One Dance for Case (Possessed 2)

“Yes.” She smiled back. Her final dance of the night was just for Casey. Her hands were shaking with excitement, which was why Pixie was waiting for her. To do her hair and makeup.

A couple of nights ago, Casey admitted to a fantasy he had of her dancing for him. Strangely, it was something she’d thought about, too. Striptease was one of her favorite movies of all time, and there was a particular scene where Demi Moore was dancing to an Annie Lennox song called “Little Bird”. She was getting her curled and pulled back by Pixie, then putting on a little black number and glittering her body to the point that she looked like Tinkerbell had bathed her in fairy dust.

Once she was ready, about thirty seconds before she was set to go on stage, her friend slapped her ass and said, “Go get him,” before running out to put Case in the center of the room. Ev wanted a spotlight on him so it looked like she was dancing solely for her man.

Wrapping the white feather boa around her shoulders, she waited to be announced. Peeking through the curtains, she saw Casey was where she needed him with a confused scowl on his handsome face.

“I present you with…Evie!” the DJ called again.

Her music cued, the spotlight shone, and she was off.

Case watched as Ev swaggered back to the dressing room with a little more confidence than she usually had. He knew she was up to something but was distracted by her friend.

“You better be good to her, boy. Soldier or not, I’ll whoop your ass if you make her cry.”

The glare he shot Casey was serious. He believed the man would, too.

“No plans to, sir.”

“She’s been a godsend since my Irene got sick. She listens to my ramblings, makes me feel less alone.” Casey heard the pain in the other man’s voice. He couldn’t imagine what he would do if something happened to Ev.

“What’s wrong with her?” he asked cautiously.

“Brain cancer.” A wealth of emotion hit him. “She slipped into a coma this morning. My Irene won’t be coming back.” Tears clogged the older man’s voice.

A split second decision had Casey pulling a card from his pocket. Handing it to the other man, he told him, “You need something, you call me. Understand?” He understood Steve meant something to Ev, or she wouldn’t have been so relaxed around him. Looking at the card for a moment, the guy seemed speechless. Putting it in his pocket, he nodded his head with a wavering smile. Gratitude shown in his eyes.

“I mean it. You made Ev smile. She doesn’t do that for just anyone.”

Before either of them could say anything more, Pixie was at his side dragging him from his seat. “Come on, soldier boy, you got a spotlight.”

“What are you talking about?” Her laughter was his answer.

Soon enough, he was sitting in the center of the room, a spotlight on him, and Ev was being announced to a song he’d spoken to her about a few nights before.

Sitting back in his chair, legs spread wide and arms loose at his side, he waited with bated breath as she appeared from beyond the velvet curtains.

Fuck. Me.

She looked like a fallen angel wearing all black except for the white boa around her neck. Glitter adorned her entire body, making her glow ethereally. The music beat, and he was lost in the sway of her hips as she danced about the stage. Her eyes were directly on his. To her, he was the only person in the room.

He had no idea what she was doing, just that it was flawless, and she kept circling in closer to him but never enough for him to grasp her. Gripping the arms of the chair, he sat in tightly and watched transfixed as she floated around the room on flawless feet.

The muscles in her calves rippled with the effects, her hair flowed around her as she twirled in a circle with one hand on the pole. Finally, she danced to him, coasted actually, dropping her boa across his shoulders. Grabbing his hands, she placed her feet on his and bent backwards. Lifting her hips high in the air, her back contorted in a way he thought would be painful, but she simply smiled as the room broke out in applause.

Fuck.

His woman was stunning when she moved.

Boisterous cheering interrupted his admiration of her body—from her sleek lines to her pillowy-soft breasts. His dick was harder than it’d ever been, and he was ready to take her right then and there. Her song was winding down as she went back to the pole and damn near made love to the fucker. Rubbing her body all up and down it as she watched him.

He was sure his hardening cock was evident behind the tight jeans he was wearing. Climbing up the pole to bend backwards and glide back down seemed to be her signature, as she ended every show with it.

He had a hard time between loving it because her entire body was on display but also hating it because everyone else saw it as well. As the final chords played, she took a quick bow before collecting the massive amount of money that had been dropped on stage.

Jumping off the platform, he ripped his button-up, flannel shirt off and followed her. Catching her in the hall, he ordered her, “Let’s go,” as he wrapped his shirt around her.

“But, I have to get my stuff.”