Chapter Three: Mind F***!
Bella P.O.V
In all honesty, this had to be the single most awkward moment of my entire life.
Me, sitting on Edward Cullen, half naked in a strip club...not that there hadn't been a time when that was normal for me, the being around him half naked part. That had once been a normal thing for me, believe it or not.
He had touched me in ways that I can't really explain, both physically and emotionally, and when we went our separate ways, I never thought he'd be touching me again.
Id like to think, willingly I wouldn't be naked for him, but there's that small voice in the back of my head, and of course my lady parts telling me, they'd beg to differ. My body is practically begging to let Cullen have his way with me again, and suddenly I'm thankful for the setting we've been placed in and the crowd around us. It makes it almost impossible for things to get too heated up, too hot, and too heavy.
I'm still on the clock, and I still have a show to put on before the next girl gets out on stage.
I take a deep breath. You can do this, Swan.
For the first time tonight, I look Edward straight in the eyes. They're a beautiful shade of green, and that single action alone has my heart racing in my chest. My palms are a bit jittery, and I feel myself sweating from nervousness. I don't feel like myself at all.
Edward has always had that effect on me, and it really makes me want to smack that cocky little grin right from his lips. His smirk tells me he still knows that he gets to me.
He's always been good at mind games, and tonight, I don't want to be his victim again, like I have been in the past.
I want it to be the other way around. I want to show him, two can play his game, and that I might be better at it than he is.
I press myself down on Edward, so that I feel him against me completely. His eyes light up, and I hear him inhale, sharply. I wrap my arms around his neck, and throw my head back, swinging my curls behind me in a carefree motion.
"Damn," he says to himself, biting down on his bottom lip. "You're really doing this."
The look in his eyes and the way his hard on is pressing up into me, gives me a sense of empowerment that I haven't felt in a long time, dancing like this.
"You came here for a show, didn't you?" There's an edge to my voice that I didn't expect, and Edward cocks an eyebrow at me. I brush off the anger I feel creeping up inside me, and remind myself that this is fun and games. More a game than fun, but nonetheless, I have a job to do, and as much as I hate it, he's my paying customer for the night.
The techno music from before switches up to an instrumental version of a familiar rap song, and I slowly begin to grind and swivel my hips to the beat. I lean in close so that my chest is pressed against Edwards. My hair falls over him, and he places his hands on my thighs.
"No touching," I whisper. Before letting his arms fall at his sides, he gently drags his fingers down my thighs, igniting a fire deep in my belly. My stomach clenches and suddenly I feel like it's just me and him, and this is our own private party. The hoots from the old men in the club disappear, along with the flashing strobe lights.
All I see...all I feel is him, and suddenly I'm not so confident I'm winning this silent game between the two of us.
I have one more clothing item to take off, and usually I don't go completely nude when I dance, but tonight is different. I want to mind fuck Edward Cullen to the fullest, and I'm sure my bare ass and bouncing boobs will do the trick, especially when he can't touch me the way he wants too.
I swiftly turn myself around in his lap, and gently bounce my ass up and down on him. I see him clench his fists at his sides. I stretch down to the floor so he can get a better view, and turn my head slightly so that I can watch Edward watching me.
God, it's so erotic...and just hot.
He's nibbling on his lips again, and there's a familiar gleam in his eyes. I realize I really do want him in this moment just as much as he wants me. My body is still attracted to him, even more so than it was before now that we're adults.
I swing my curls again, just because I know how much he used to love my hair. I run my hands through it as I turn back around to face him. The furrow of his thick brows make him look as if he's physically in pain watching me. He's still chewing on that bottom lip, and I gently tug it out from under his teeth.
I push my fingers through his hair, and his breathing turns thick and heavy. He's panting, and I note that the song is slowly coming to an end.
I reach for my bra to remove it, and Edward's expression changes then.
He gently grabs my hands to stop me, never breaking our eye contact. His green eyes are still lustful, but there's something else there.
"You literally just made me come in my pants, and I didn't even get to touch you."
I freeze. His voice is an audible whisper.
"This is the first and last time you ever give me a lap dance in front of these people, in this building. The next time I have you naked, I'll be the one taking off your clothes, and no one will be watching you but me."
I swallow hard at his words, and he carefully pushes me back off him. Somehow, he manages to swiftly reverse our positions so that I'm the one sitting down, and he's the one kneeling over at me, our eyes still locked on each other, and his face inches from mine.
He grabs a strand of my hair, and then remembers our no touching policy in that moment, and drops his hand with an eye roll. He wets his lips with his tongue.
"No one, is touching you ever again, but me," he says finally, his tone as serious as ever. He straightens himself up, and smirks. "That's a promise."
He pulls out a wad of bills and some sort of house key, and places them in my hand.
What the fuck?
Is this a proposition?
Just because I strip for money, doesn't mean I'll have sex for money.
Those are two completely different things, and I still have some of my morals in tact.
I raise an eyebrow at him. Seeming to read my thoughts, he shakes his head at me.
"It's a promise," is all he says before leaving.
I stare at his back as he leaves. The crowd is no longer paying attention to me. The next girl is twirling herself down the pole. My money has been collected off the stage, and the next girl is getting cash thrown her way.
I run my fingers through my hair, and curse at myself. Playing games with Edward Cullen is always dangerous, and in the end I always feel like I'm the one who's lost. I cannot be sucked into all that is Edward Cullen again. I really can't. I don't know how to control myself when it comes to him.
Looking down at the one hundred dollar bills and the shiny key in my hand, I idly wonder just who exactly mind fucked who.
Author's Note: Hiiiiiiii. This is a random update I wrote about a month ago. I went from writing past tense in the first two chapters to writing present tense in this one. I'm really bad at keeping one tense consistent. I really don't know where this story is going, and writing doesn't flow as easily as it used to for me. I guess trying to update this will be like dipping my feet in the water and testing things out lol.
