What the fuck! Who the fuck is playing that shit so god damn loud? I just fell asleep and now I've got that shit slamming against the insides of my brain. JACK!

Putting my clothes back on I notice that the lights are on in the gym. Figures that Jack couldn't wait to try out the sound system. Mmm., I can smell you kid. Having a good time are we?

I put my goggles on and walk down the hallway quietly. I'm kinda liking the whole voyeur thing and so far it's keeping me out of trouble. So far…

Who the hell is singing? I'll give her that, it's got a beat that I like. I'll have to see about getting her to lend it to me.

HOLY SHIT…

In the darkness, he heard a male singer accompanying a heavy melodic beat. The words hit his brain just as the images of Jack hit his goggled eyes.

The combination crushed whatever resistance he thought of employing. In the darkness, he leaned against the bulkhead holding on for dear life.

You fell away, what more can I say?

The feelings evolved I won't let them out.

I can't replace your screaming face.

Feeling the sickness inside.

When he forced his eyes to open again he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Jack wore a long flowing skirt that sat very low on her hips. She wore her hair down, as she swayed to the music, a tight fitting shirt with a low scoop neck that rested just above her belly button, exposing her hips and stomach to his eyes while accentuating her breasts perfectly.

Holy fuck Jack. The sweat began to form on his forehead. He watched her hips undulate as the singer belted out his mantra.

He was immediately aroused, desperate to get her in his arms. Go get her now, she's tasty, Don't be a pussy dickey boy.

Shut it. That's Jack. 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, the square route of 4 is 2.

Fuck… Stop dancing Jack. Come on…

But he couldn't stop watching. In either arm she were bracelets that moved with the music. From his vantage point, he saw the tattoo, the skin and the sounds of the music in his ears. Her delicate hands were moving like a snake around her body and face as her hips rolled and moved along with the music, slow and seductively.

He couldn't even form a thought, but listened to the music instead and watched her. She was lost in the music, and he couldn't pull himself away, hypnotized by the pulsing beat and by her swaying hips and lithe body moving in tandem to the screaming words in his ear.

Why won't you die?

Your blood in mine.

We'll be fine

Then your body will be mine.

Her eyes were closed and he could see her in the mirror. She was completely unrestrained. The animal was in control that's it baby, you go, let it go, I won't stop you.

He'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

He listened to the chorus and watched her teasing her imaginary lover. So that's the dancing you were taught. His inner beast was howling against his chest wanting her as his next meal. He could smell her, and all he felt was the thudding in his chest and the pain of his rock hard arousal. She was definitely and Adeni.

Oh yeah.

Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

Keep me down to what you think I should be

Must you tempt me and provoke the ministry?

Keep on trying I'm not dying so easily.

(I will not die.)

It crooned again and again… He watched her closed eyes turn towards him and crook her finger for him to come and he grasped the bulkhead with every ounce of strength he had.

DOWN BOY. His rational self screamed, but the beast inside had other ideas and it took all the restraint to stay away. And the ache he felt inside was burning as hot as the sweat that covered her body. And I thought the lap dance the other night was good.

Then she dropped on all fours and whipped her head back crawling like an animal towards him.

He growled and licked his lips in anticipation.

Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

Why won't you die?

Your blood in mine.

We'll be fine

Then your body will be mine.

The music ended and another song came on where she started to puck up her things and put her sweater back on. He moved quickly, panting heavily out of the hallway and away from getting caught.

But not quickly enough because as he looked back up, she was staring at him, eyes heavy lidded and primal… the horror of being caught on her face.