Page 80 of Fang
The girls have noticed Fang giving me more attention lately. At first, I worried it would make my life hell, but then I decided I didn’t give a fuck. I’m happy for the first time in my life. I’m going to enjoy it.
The happiness doesn’t last long, though. Opening my locker, I see my next outfit missing.
“Very funny. Who touched my shit?” I ask.
No one says a word, but I hear some snickers.
“Oh, so we are resorting to high school bullshit? You think that by taking the outfit it will ruin my dance?”
“Well, it is a themed night. If you can’t fit the Paradiso versus Inferno theme, you’ll get reprimanded.”
I see what her angle is. She thinks that Fang will have no choice but to punish me if I break the rules when he makes the goddamn rules.
I take a deep breath, though.
She won’t win. Not because I know he won’t do anything to me. It’s because my first dance was my Paradiso dance. I was a beautiful angel in white up on the stage. My second dance was my Inferno. I planned to be the devil.
Maybe instead, I can be a Lotus.
The idea forms in my head as I smirk.
“No problem, Venus. I’ll handle it.” I knock her shoulder as I pass her to head to the shower.
By the time I’m done, I have a fully thought-out idea. I don’t know if it will cause issues, but I’m done treading lightly. I’m going to make a statement.
Back in the locker room, there are only two other girls getting ready for their next dance. I hurry up and do my makeup the way I envisioned in the shower. Then I stalk down to the office, still in my white panties and pasties. I don’t bother knocking, opening the door and stepping inside.
Fang looks up at me, eyes hungry as he takes in my body.
“How can I help you, little dancer?” He licks his lips.
“I need your jacket.” I cross my arms, waiting for him to tell me no.
I fully expected to have to explain myself, but he surprises me. He stands, grabbing the leather jacket and bringing it across the office to me. He holds it open for me, so I turn and slip it on.
I glance down and see the Road Captain patch on the jacket, matching the one on the cut he is wearing.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“I’m about to do something really fucking stupid. I hope you’ll forgive me for it.”
His smile only grows. “I love this feisty side of you. Come on, I want to see this incredibly stupid idea you have.”
He leans in, kissing me gently before guiding me out of the office. He keeps his hand on my lower back as he escorts me through the hallways, several of the girls gasping when they see me in his jacket. Then we make it to the main room. I make sure to find Venus as I walk across the floor. She doesn’t see me at first. She’s talking with a man at a table, likely trying to get him to go into the back room with her.
Happy comes to my side as I make it to the stage. Fang offers me his hand as he helps me climb the steps.
“Put on a show for me, little dancer,” he says, his tone husky.
I wink at him as I take my position, waiting for the dance before me to end.
“What the fuck are you doing, Cami?” Happy hisses as Fang makes his way to the seat he always takes when I dance.
“Showing them bitches they don’t know who they messed with.”
“I sure hope you know what you are getting yourself into,” he mumbles.
I don’t. I keep that to myself, though. Instead, I give him a small smile, then a nod.
