A/N: I should certainly remember to thank reviewers. TheSlytherinPrincess95, B, and K9Train - thank you so much. Your words have inspired me to continue uploading. I have actually been working on it all this time here and there, but I have it in pieces, and piecing it together is what I get stuck on sometimes. I want it to flow, but sometimes I feel like it goes stagnant, and when I work around that is when I feel like I can upload. But trust me, all three reviews gave me a kick in the booty. I hope you all enjoy this.
"Oh my God, Karen, you look so good!"
Chastity stood behind her, giving her hair one last puff.
"Trevor will totally freak when he sees you," Nikki said to her. She placed her hands to the front of Karen's bodice. "You have curves to die for."
"You all look way better than I do," Karen commented, her nerves getting to her now. She wasn't nervous to twirl around on the stage. She knew she wasn't going to stay up there for near as long as the girls' dances usually were. She was nervous for Trevor's reaction. Nikki had no idea just how much freaking out he would do. Karen wasn't even sure herself. All she knew was that she hadn't exactly told him that she was going to go up there.
Trevor would never approve her dancing on the stage. So Karen sneaked into the club through the back door, the girls immediately intercepting her while Trevor was out somewhere with Franklin, but they'd be back soon. She wouldn't have much time to prepare. The club was prepped to have its grand reopening, and was filling up with patrons rapidly.
"This was such a good idea," Juliet said. "I wish I could get my hair to curl like this."
Karen looked at herself one last time, noting how much her bosom popped up. She promptly brought the loose curls of her ponytail to either side of her neck, trying to distract attention from her chest.
"Don't hide them, girl," Nikki told her. "Let them be the star of your show."
She nodded, letting out a breath before heading to the curtain. Peeping out of it, she saw that Trevor was back, standing stoic near the DJ booth. She saw Franklin standing next to the bar, talking to one of their long-time bouncers. She watched as the two of them walked over to the door. Trevor, however, had crossed his arms tightly, the muscles in his arms bulging. He looked ominous. Dangerous. And it spurred on her resolve even more. He'd secretly love seeing her in this outfit. She felt sultry in it, a rare feeling for her. Stockings weren't exactly her thing. And a corset that pushed her breasts together higher than imaginable certainly wasn't her forte.
"This is it, girls!" she heard Juliet say as she rushed up towards Karen. "Okay, boss, you've seen us enough to know how to shake your ass. You're the opening act. Go out and have fun."
"Got it," Karen said, waiting for the lights to lower. The DJ mused through his introduction, welcoming the club-goers to the reopening. She heard their cheers as he listed off the girls' scheduled appearances.
"But now, ladies and gentlemen," he said as she peered out of the curtain once more. "Making a special guest appearance for this grand time, give it up for Miss K!"
The cheers became louder as she sauntered down the walkway. They had worked on her routine for just a few days, the girls making it easy for her to stay under just a few minutes. She didn't want to completely embarrass herself. When she reached the pole, she circled it once before dipping down, encouraged by loud cheers and whistles. Looking up, she saw that Trevor had his back turned, talking to Franklin. But Franklin saw her, tapping Trevor's arm and pointing to the stage.
Trevor did a double-take, the look on his face expressionless as he stared at her. Not another second went by before she saw him push past people, storming through the crowd to make his way to the back area. She knew she was in trouble when he glared at her as he walked past the stage. She did a few more twirls, shimming down the pole one last time before waving to the crowd, the DJ announcing her again to even louder cheering.
She just barely made it half way back up to the curtains when she saw Trevor bust through the dark red velvet and grab a hold of her arm. The jeering that followed was almost as intense as the applause she received. But Trevor didn't care. He didn't say a thing as he pulled her off the stage, ignoring everything the girls were trying to tell Karen about her short performance. Smiling at them, she thanked them before being whisked to the office.
The door shut with a harsh slam as he quickly grabbed his jacket and wrapped it around her. Grabbing her arm, he pulled on her again, yanking her out of the back door. Struggling to put her arm into the jacket sleeve, she tried to slow him down.
"Stop it, Trevor."
He ignored her, pushing her to the passenger side of his truck. It wasn't until he shut her inside the truck was she able to put the coat on properly.
"You know I could have changed back into my clothes, right?"
Her question was lost on him as he slammed his door so hard the truck rocked. It was then she saw the absolute fury in his eyes.
"I told you that you could never dance. Did you think I was joking?"
"It was a three minute routine, Trevor. It takes you longer than that to drink a beer."
His hands beat against the steering wheel. "You have no idea how pissed off I am right now."
She could hear his voice shaking with anger. She had some clue. And she'd have to sit through his silent hell for the duration of the ride back to Sandy Shores.
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"What the fuck were you thinking?"
She barely had time to recover from Trevor whipping her around and causing her to fall over onto the bed as the anger in his voice wrapped around her.
"It was just dancing, Trevor! You don't have to be an asshole about it!"
"Just dancing?" he spat out. "Look at yourself! You're half naked in stockings and a corset that makes your titties pop out! Are you crazy!"
"You're the one who's fucking crazy," she absently said as she attempted to stand up. But his hand pushing her back down refused her the freedom.
"If you think I'm going to just be okay with you doing this, think again."
"Move away from me, Trevor."
"I'm not going to allow you to believe that you doing this was okay, Karen," he said more sternly. "Take the coat off."
She stared up at him, clasping the edge of the fabric and held it to her body. "I didn't do anything wrong," she insisted.
He let out a deep breath that caused her to shiver. She could feel how angry he was, a wave of heat rolling off of him as he moved closer to her.
"I'm going to tell you one more time," he warned. "Take off the coat."
Karen remained still, the stubbornness etched into her.
"Don't test me, Karen."
"Why not?" she lazily asked as she moved the rough fabric over her skin, allowing it to fall open before snatching it up tightly once more. "I can't tease you like I did all those other guys?"
The growl that emanated from his chest and escaped out his mouth made her lips curl into a smirk.
"What's the matter, Trevor?" She trailed her fingers over her plump lips, watching the way his eyes glued themselves to the motion. "What has you so upset?"
"You're fucking with me now."
"Aww, no," she cooed as she sat up to hold onto his waist. "I love you, Trevor. I would never want to mess with you."
He removed her hands from his torso. "But you are," he said in a tone too calm for what was going through his mind. "You're messing with my... emotions... right now, Karen." Tightly gripping her thighs, he shoved them apart to settle himself between her legs. "People think it's funny to mess with me until I snap, and they make me do things that I don't want to do."
Her fingers gently rubbed his cheek, smoothing over the rough scars on his face. "It's not funny. I would never do anything to hurt you."
"But," he sighed out, his own hands coursing their way over the revealed fabric of the red corset she wore. "I am feeling very hurt by you." He plucked at the strings holding the front together. "You were up there, on stage, in this... Dancing and moving as if you wanted to fuck every guy that was ogling you."
"No, Trevor," she tried soothing him. "I just want you."
"How am I supposed to believe that when you don't listen to me?" He ignored how good her hands felt on his skin, instead tearing at her top. With one yank, the material ripped, freeing an ample breast. The warm flesh spilled into his palm and he squeezed it, being rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from Karen.
"Trevor... "
"Everyone should know that you're mine." He slowly began to twist her nipple, rolling the dusky peak between his fingertips.
"They do, Trevor," she told him in a whisper of a voice. When he tightly pulled and pinched at her flesh, she arched her back, offering herself to him. "Ohh! They do know!"
"They need to know who you belong to. That you belong to me." He was relentless in nipping at her skin, with both fingers and teeth, marking a broad expanse of the bronze flesh near her neck. "No one should ever question that this is my property."
She tilted her head to the side, allowing him to sink his teeth into the curve of her neck. Her mind so cloudy with lust, she barely felt his hands rip the thin material of the panties she wore. Even the sound of his zipper coming down was lost to her as the feeling of his heat spread over her.
"I think it's time you were marked in more ways than one," he whispered in her ear, claiming the sensitive hole of hers that he knew no one else would ever get. Not even over his dead body. She would forever belong to him.