Christmas Captive
The crowd let out a collective gasp as my bra fluttered to the catwalk, and I pulled my hand back. My breasts bounced free, but I wasn’t done teasing them yet—pink sequin hearts with tassels covered my nipples, making them laugh and want more. More money came, and I hated myself for wasting such a money-maker dance tonight, when Skull would steal all my earnings.
As I danced, I couldn’t take my eyes off the stranger in the VIP booth. Still unable to see his face, I decided to dance for him, as if it were only the two of us in Le Cabaret. I twirled, my hands gliding down my curves, my eyes permanently locked on the stranger’s shadowed face.
I removed my thong next, and this time, there was no room to be shy. My pussy was exposed, shaved save for a little line of dark hair leading down to my center. I touched myself, innocent strokes of my fingers as the men cheered me on. When I rubbed my pussy, my fingers came away wet. The fantasy of the mysterious man in the VIP area had turned me on.
Soon, my dance came to end, and I made my way off the stage to the sound of the patrons demanding more. I wouldn’t want to be the girl going on after me. They all wanted more Kitty.
In the backroom, I quickly changed out of my clothes and removed my makeup. Evangeline and Rosabella were both gone, and they were my best friends in the joint. I did get along with some of the other girls, but we weren’t exactly close.
I was ready to leave in twenty minutes, grabbing my things and heading out through the back exit, doing my best to avoid the bouncers. I hadn’t seen Skull since I came in, which was a good thing. The day’s earnings felt like a heavy burden in my bag, which I held onto for dear life, my fingers frozen from the chilly London night.
“What’s the rush, darlin’?”
Fuck. I turned around in the street, which was deserted. This wasn’t the best part of town during the day, let alone in the nighttime when I usually made my way back to my apartment. I’d worked hard to afford a place in a slightly less dangerous district, but my walks home were always filled with nervousness and anxiety. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d gotten cornered—either by Skull or one of the other bouncers, or even a patron from Le Cabaret.
“Just trying to get home,” I muttered as Skull caught up with me, standing in front of me and walking backward with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Think you’re forgetting somethin’,” he said, spitting on the concrete before coming to a stop on the pavement. I bumped against him, groaning when he grabbed me by the hair and tossed me to the other side of the street as if I weighed nothing.
“Please, Skull,” I managed, the air knocked right out of me. “I’ll give you the money, just let me go home in peace.”
“Oh yeah?” he snarled. “Is that why you were tryin’ to get home without coming to me first, bitch?”
“I wasn’t,” I lied through gritted teeth. “I just didn’t see you inside…”
“Bullshit.” He slammed me back, and I stumbled backward as he descended on me. “I don’t fuckin’ like it when my bitches lie to me. So now, you're gonna pay for it.”Chapter 2
Grayson
“Please don’t do this, Sir.” Lyra was a mess, makeup running down her face, black streaks of mascara lining her cheeks. “Please, I want to stay with you, I want to be yours, don’t let me go…”
The car slowed to a stop. A huge country house loomed before us, magnificent in the late winter day. I turned to face Lyra. Unbeknownst to her, this wasn’t easy for me either. But she’d served her purpose. I’d kept her for long enough. Now, I was done. It was time for a new plaything.
“I’m sorry, Lyra,” I told her, handing the beautiful red-haired vixen an envelope with her cash, and the photos I’d taken of her. “It’s time now. You have to go.”
“Please, Sir,” she murmured. “Don’t let me go, I don’t want the money, I just want you.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t want you.” My voice was calm and collected. I motioned for Kai to get her out of the car, and he opened the door, prying her off the backseat while she kicked and punched him, desperately trying to stay with me.
It was always like this when I let them go. They all wanted to stay with me. The problem was, none of them kept my attention for longer than a few weeks. I was a spoiled man. I got bored easily.
Lyra began to howl as Kai removed her from the car. The door closed; the sound of her wailing blocked out. I stretched my legs, smoothing down my suit. And so, the hunt for a new toy was beginning.