Chapter 69 - The Last Dance

I had just finished changing when Tom turned back.
　　"It looks like a certain gentleman didn't want anyone else to see your final performance." Tom looked at me with a wicked grin on his face.
　　I looked at Tom in great confusion and gave him a questioning look.
　　Tom pulled out of his pocket a kraft envelope, which possessed a certain thickness.
　　"Here, all your time tonight is covered by this regular customer, and from now on, your last hours as a dancer all belong to him." Tom handed the envelope to me after pulling his portion of the commission out of it.
　　There's only one person I can think of for this kind of bravado.
　　I rubbed my forehead a little helplessly, my expression slightly bemused.
　　"Go on, it's the same dance room, Damon's waiting for you." Sure enough Tom said Damon's name and looked at me with a flirtatious look on his face.
　　For my part, I blushed under his gaze, quickly put on my exclusive mask, and fled.
　　　　When I actually stood in the doorway of the private ballroom, I was surprisingly a little nervous and my whole body stiffened up quite a bit, and I tried to relax myself by taking deep breaths.
　　I held out my hand just as I was about to knock when the door to the room was opened.
　　I stayed in that position, looking Damon in front of me.
　　The warm yellow light gilded Damon with a soft glow, and the fiery red hair had none of its usual flare.
　　Damon wore a casual outfit today, it was the first time I'd seen him in anything other than a suit, and it was a different flavor than usual .
"Forgive me, I don't want other men to see your seductive performance." When Damon saw me,he dragged me into the middle of the room and closed the door behind me.
He pushed me against the door of the room and looked down at me, lust rolling in his eyes.
　　　　Damon's body was so hot that I didn't even dare touch it, like a passionate flame, but I was drawn to his light like a moth, wanting to get closer and closer to him.
　　"　　Today, it's time for my final performance as a stripper." I said as I lifted my eyes and looked Damon in the eye.
　　The desire in his eyes was too strong, making my mouth feel dry and I couldn't resist the urge to push him away.
　　　　Damon just looked at me, dropped a kiss on the mask of my forehead, and let go of me.
　　"I was lucky enough to see you dance at last." Damon gently stroked my chin, then let go of me and walked over to the stereo, picking out a passionate song.
　　I danced to the music as Damon stood in the middle of the room, watching me dance around him.
　　I gradually moved closer to him and gently grabbed his collar, closing the distance between the two of us as we rested against each other's foreheads, and when Damon tried to kiss me, I left him again in an instant as the next rhythm arrived, twisting my waist and turning behind him.
　　I leaned over his back, my hands following the rhythm of brushing over his body , and Damon turned his back and grabbed my wrists.
　　I looked up at him and jerked my wrist out of the way, spinning to avoid his movements.
　　Finally the music ended and before I could finish the curtain call, Damon grabbed me and pulled me into his embrace.
"You're too tempting, little fox, and if you hadn't already resigned, I'm afraid I'd really have to buy out all your time; you're worth the heavy price I'd have to pay for you."
Damon was holding me tight, his breathing very rapid, his voice very hoarse, the desire in his turquoise eyes like a tidal wave that almost consumed me with just one look.
　　　　And I was so hot , I could feel every cell in my body telling me that it needed Damon's touch, that they wanted to bond with Damon.
　　Feigning composure, I looked up straight into his eyes and responded, "I'm the queen of this store."
　　With those words, Damon couldn't suppress his desire any longer and kissed me hard on the lips.
　　　　Damon's kisses were dominant, forbidding me to refuse, leaving me barely able to breathe, but I had no urge to escape either, and I reveled in this dominant possession of his.
　　 Damon gradually stopped being satisfied with just kissing me on the lips, and his hands began to caress me restlessly.
　　　　He stroked slowly upwards along my thin waist, as if he were fondling an extremely precious treasure, unable to shed any force.
　　And his searing heat was like a dotted fire, igniting flame after flame of desire in my body.
　　I squirmed restlessly, wanting more from him, more ......
　　Damon unmasked my face as well, one hand caressing my face as he looked deep into me, not giving me any chance to try and escape.
　　Of course I didn't hold back, and my fingers dug deeper into his jacket, bouncing mischievously on his abs.
　　Damon let out a muffled grunt and picked me up and headed for the couch, clearly having endured to the max and wanting nothing more than to join me in the heaven of pleasure.
　　At this point I was as nervous as if it was my first time with him, my hands hanging from his neck, my head resting on top of his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
　　His heartbeat was so fast, yet strong and powerful.
　　Damon laid me down gently on the couch, and this time his hands were more liberal in stroking my body.
　　His body heat transferred to me through the muslin, stimulating my sensitive nerves even more, and I couldn't help but let out a groan.
　　And the moan was like a switch that stimulated Damon.
　　　　"Little fox, you always manage to make me lose all self-control like that." Damon's low, yet nice, voice rang in my ears, husky in a sexy way that stimulated my nerves even more.
　　"So do you." I suppressed a groan, still refusing to show weakness.
　　Damon saw my stubbornness and his hand opened up into a strong action, gradually going deeper and deeper into my thighs.
　　Equally defiant, I took a bite out of Damon's earlobe, this time it was my victory for a moan from Damon.
　　And just as we were about to go even deeper, the door to the ballroom was suddenly opened.
　　"Ladies and gentlemen, your drinks ...... Oh, damn it, I'm sorry!"
　　The sudden intrusion of the nightclub waiter managed to interrupt the intimacy between Damon and me .
　　"Little fox, let's go home." Damon whispered to me as he propped himself up and planted a kiss on my brow.
He took off his casual jacket and put it on, and picked up the mask and put it on carefully, with the utmost tenderness in every gesture if I were a fragile vase that would break at any moment.