Page 10 of Disco Fever

I saw Dante reach over and place his hand high, very high, on Kat’s thigh. He was lightly rubbing between her legs where Iimagined her clit must have been. I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh, drinking in the image. I opened my eyes and looked directly into hers as I used my words. “I understand.”

Then I did something so bold, something that I had been wanting to do since they helped me with Juan. Even more so since I saw them fucking on the car the other night. I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips to hers, as if in invitation. And to my surprise, Kat didn’t pull away. But when I broke the kiss, she didn’t even look surprised. She looked pleased. Delighted. And she licked her lips.

“Fucking hell,” Dante said under his breath. He shook his head with a smile, turned the car on, and put it in gear. “Ladies, as much as I wouldlovefor this to continue, if we don’t go, I’m afraid I’ll ruin these pants.”

My curiosity got the better of me as I glanced down at his lap. Sure enough, there was a very clear bulge in Dante’s bell-bottom pants.

“He’s right, angel. We will continue this, but not here.” This was said with finality, as if I had no other option. “There will be another time, one that's more… appropriate. But I’m glad to know that we are all on the same page.” Kat grabbed my face to look at her and kissed me hard. Our tongues danced together as I lost myself in the moment. She tasted like sweet oranges and sin, and I ate it up. I never wanted it to end. When she finally let go of me, she grabbed Dante by the cheeks and kissed him the same way. They were less than an inch from my face. I could feel them both, their breath directly on my face and it was intoxicating. And I needed them. Both of them.

“You guys can call me Dottie, you know? I like angel though too.”

6

KAT

The next weekend,Eden’s Inferno was having one of their infamous themed nights. Every now and then, the club would have a night centered around a specific theme, usually to celebrate something special or help attract new eyes. Normally, it was a cheesy and over-the-top marketing strategy to get new customers in. Far too gaudy and ridiculous for my liking, even if they were usually successful. Eddie had that way about him, the ability to find new and creative forms of revenue. Anything to keep his pockets filled. I usually hated them, but tonight was different. Tonight’s theme was Blackout, which meant everyone had to dress entirely in black, whether it be leather or lace, didn’t matter. Just all black and absolutely no color. The reason this excited me so much? I was ready to see Dot, dressed in the complete opposite of her normal and wearing all black. I was ready to see her, to get my hands on that devilish little angel. I was ready to fucking taste her again.

When Dante and I arrived, our masks were planted perfectly on our faces as we headed straight to our table. The club was packed, but our usual table was empty, as it should be. The Devil’s Corner was ours, even if they were the last seats in the joint.

As we walked through the crowd, people moved out of our way. Whether it was due to our striking outfits, the recognition of who we were, or just our general dangerous presence, I didn’t know, but I wasn’t one to complain. We had power here in Eden’s Inferno, and tonight, you could feel it. I couldn’t help but bask in the aroma of it, admiring my man next to me, equal in all ways. Dante was mouthwatering, as usual. He was shirtless, his bare chest oiled and smothered in a thin layer of glitter that sparkled under the neon lights. His tattoos were on full display, from his neck down to his peaking pelvis as he wore low-rise black leather bell bottoms and his bedazzled blue devil mask. I wore a matching pair of leather bell bottoms with fringe hanging from the sides, swaying with my every move and a miniscule black halter top. The material was cut and shaped like stars that pressed against my skin and barely covered my full chest, also smothered in the same oil and glitter as Dante. My bedazzled purple devil mask sat comfortably across my face, careful as to not snag any of my piercings. I grabbed Dante’s hand, raising it beneath my mask as I kissed it lightly, admiring his black painted nails. He turned to face me as his mask tilted, telling me he was smiling. Even with my platform shoes, I was still shorter than him. But regardless, we looked like a power couple. People stopped in their tracks for us normally, but tonight, tonight felt different.

As soon as we sat down, the annoying server, Lana, immediately skated her way over to us. We must’ve told her we only wanted Bubbles to serve us at least a thousand times by now. But she was determined—too determined. Before Lana even had a chance to speak, I put my hand up and silenced her gaping mouth. “No. Absolutely not.”

Her face dropped, completely dumbfounded. She rolled her eyes. “I was just going to offer you your usuals. But if you want to be a bi?—”

“Think twice before you finish that statement, because I know you were not about to call me what I think you were.” I stood from my seat, towering over her. I was taller than her normally. Lana may have been wearing skates, but I was in platforms. “Get our angel.Now.” I growled.

The woman sucked her teeth, obviously frustrated and annoyed that she was old news. She tossed her red hair over her shoulder and, with an attitude, moved out of the way. That’s when I saw her. Dot was standing in front of me, looking like a gorgeous fallen angel of darkness. She was wearing a black lace teddy, rhinestones and crystals embedded along her curves, catching the moving lights in the most perfect ways. Instead of her usual dramatic pink wings, she was rocking a large pair of pitch black wings, the feathers faintly dipped in her signature pink, adding enough of an innocence to her sultry appearance. My eyes looked her up and down, noticing her tall, black heels had dainty straps that wrapped all the way up to her bare thighs and tied into bows. She wore her usual bouncy golden hair long and straight, parted straight down the middle and her traditional soft, pastel makeup was darkened, glitter caked above her eyes, complete with her usual pouty pink lips, glistening in the light. She was a vision. What I would imagine a real angel would look like when she fell from heaven and embraced the darkness.

Dante startled me when he put his arm around my shoulders. He leaned down and whispered in my ear as my eyes remained fixated on her. “We are going to have so much fun with her tonight, Kitty Kat.” I was honestly too stunned to speak, taken aback by Dot’s appearance, and Dante could tell. We had more conversations about my infatuation with Dot, how I couldn’t stop thinking about her. How I wanted to play with her. How I wanted her to join us in so many of my fantasies. The devils and their angel. “Let's get the night started, boss lady.” He squeezedmy ass and walked over to join Dot. I still could not move from where I was standing, completely overcome. No one had ever affected me the way Dot did. I couldn’t even speak.

Get your shit together, Kat.

“Come over here, you sweet angel!” Dante shouted as he pulled Dot over to our table. He gently guided me back as well.

Once we returned to our corner and were sitting, Dot remained standing in front of us. “Well, what do you think? Do you guys like my look?” She did a precious little twirl, tossing her hair around, inviting us to examine her closely from every angle. “I thought about you two while I was getting dressed—what I thought you’d like. Oh, I hoped you would like it. But know if you hate it, I will probably cry.” She released a sweet giggle.

“Cry? No, never. We can’t have that happen now, can we, Kitty Kat?” The two of them looked at me, waiting for a reply, but I couldn’t stop fucking staring at Dot.

I shook my head, finally breaking the trance, realizing I needed to answer. “Oh, absolutely not. We cannot have that sweetness.” Dot squealed with a hop that made her breasts bounce. I nearly lost my breath watching her.

“Perf. I’ll go get your drinks.” Dot winked before strutting away, shaking her beautiful ass. I was absolutely mesmerized. And by the way Dante was staring, I could tell he was too.

Before I knew it, Dot had returned with our usual drinks. Dante handed her the roll of cash we had prepared so that she was ours for the night. “Are you sure? This is a lot of cash, you guys.” Her wide blue eyes sparkled as she held the wad in her hand, her nails painted a similar pink as her lips.

“Absolutely.” I reached out for her hand and rubbed the back of it slowly with my thumb. “We want you to ourselves tonight, angel. Is that okay?” My head tilted as the question fell from my mouth. I watched her, staring back at me for a few minutes. Shetucked the wad into her lingerie, between her two perfect breasts with a gentle smile and tossed her hair.

“Yeah, totally,” she said this so quietly I almost didn’t hear her, but I knew she agreed by the look on her face. Dot looked so happy to be with us, and that alone thrilled me.

As the night went on, Dot took her time sitting on my lap, Dante’s lap, and eventually, her own chair. Before we knew it, midnight was nearly here. Eden’s Inferno was packed and filled with so many new faces, thanks to tonight’s Blackout theme. More Than A Woman played over the speakers while everyone settled in for the next dancer’s performance.

“That’s my cue.” Dot reluctantly stood as we watched her twirl and wink. “See you on stage!”

Dante had to adjust his pants as we watched her disappear into the crowd. “We’re so fucked, Kitty Kat.” I could hear his smile.

Indeed, we are.

The song faded out and Eddie’s croaky, scratchy voice boomed over the speakers, followed by a thick smoker’s cough. “Up next, our very own colorful and delicate burst of personality, Bubbles!”

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