Page 26 of The Stallion
“Pfft, who doesn’t? That man is a fucking legend here. I’m only pissed that I didn’t recognize him up close. What a fucking shame.” She shook her head while pursing her lips, and I looked back to the stage, my eyes meeting his just like before. “You turned down—that.”
Dallas tore his tight black shirt off, displaying his ripped fucking body right before my eyes. He licked his lips with a flirty wink in my direction, just as the music and lights faded to black, and I sat there silently, praying to god that the look he sent was directed solely at me.
Holy fucking shit…
Red Magic was a rollercoaster of a show, with performances that focused on telling stories—very erotic stories, but stories nonetheless.
When we were initially seated, four stacks of pink dollar bills were sitting on our table. Our host described their purpose as toencourage the boys, and Mick wasted absolutely no time throwing them in all directions once the show had taken off.
There was zip-lining across the second level, platforms along the banisters where the men could run, dance, and scale ladders in every corner of the room. My head was spinning as I tried to keep up with everything happening around us—my mind still lingering on our waiter, who, to no surprise, never returned and was replaced by someone else.Just my fucking luck.
One of the dancers blew us all away with his voice, pink bills raining down from the ceiling as he serenaded the entire theater by singing an acoustic version of “Pony” by Ginuwine, and I had no doubt this wouldn’t be the first time we’d hear that song tonight.
It wasn’t remotely what I had expected to experience at a show like this: a dancer with a sensational voice. But as the other dancers drifted down the staircase, the atmosphere shifted into something even more beautiful, with women being pulled from their seats to slow dance as he sang.
There was something magical about this show.
As the stage transformed for the last performance, I had just finished my third vodka Red Bull of the night, feeling extra special because of all the attention this seat had gifted me throughout the show.
“Oh! This is my favorite part!” Mick beamed, sitting straight up in her chair as a transparent platform was lowered from the ceiling and the lights dimmed.
I watched closely as water started to rain down like a shower from above and when I looked back down to the stage, there hefucking was—Dallas Ryan, escorting a random woman from the audience onto the stage.
My stomach turned sour and twisted as I watched them. The beginning of a close and erotic dance in the rain that I wished I had been chosen for instead.
The only time being a ‘pick me’ girl would be considered acceptable.
I didn’t even know him. All he did was straddle my thighs, and somehow, I was already his. I shouldn’t have been jealous of another woman dancing with him—grinding on him.
But the longer I watched them, the more annoyed I became.
“I need another shot.” I whimpered pathetically, looking down at the floor—feeling the vodka hitting my emotions like a baseball bat to the back of the skull.
“Here, drink this water. The show’s almost over, and then we can head upstairs to the meet-and-greet.” Asher placed a gentle hand on my shoulder as she held out the glass, and I looked up at her reassuring face, taking a deep breath and gathering my composure.
Show… show… It’s just a fucking show… this isn’t real, he said he was single.
Why am I getting so worked up over him?
And why the fuck do I care that he’s single?
I snatched the cup of water from Asher’s hand and sucked the entire contents down, my eyes lifting to watch the rest of the routine and trying my hardest not to imagine myself as the woman wrapped around him for the thousandth fucking time.
Assoonastheshow ended, we were escorted to the third floor through the backstage elevators. Upon arriving at the meet-and-greet lounge, we immediately received complimentary glasses of champagne.
Four dancers entered the room, and I found myself slightly disappointed that none of them were the one who had captured my attention earlier.
I brushed my hand over my thigh, feeling a sensation of loss and yearning, before downing my entire glass of champagne in hopes of erasing the unwanted feeling.
While Natalie, Mick, and Asher gushed over the four dancers, I excused myself from the group, not wanting to bother any of them with my whirlwind of emotions. They seemed more than entertained by all the bare abs they could handle, and I knew our time was limited.
Being on a closed-off and isolated floor, I figured I would be fine getting to the restroom and back on my own. I didn’t need a babysitter; it wasn’t like I could get lost up here.
After leaving the main lounge, where the girls were busy flirting, touching, and taking photos, I turned down a dimly lit hall.
With the kind of shitty luck I’d been having, to no surprise, all of the doors were closed, and there was little to no visible signage indicating where I should go.
“What the fuck…” I sighed as I staggered down the hall, pressing down on every handle I passed along the way, searching for at least one that was unlocked and praying to God that it would lead to a toilet—or even a trash can at this point.I was getting pretty desperate.
