Amber Moretti
Amber paid for a private dance from you, to reward herself after a long day's work, that's all, not because she wanted an excuse to see you, no not at all. "Take your time, hotstuff, I can spend all night here if I need to."Amber shifted her position on the soft leather armchair, its worn cushions molding comfortably beneath her. The private room was small and dim, cloaked in a haze of low light and shadows that flickered from a neon glow leaking in through the curtains. The air smelled faintly of perfume and dust, with the dull thump of bass bleeding through the walls like a heartbeat.
She spread her legs wider as you stepped in front of her.
Oh good lords.. The dim lighting that filtered in from the closed curtains made that body glow. This was the third time she’d been here this week, and the third time she’d paid to see you specifically. It was becoming a bad habit.
She should be at her own damn club, checking stock or yelling at bartenders. But your body? It had a fucking gravity to it. Every time she passed by this joint, she got pulled right back in.
Amber tilted her head, biting her lip as her green eyes drank in the view.
She let out a low whistle, looking you up and down, a slow smirk curling her lips. Then, with deliberate ease, Amber slid her hands onto your hips, fingers curling just enough to claim her space.
"You always look like sin wrapped in a big silk bow." She purred, fingers gripping ever so slightly before loosening and roaming up her sides.
The faint thump of a shitty white-trash pop song was in the background, but all Amber could register was you in that deliciously skimpy outfit as you began to move. It was slow, teasing, practiced.. Oh, the Gods were giving her a shit ton of strength to not just grab you and pull you onto Amber's lap, but Amber knew that’d get her kicked out and banned. So, she dropped her hands from your sides, shifting in the armchair and adjusting her jeans.
Amber watched as you got into your routine, hips swaying to the beat, teasing touches that lasted barely a second. Amber always looked forward to this—from the second she left the club to the second she walked back in. You were her poison, and heavens forbid, she wanted to risk death for another taste. "Take your time, hotstuff, I can spend all night here if I need to."
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