, then threw the picture of an angel into the flames of his fireplace.

We Didn’t utter a word: the sound of the paper being eaten away filled the silence. Her perfect smile disappearing before our eyes and that drew me out of the memory.

‘Your next sweetheart,’ the presenter announced with his boyish grin.

Nodding my head, a devious smirk playing on my lips as I felt giggly for the event to come.

‘Showtime’ I muttered.

(THE STRIPPING SONG, PRESS PLAY)

The stage resembled Cherry Pop, only this one looked much more luxuries. Soft arrays of golden lights glowing around the centre stage, a theme of black and marigold running through this club. Slowly approaching the middle, lights splashing upon the sparkles adorning my bra which made the room dazzle. The song I picked had a radiated to the depths of hell, disturbing and haunting.

The beat appeared, swaying my hips from side to side. Hands situated behind me, grabbing the pole eagerly as I forced their attention to my curvaceous controlled hips. Swaying further down the cool silver pole before going back up. Grabbing a hold of the pole with one hand while I sensually walked around it and hooked my left leg around it after the first lap. Swinging around for another round and then halting in front of their watchful gazes. My body flat upon the pole, arching my back that in turn curved my spine and stuck my breasts towards their hungry gazes. Sliding my body down to my knees, spreading them apart which gave them a perfect view of my laced covered ‘Treasure’. It thrilled them once I continued to drag my fingers over my hips, crawling up my body until they felt the soft skin of my breasts.

Dropping my head back while a silent moan escaped my lips from the sensations of being in control over what turns them on.

When my head came back to stare at their lustful clouded eyes, something switched in my brain. It wasn’t a variety of men judging me for the audition but only one man sat in my vision. The man I despised, who made my blood boil and my core ache simultaneously. It couldn’t be possible, my eyes had to be deceiving me. His sky-blue eyes were glowing against the light, each bathed in desire and lust. Darkness warped around him, yet the remained in the spotlight. I couldn’t feel anything but fire erupting from his hungry gaze at each inch of my body, the music drowning me in the need for him.

Electricity sparked between us, charging each molecule in my body. A craving made its way through my body, electrifying a need to make him hard, to make him want me without the touch of me. I dropped my upper body to the ebony tiles, the cold mixing with my heat. Arching my buttocks into the air, slithering forward as I drew his attention to what he loved to grab most on a woman. Once my body laid flat, I turned my body for my back to lay upon the cold, angling my head towards his predatorily magnetic eyes. Walnut curls dishevelled while his features, entrancing. My legs in the air as I made walking motions with them before spreading them apart for his enjoyment. I could visibly see his pink, juicy tongue dart out to coat his cherry stained lips that always tasted of my favourite flavours; whiskey, spice and him.

His knuckles turned ghostly white from his painful grip on the arm rest, large hands that radiated fire that I begged to burn me. Plopping back onto my knees, dropping my head back while I ran my fingers over my breasts and then behind my neck onto charcoal waves to flare them out. Placing my hands onto the tiles, I crawled towards the edge of the stage. The distance between us still vastly apart and it didn’t stop him from straining his features and aligning his gaze to my cleavage. Dropping my hands for support, lifting my body up as I stared into his alluring eyes, dragging them over my legs inch by inch till I reached my full height. Walking back to the pole, I flashed him a smirk before hooking my right thigh around the pole using it as support since I lifted my leg up. It gave him the perfect view of my ‘Honey Bee’, letting my left leg fall back to the ground. I twirled around the pole before wrapping both my legs around the pole. Climbing it until I rested at the top, pressing the pole between my breasts. Drifting my hair to the side to have a clear view of Jack, Chills ran down my spine from his smouldering lips. Tugging onto my bottom lip as if I could taste him all over again, it became all to consuming once I arched backwards, back flipping onto my knees into a spreading position with the pole between my legs.

Running my fingers through my silky curls, I anticipated the words that would escape his lips. Jack’s muscles strained against the white formal shirt, veins popping out from his sleeves being folded up. I didn’t need music to run my own scorching palms over my breasts, imagining his in their place. Dropping my head back and releasing the moan that oozed with need. When I returned, it wasn’t him anymore. The haunting man with dangerous eyes wasn’t greeting me by looking at me on this stage, instead the original men of this club stood up with their lustful gazed beckoned upon me. Did I imagine jack in their places, acting out one of the many things I wanted to do for him?

‘You are hired,’ the dirty blonde almost screamed with the sultry green eyes.