Collin and I are on seperate ends of the room tonight, but that's alright. Even as we move to the music in order to please others we're practically seducing each other all over again; each move is full of promise and sensuality. The crowd tonight seems to love it, especially a man who I hadn't noticed until I looked right at him. Nobody could have noticed the split second that I faltered, but he did, his smirk widening before he lifted a black cigarette to his lips.
He's dressed in a deep, blood red. I can tell cus the light seems to accentuate it instead of merely reflecting off it. Cloves are perfect for this man, dark and extreme like his eyes and hair. There's an asian look to him, but I can't quite tell cus the routine comes first. Every so often, however, I look out of the corner and he's still there, smoking like a fucking chimney.
Once we finish, Collin and I head into the back, me to take a break and him to prepare for his solo routine. He plants a soft kiss on my cheek and I pause, blinking while he chuckles and continues to get ready. Such easy affection and smiles; I envy him. I allow my lips to curve in a small, rare, smile that makes his entire face light up.
Then, with a quick hug, and an even faster kiss, he leaves, dashing out the door to get to work again. I chuckle tomyself as I was the makeup off my face and pour water over my burning chest. The mesh sucks it up greedily, causing me to sigh as relief washes through me, like food to a starving man. Heaving a second sigh, I drape my coat over my shoulder and head out of the dressing room and out into darkness and sound.
My eyes fix on the stage and I almost automatically reach for my cigs before remembering that I left them on the table at Collin's, resulting in a couple, grouchy explitives. Out of nowhere, a warm body presses against my barely clothed back and an arm wraps around me, placing a cigarette to my lips. I've practically turned to stone in his arms as I part my lips and take a drag on the cig. Cloves.
"My, my... So wary." His voice is low and sensual with just a hint of accent that I can't place.
"Thanks, I needed a smoke." I respond, forcing myself to relax in his arms, lest I risk breaking a bone from how tense I've become.
His free hand slides up my covered stomach. "Yin and Yang... Day and night... Purest angel and sinful devil. You're two sides to the same coin, perfect for one another."
I say nothing as his hand slides lower, gently rubbing the bare flesh between my shirt and pants. My eyes are focused on Collin, who smiles mischeviously at me and winks, which is as much reassurance and consent as I'm gonna get while he's up on stage. The hand dissapears for an instant before he tucks a wad of paper into the waistband of my pants before his hand cups my chin, tracing the line of my jaw.
"...Meet me out back after your toutine." With that, he's gone, leaving behind his black cigarette, still caught between my lips, and a spot of warmth where skin covered by heated leather had once been.
Arching a brow I draw out the neat little roll of bills and begin to count hundred after hundred. The cigarette nearly falls from my mouth when I reach the end of the small stack. I haven't been bought in nearly two years.It's kept steap cus of the role I play in protecting the Boys' turf. Still, I'm available, so if someone forks out the cash, I have to put out.
Heaving a weary sigh, I take another drag on the cigarette before sliding my jacket on and slipping the cash into my pocket. I can't tell wether Collin will be upset or amused, or perhaps a little of both. Instead of worrying about it, I lean against the wall and finish off that dark cancer stick, watching the rest of Collin's hour long routine in silence.