"Hi, Dango," Farah said. "You got a show tonight?"
"Yup, the ladies want these babies," he said.

He was shirtless, looking at himself in the mirror, making his chest muscles move up and down.

"You're so full of yourself," she laughed.
"And proud of it," he added. "It's out of town so I won't be home until tomorrow."
"Don't worry about it. I'm working too," she said.
"Things are still going good at the hotel?" He asked.
"Peachy," she answered.

She hated lying to him. She had worked for Bray for a week now. At some point she would tell Fandango but she knew he would have a lot of questions and she wasn't ready answer them yet. One day she would be and she would lay it all out there. Just not now.

She hadn't shown up at the hotel or even called Roman to let him know she wouldn't come back. She had blocked his number on her phone and stayed away. He didn't deserve an explanation. She spent most of her time with Bray. She was only home when she was sure Fandango was home too. She didn't want Roman to show up and surprise her alone.

"When are you gonna tell me?" He asked.
"Tell you what?" She asked.

He left his mirror image alone and turned around to look at her.

"I ran into Roman six days ago. He told me you two have become an item. I keep waiting for you to tell me but for some reason you don't," he pouted. "I feel kinda hurt here. I'm supposed to be your favorite cousin."

She couldn't believe it. If Roman had said that six days ago, it would literally have been the day after he raped her. Before he knew she wouldn't turn up for work that night or ever again.

"We're not," she said.
"He says you are," he singsonged.
"We're not fucking together!" She yelled.
"Wow, easy. I got the message. No need to yell," he held up his hands. "So he's lying?"
"Yes," she said.
"Why?" He asked.
"How the fuck should I know? He's your friend," she said.
"But would you if you got the chance?" He asked.
"My first time meeting him, he had his dick down some porn star's throat, making her choke on it. No, I would never touch him. I would never be with someone that might put me on display like that for others to see. It's sick. He's sick," she said.

He tilted his head and furrowed his brows. She talked big words about her boss and his friend. Big words he wasn't sure he liked hearing.

"Farah, are you sure things are alright at the hotel?" He asked.
"It's just fine. I gotta go," she said.

She grabbed her bag with spare clothes and hurried out. He still hadn't put two and two together. She had stopped leaving the house in those dresses Roman had bought for her. He assumed they were in her bag and that she changed at work.

The irony of her words about not wanting to be put on display wasn't lost on her that night when she danced in one of the cages. She meant it though. She didn't wanna be put on display the way Roman had done with Mandy. He had degraded Mandy on purpose, all because he wanted to show dominance towards Farah that had been standing in the door. It had been like a car crash seeing him choke Mandy with his dick. She hadn't been able to look away. Not because she was aroused. Because she was disgusted he would do that to a woman.

Dancing in a glass cage was different. She had chosen this. She put herself on display the way she wanted to. She chose her own underwear and she danced like she wanted to. She didn't need to try to be sexy and there was no lap dances no matter how much money a man might offer. Bray didn't run that type of club. She felt safe and desired in those glass cages.

"You were on fire tonight," Bray said.

She always stayed behind and closed the club with him. She didn't wanna go home until she was sure Fandango was home.

"I worked some anger out through my hips," she said.
"Rather that than punching me," he said.
"I could never punch you," she said. "Unless you steal the last cupcake or cookie. Then I'd punch you."
"You're adorable," he laughed.

He closed the cash register and patted his pocket to make sure he still had his keys on him.

"Can I go upstairs with you?" She asked.
"Sure," he answered. "Is everything alright?"
"Fandango's not home tonight," she said.
"You can stay the night if you want," he offered.
"I'd like that," she grabbed her bag. "I already brought extra clothes."
"Were you expecting me to say yes?" He chuckled.
"Could you say no to me?" She smirked.
"Never," he said.

Five minutes later they were up in his apartment. She felt at ease there. It was like a safe space to her.

"Should we put on a horror movie? I can make coffee or popcorn or both. Or do you just wanna go to bed straight away?" He asked.
"Bed," she stepped closer to him. "With you."
"Why do I get the feeling this isn't like the last time?" He asked.

She ran her fingers down his shirt and under it. She felt his skin against her fingers. His arms closed around her waist as he pulled her closer.

"The first day I met you," she said.
"Me too," he said.
"You don't know what I was about to say," she said.
"The first day you met me, you felt drawn to me. You wanted me. I wanted you too. I've always wanted you," he said.
"I can't figure out if you reading my mind is intriguing or creepy," she said.
"A little bit of both," he grinned. "What does your mind tell you now?"
"To kiss you," she said.

He bowed down and kissed her. His arms tightened around her. He lifted her up and she locked her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He kissed down her neck and pushed her magenta pink blouse up.

"Bray," she said nervously.
"Do you wanna stop?" He asked.
"No," she answered. "I want you. I really do. I'm just scared."
"Don't worry, princess. I won't hurt you. I'm gonna go out of my way to make you feel so good," he said.

He pulled her blouse off and moved down so he could kiss her stomach.

"I'm gonna take my time with you. I'll have you melt down in the mattress before the night is over," he said.

He kissed further down, opening her jeans and pulling them off her. She laid there in a normal, dark brown set of underwear. Nothing over the top sexy like she had danced in. In a way this turned him on even more. He got to see the real her. He kissed his way back up, finding her lips while getting her out of her bra.

"You're beautiful," he said.
"So are you," she said.

He moved down again, giving some much needed attention to her naked breasts. She writhed under him, whimpering at the ache between her legs. He still hadn't touched her there. He hummed against her skin, smirking as he kissed further down and finally pulled her panties off. He settled between her legs but focused on kissing and nibbling her inner thighs.

"Bray, please!" She whined.
"Easy, princess," he chuckled. "I'm not gonna leave you hanging."

He ran his tongue up her thigh and over her clit. He moved it slow, taking his time, making her moan and whimper in a mix of lust and frustration. She wanted more. She wanted him. He was tormenting her with his slow movements. After several minutes he finally sped up, working her towards the edge fast. She cried out, feeling his hands wrap around her thighs to make sure she wouldn't get away from his tongue. She stopped shaking and laid there feeling spent. She writhed again when she felt his tongue his her clit again.

"No, no!" She grabbed his hair. "I'm too sensitive."
"I'll take it slow," he chuckled.
"God damn you," she muttered.
"Tell me to stop and I will, princess," another flick with his tongue. "Otherwise I'll see how many times I can make you cum like this. We might as well set one hell of a record from the beginning."