Page 67 of Injustice and Absolution

“What a night,” I sigh from my seat at a nearby table while Drew locks the front doors.

We closed over an hour ago, and the other girls and I finished our side work while Drew sat with Harry. He’s one of our regulars who comes in often, drinks too much, and stays too late.

Drew called him a cab—and paid for it, as he does every time this happens—and it just pulled away with Harry safely inside. Now that everyone is gone, I expect we’ll finally be able to do the same.

But when Drew turns around and hits me with the same glossy-eyed stare he had in the back hallway earlier, I know we won’t be leaving anytime soon.

“Drew...?” I pant, my body finely tuned to his moods, even though his intensity is making me nervous.

“I’ve been fantasizing about something for a couple weeks now. Something I want you to do for me.”

He stalks toward me, his eyes lighting up with anticipation as he closes the space between us.

I swallow, trying to push past the unease I feel. Regardless of what comes out of his mouth, I trust Drew. And it’s only me and him here, no different than if we were alone at home.

He walks around the booth where I’m seated then takes my hand, lifting me from the seat.

“Strip for me, Delilah,” he requests.

“What?”I gasp.

“I want my own private strip show. What better place to do it than here…?” He waves a hand toward the stage with an excited grin.

“There’s no way...” My hand flattens over my chest which grows tight with nerves.

“Why? No one else is here,” he reminds me.

“I know, but... It’s...”

“It’s nothing. Just dancing... Taking off your clothes to the beat of the music. For me...”

“But the cameras...”

Squeezing my hand reassuringly, Drew leads me into his office, and I watch as he logs into the program that controls the security footage.

But still, I’m hesitant. I don’t mind being at home and engaging in a fantasy with Drew. God knows he’s touched me everywhere I’ve begged him to before. He may have had to pull it out of me, but at least I felt like myself.

Up on stage, I would feel like an imposter. Someone who doesn’t belong, someone other than me.

Once the cameras are off, he returns his attention to me, coming on strong and knowing exactly what will get me motivated to carry out this fantasy for him.

“Look at this body of yours, Delilah... Do you know how many times I’ve watched you walk around this place in that uniform of yours and pictured you in it, up on that stage, eyes on me and me alone?”

As his attention falls to my cleavage, I feel the heat of his stare lick along my exposed skin. The increasing temperature steals my breath as my chest rises and falls rapidly.

Cupping my breasts in his palms, his knee works my legs apart. Drew’s tongue reaches out, licking along the line of my cleavage. My nipples harden as moisture builds between my legs.

“Can you blame me for wanting you so badly? I see the way our patrons look at you. You have them practically salivating every time you refill their drinks or bring them their food. The only reason their reactions don’t drive me mad is becauseIget to have you and they don’t.”

Drew traces a path down my exposed stomach, slowly, toward my waistband. I think he’s going to continue, digging his hand underneath it. I wish he would, if for no reason other than to distract himself from his request. When his touch leaves me again, I whimper.

“My pretty girl is so eager...” His whispered breath tickles my neck, just below my ear.

He traces my neck and chest lightly with both his lips and his nose. At the same time, he runs his hand over my bottoms, down between my legs.

“I can feel the heat billowing from your core. Are you wet for me, pretty girl?”

“Mm-hmm.” I can scarcely choke out an answer through my staggered moan.

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