Guest Room
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Never been dead but Yet it'll be you
Seen so many deaths
Heart is like ice that's
Dangerously sharp cold
Who'll slowly melt down and gone.
I wanna see you
Gone forever
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Twirling his glass in time with the hypnotic beat of this song he couldn't find it in himself to tare his gaze away from the woman dancing before him. When she first strutted out he thought she was pretty, as many women are, until her green eyes fell upon him. The look in those pools rooted him to the ground and for the duration of her performance all that existed was him and her.
The way she moved, how her dark hair fell delicately over her face contrasting beautifully with her skin, and the way her eyes commanded him to stare yet challenged him to touch her and see what would happen tempted him.
Halfway through the dance her eyes met his and he knew he had to have her. Which was why her sudden departure caught him off guard. Then Sherry, Terry, Berry or whatever the hell her name was came out.
While Merry did her boring old routine again he motioned Derek over with a curve of his fingers. Obediently the man stood beside him making it a point to not block a single customer's view.
"Sir."
"This glass," he shook it to show the ice needed something to swim in, "the girl, a room, now."
"Of course Sir I'll pull Cherry off the stage immediately."
"Not her," he snapped as if Derek were missing the obvious, "The last femme."
"Isis?"
"Isis." He savored her name for a moment until he realized that Derek was still standing flabbergasted. Sending him away swiftly a smirk crossed his face. Tonight would prove most entertaining.
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"Wat can't ya understand about te word no?" Rogue asked from her chair where she was reapplying makeup for her visitor.
"Do you know who Aphrodite is."
"The dancer?"
"The goddess," she nodded, "Well he is the male version of her. Women would kill to keep them to their selves and yet he's insatiable. Beds numerous girls every night. Few get to have the pleasure twice."
"And wat makes ya thank I want te 'pleasure' once?"
"Please he is LoLi's wealthiest customer. Hell girls work here just to get a chance to attract his attention."
"Doesn't sound like they need to try too hard."
Sighing in defeat, "At least talk to him."
"I'm here ain't I?"
"He's going to kill me," he lamented leading her from the dressing room to their grandest guest room. The walls were lined with a built in aquarium filled with various salt water fish that matched the lavender color scheme of the room. With a notably sized bed, a kitchenette, bathroom, coffee table, and a dresser where they kept all their toys whatever that meant.
"Just sit here and look sexy on the bed or something."
"Yeah te coffee table'll do."
"Has fate decided to end my life today?" He stated dramatically as if a spotlight were hovering over his head complete with melancholy music.
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"About time." Remy said rising. Never once had he abandoned Cherry's performances since he came here much less leave during. Not caring for whoever that girl's name is he headed to the room he knew was saved especially for him.
Once his hand reached the door Derek cleared his throat ready to talk, but Remy cut him off. His cock near hurt with the need to take her. Opening the door he noticed her foot was propped up on the coffee table with a look of impatience marring her features. Good thing he was here. She must be just as eager as he.
"Evening petite," he bowed slamming the door behind him, "may I join you?"
"Most people introduce their selves upon meeting." She reminded without even looking at him.
Understanding she was just trying to play hard to get he decided to play along, "Remy LeBeau. You?"
"Isis," her green eyes finally turned to him, "But you already knew that."
"I might have heard it somewhere."
After a moment of quiet, "I'm not going to fuck you."
"Who says you need to be the one doing the work?"
"No one is doing any work tonight. Derek asked me to meet you and now we've met Mr. LeMeau."
"It's LeBeau."
"Did I not say that," she stood, "Not that this was fun or anything but I have more important things to do."
Was this woman about to just walk past him as if he were nobody? Picking up her small body he planned on taking her to the bed when she began yanking at his hair. He assumed it was just foreplay until she kneed him in the face.
Dropping her harshly he held his now bleeding nose as she stood across from him smirking in such an adorable way he wanted to kiss her. The thought instantly fled when she began throwing objects at him. Snatching them out the air or dodging he removed his trench coat, "If that's how you want it cherie come and get some."
Rogue soared at him with a flying kick that he blocked sending her backwards where he grabbed her left arm and pinned it to her back midair, but with those incredibly long legs she latched them to either side of his neck then spun causing them both to whirl before they hit the ground with her on top.
"I don't mind this position."
With a sneer she tried to punch him. His gloved hands grabbed her hands surprised that she was strong enough to even push him back somewhat. As they struggled for the upper hand he looped his legs around her waist and twist. This time pinning her beneath him.
Giving her a gentle thrust of his hips to emphasize his pun intended point, "Or perhaps you prefer to be ridden."
Rogue wasn't one to give up however. Noticing her hands were trapped she dug into his shoulder with the heel of her right stiletto causing him enough pain to let go. She hoped non to secretly that he was bleeding.
"Bitch!"
"Pussy!" she called back.
From there they went at each other non-stop as if their lives depended upon the outcome of their battle. While he had pinned her a good few times to various objects around the room she had managed to grab his hair and send him flying into the glass coffee table for which he retorted by kicking her into the glass walls shattering it.
With salt water pouring from her head down her body soaking the carpet coupled with the sporadic flop of a fish she had enough. Pissed she came at him with a kick that started from one side of her body behind her to the front causing him to soar into the door relieving it from its hinges.
That hit coupled with a recent injury stunned his body. Unable to move his red eyes followed her long legs as she made it a point to take as many steps on his body as possible to walk out of the room.
Stepping off of him she flipped her hair, "Keep your money. You weren't worth my time."
