When the song is over, she stops dancing and stands motionless on the stage in complete silence. A group of four mimes, Jabbawockeez, run onto the stage and begin looking at her. They step closer, examining her with their eyes and mimes, but not actually touching her. Then they huddle up, talk, look at her, then huddle, then look at her, nod their heads, high-five and break. Two run off and two walk over and take her arms, raise them to shoulder height, then push them over her head. The other two reappear bringing a long pole and a paint bucket and brush. They mime discussing who is going to get to do what and they flip a coin. The two losers pick up the pole, hoist it over their heads, place Seary between them, dip down so her hands can latch on and they lift her off her feet. She hangs suspended. The other two take the paint bucket and brush, arguing over who gets to paint her. In my mind, little increments of time begin to tick off as I realize only her strong grip holds her full body weight. When the two arguing finally get down to dipping the brush in the paint, my heart seizes when it comes out of the bucket. Fuck! It’s the same gold paint she wore last night on her nipples! My cock floods blood with the memory of those taut tips, dangling right in front of me and my hand grabs it to stifle the throbbing that’s started again. The song "Can’t Stop The Feeling!" by Justin Timberlake begins to play and the paint brush is held out toward her body. The mimes, holding the pole, dance around so the brush applies paint to her body. They stop when the paint thins so it can be dipped again and the painter can change places with the one holding the bucket. Each time they stop and become distracted dipping the paint in the bucket, Seary’s body begins to dance hanging from the pole. When they turn back to her to apply the paint, she freezes, holding some very awkward poses that demonstrate her incredible strength.
The whole routine is both funny, seductive and powerful. When the song ends, the painters clap their hands together and admire their work. She has a gold stripe the width of the painter’s brush that wraps her body. Starting at her hairline and winding down around those plump tits, around her toned abs, around her asscheeks and down one of her muscular legs. Then the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP and strobes begin again and those two run off the stage, but the other two continue holding the pole.
The next song starts, and it’s "Scream" by Usher. Seary swings her body for momentum and flips herself upside down onto the top of the pole. She slowly lowers her feet to it, then springs off, flipping and landing like a cat. The two men, look shocked and flee from her. The lights on the stage go dark and the body paint glows. She begins to dance like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It's like liquid glowing. My entire body clenches. She mimics withering and it looks like rippling water. My mind locks up. Then she’s dancing, moving her hips mimicking lovemaking and it looks like waves. Knowing I could do that to her all night long until we would both be screaming, makes me even more determined to possess her to share my skills with her. We will be good together. What fucking fun we will have.
Immediately she transitions into "Pillowtalk" by Zayn. I feel her dance interpretation deep inside me and I realize we are kindred spirits. That’s why she’s having this effect on me. Sex is a paradise and a war zone.
The last song of the show is "Hollow" by Tori Kelly. Expressing how fragile she is and wants to be wrapped and filled like a cup because her vessel is hollow, but she longs to be understood. My heart hurts for her and therefore for me. I feel the need to hold her close, cherish her, protect her.
She ends the dance standing in the exact same spot in the exact same silent pose. The mimes return with a big barrel and stand behind her. They start to swing it, then they heave it up over her head and dump all the water in it on her. The paint washes away and she is left standing there naked, soaking wet, bare bronzed flesh, for everyone to see. Stunning! She is the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on. Then they lower the barrel down over her, topple it and pick it up, carrying her off. Right at the curtain, she sticks her head out and blows kisses to the crowd. The whole place sounds like a bomb went off when they erupt with cheers.
I leave without looking back to find Beverly, knowing I’ll do whatever it takes to fuck this woman, and I will fuck her over and over and over again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Mr. Moore." Beverly’s smile is confident. "Did you enjoy tonight’s show?" She pushes her iPad away from her.
"Yes, I did. That body paint was hot as hell."
She laughs. "I thought you would enjoy that. She was being painted when I walked in."
"It was pretty crucial. So, tell me, have they agreed? I’m anxious to meet her."
"No doubt. They want me to discuss a few things with you."
I hear Stacey’s voice from last night say. "She doesn’t do extracurricular activities." I brace for impact.
"Seary is our headlining star and tied directly to our brand."
"I understand that."
"Then you understand that she is an extremely valuable asset."
"I do."
"She’s someone we must protect as well."
"And? Your point is?"
"If you agree to all the terms, you’ll need to also pass a security background check."
I smirk. They must do this for all her Fucking Fantasy clients too. That’s a good thing. "Ok. I agree."
"You’ll need to provide at least 5 personal references as well. We will be discrete and not reveal why we are inquiring."
"I’m ok with that too." I reach into my pants pocket to get a business card. I lay it on the table, and slide it to her. "This is my Chief Operating Officer. She’ll be instructed to give you the information you request."
She takes the card and tucks it inside the flap of her iPad. "Seary’s time is extremely limited and therefore very valuable. Being our headliner isn’t her only obligation."
"Name her price."
"Before we go there, we want you to understand what a valuable commodity she is. She is one of a kind."
"Oh, trust me when I say, I fully understand that she is one of a kind." I smile at her hoping to assure her. She smiles back, but her eyes show she doesn’t seem to get my level of commitment, so I add before she continues her 'justification for this price' sales pitch. "I’ll pay $100,000 for a private VIP room to be alone with Seary for a two-hour exclusive session."
Her eyes nearly pop out of her face and she clears her throat. "Excuse me?"
"I’ll pay $100,000 ... for a private VIP room ... to be alone with Seary ... for a two-hour ... exclusive session."
Her jaw sags slightly, as she looks incredulously at me.
I smirk and add. "Plus if she agrees after our first meeting, I want an additional 2 hours every two weeks."
She blinks rapidly at me clearly not expecting this, trying to decide what course of action she needs to take. "I’ll put forth your offer and get back to you."
"I’d prefer you to put forth my offer now."
She studies my face and sees my determined look. "Yes. Ok." She pulls her iPad to her. I watch patiently while she gets her shit together and opens a chat with someone. I shift in my seat so I can read the texts upside down.
She types. *Are you available to chat?*
*Yes. What’s up?*
*I’m with Mr. Moore discussing Seary."
*Ah. Standby. I’m in the dressing room.*
Beverly smiles at me. "Just a moment."
*Ok. Is there a question about the vetting requirements?*
*No. He is a go.*
*Excellent. The price is firm. We won’t take less. I thought I made that clear.*
Her satisfied cat smile returns. *You did, but he has made an offer with other conditions I’m not comfortable approving. I need your okay.*
*What is his offer?*
*He wants two hours alone with her. An exclusive session.*
*Two hours?*
*That’s correct!*
*I don’t know about that.*
*He’s offering $100k.*
*$100,000 for 2 hrs?*
*That’s corre
ct.*
*Standby.*
She smiles again at me. "They are discussing it."
"I can read it," I tell her and her smile broadens.
"I believe you’ve shocked them too."
I smile. "Perhaps you should go ahead and tell them I want to be on a two-week rotation too." She grins and I realize she must be paid on some sort of commission structure.
She types. *Plus he wants an additional 2 hours every 2 weeks.*
*You're joking, right?*
*No sir! Def not joking.*
*You’re impression? Is he a crazy eccentric?*
She smiles and looks at me from under her lashes. *He seems normal enough. Didn’t bat an eye at the background checks.*
*Ask him.*
I laugh at that. "Tell him or them, or her, that I’m neither crazy nor eccentric, just very successful at a very young age, very rich, very private and very picky."
She types that in verbatim.
*Damn. Ok then. Wasn’t expecting this. Shifting things around. Standby.*
We smile at each other knowing they are going to make this happen. The thought of two hours in a room with Seary alone makes my cock very happy and while I stare at the iPad waiting for the date. My mind begins to plan how I will fill the room with roses and magnolias for our first session. The scent of natural beauty will fill it. I’ll tie it together with a compliment on her natural beauty and my seduction into her mind will begin. As they time ticks off, my eyes drift to stare blankly out at the people surrounding us. I’ll wear a tuxedo. All black. No boxer briefs so my cock can be seen without being exposed. I’ll have Champaign and dinner catered. I’ll focus the entire time discovering who she was, who she is and what makes her tick. No sex, but I will nail her with a kiss at the end of the night that promises firework the next time.
The iPad lights back up and draws my eyes. Beverly looks down and says. "Well, this is romantic, Mr. Moore. The first available is Valentine’s Day."
I can’t control my outburst. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Her eyes are startled with my outburst.
"No, sir. That’s what the date is." She spins her iPad around so I can read it myself.
"That’s three months from now!" I’m shocked and reply incredulously.
"Yes, sir. It is." She apologizes. "That must the first available date. She is extremely busy and we do have the Holiday season coming up. I know many girls take vacations during the month of January too. I’m not sure about Seary, but perhaps that’s why." She offers to calm me.
"Ask if a shorter time is available sooner." I point to the iPad. As she spins it back around to ask, I add. "Same price." That should work. Perhaps they are only negotiating now. I lean my arms on the table, anxious for the answer. My heart is holding my body hostage.
*Offer my apologies, but that’s the first available day she doesn’t have anything booked. She’s a workaholic.*
I stand up and my chair almost tips over. I command her to "Book it!"
Walking through the casino heading outside to get some fresh air, I see only the floor directly in my path, hear nothing but my own blood pounding in my ears and my own thoughts circling inside my mind.
Seary. Three months. Fuck! My mind is reeling. How am I going to make it three months? The thought of returning to Italy to my studio to satisfy my sexual needs passes through it, but only for a fleeting moment. I know I won’t be back there until after I’ve satisfied myself with Seary and that might be a while. If ever again. Seary has changed everything for me. Incredible as that sounds, I hear the truth of it in my heart and in my soul.
I exit the door and keep going past the valet station down the drive. I hook a left and walk. My pace is fast and determined. Weaving in and out of the flow of people. I head nowhere in particular. My mind is tormenting me with the images of her red, purple, golden glow. The way she looks. The way she moves. Her body. Her dance. Three fucking months. I have to wait three fucking months! I’ve finally found the one woman who has set my heart on fire and lit a flame burning inside me like I have never experienced before. Awakening feelings that I feared I was incapable of feeling. I laugh out loud at the irony of the whole thing. Right when I acknowledge that she could be the one, she’s pushed out of my grasp.
"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! OR I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP!"
I stop and look around. I’ve walked five blocks North without realizing it. The building I just passed is an abandoned warehouse I purchased a year ago, but haven’t renovated yet. In the low light, I can just make out two men squared off between the building and the adjacent vacant lot. There looks to be a makeshift tent to the right under some trees.
"Old man, you ain’t gonna do nothin’ but give me what I want or I’m going to take it from you."
"What do you want?" I ask as I head in.
I notice three dudes dressed in dark clothes wearing hoodies pulled up over their heads standing behind the young thug, leaning against the building. As I get closer, they push off and stand up. Alert to my approach. They are big, but young punks.
"Mind your own damn business." The old man says without looking at me.
"Yeah. Mind your own damn business." The younger man agrees.
"I am minding my own damn business. I own the damn property you’re standing on."
That revelation makes them all stop arguing and turn towards me. "What do you want from the old man?"
"They want my special forces ranger knife." He smiles at them. "But I ain’t part’n with it."
"How about you give it to me."
"Why the fuck would I do that?"
"'cause they can’t take it off me."
"They can’t take if off me either."
I walk closer. Going slow to keep everyone calm. I’m guessing this is a gang initiation. The young men eye me and I stare them down. They are confident that four on one or four on two are odds they can win.
"Give me the knife, old man. I got your back." I hold my hand out for the knife, and all hell breaks loose. The old man turns it on me and lunges. I sidestep him, grab his forearm, twist it behind his back and take it from his fingers. Then I shove him to the ground, step over him and confront his assailants, with a deranged grin on my face, tossing it nimbly from hand to hand, daring them to be brave. It is equally balanced and feels like my buck knife in my hands. "You think accosting an old man, makes you a gangsta? It only makes you a coward. You think 4 on 1 is good enough odds? Bring it on." I sniff the air. "Ah! I miss the smell of sweat, fear, panic and fresh blood." They all stop as one, realizing I’m dead serious about that. Punks! I flip the knife end over end, grasp the blade, bring it by my ear, cock my arm, flip my wrist, step to my target and fling the knife with all my force. The loud thud it makes when it hits and the vibrating sound it makes as it settles down inside its new home, draws everyone’s eyes to the tree. Everyone but mine. As soon as I released the knife, I closed the distance on the ringleader and I smash my fist in his face. Before he can fall to the ground, I’ve hit him two more times. He’s out cold when he lands on the ground and it’s the second loud thud the punks hear. They turn their eyes big as moons on me and I smash my fist in the face of the next closest one. He wobbles but doesn’t go down. I shove him out of the way while I step over the unconscious body and draw my fist back to attack bully number three. He steps back, turns and runs after bully number four. "You better run, you worthless piece of shit!" I yell after them, then look down when something grazes my leg. Bully number two is dragging the leader out from under me. I stare him down and he says. "Yeah. I learned my lesson. Don’t fuck with old folks."
"I saved someone’s life tonight. It might have been yours." I tell him. "Old soldiers don’t go down without a fight. Some of us even enjoy them, but others play to win no matter the cost."
He looks past me at the old man who is walking to where his knife is in the tree. Then he squats down, puts his buddy on his shoulder then carries him to the street. I hear the rumble of a car coming down the roa
d and hope this doesn’t turn into a drive-by shooting as I walk to the old man.
"You a Seal or something?" He asks me.
"Nope. Just an Army Aviator."
He laughs. "Damn. Fly boy! Thought you were a real soldier."
I laugh with him. "Marine?"
"Oorah!"
He holds his hand out and I shake it. "Thanks."
"You’re welcome. It looks good there. You should leave it."
"Yeah. I think it’s safe there."
"You got food tonight?"
"I ate at the shelter."
"Alright. I hear they are good people."
"Yeah." He pats me on the back. "Thanks again."
"Sure." I turn around and head back. My mind is clear and the tension along with the frustration is gone.
As I walk, I start making my plans. I may not be able to taste her sweet sexiness for three more months, but that won’t stop me from preparing for a long-term fucking arrangement with her. I’ve got changes to make to the East Wing of my house.
CHAPTER NINE
The jet touches down and I stretch, smiling. I text Maria. *Just touched down. Be there after I visit the Club.*
*Have a good time. We’re having Black Barbecue Pork Chops. Don’t be late.*
*Yum!*
Leaving the airport, I drive straight to Been Jammin'. When I arrive, Jimmy recognizes my Jag and positions himself to park it for me. When it’s my turn, he opens my door. "My man, Moore. You’re here early."
I step out. "I’m here to ensure everything is ready for tonight."
"Tonight? You mean tonight’s the night?"
I chuckle as I hand him my keys. "Yes, it is."
"Are you going to tell me who?"
"Nope." My smile feels like it’s brighter than the sun.
Walking through the casino, I head for Rebecca’s table. She smiles a warm greeting when she sees me approaching. "Aurei, are you excited?"
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