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takecourage) wrote2023-09-20 06:47 pm
takecourage) wrote2023-09-20 06:47 pm
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the night turns silver when you breathe...
More often than not, she spends shifts in the office or behind the bar but, every so often, she gets up on stage or works the floor. Usually, it's because someone's called out, or because they're busier than anticipated. Tonight, it's the latter. Alex had rummaged through the bag that she keeps in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet in the office and come up with an outfit that worked: a black corset, underwear, stockings, heels. She'd leaned over the chipped sink in the bathroom back there and done her make-up, thick eyeliner and red lips. On impulse, she'd snapped a selfie and sent it to Darlington.
Tell me how you'll serve me 'til the end of days x
Out on the floor, she dances and sweats, flirts, accepts drinks or doesn't, depending on her mood. She's just finished a drink when she looks up and sees him walk through the door. They've arranged a sitter for Edie so that they can stay at Dimera street tonight, go out before.
She stands, and waits for him to see her.
Tell me how you'll serve me 'til the end of days x
Out on the floor, she dances and sweats, flirts, accepts drinks or doesn't, depending on her mood. She's just finished a drink when she looks up and sees him walk through the door. They've arranged a sitter for Edie so that they can stay at Dimera street tonight, go out before.
She stands, and waits for him to see her.
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"Not once," she says, and then anything else she would have said gets lost because he's inside her, long and hard and perfect, her back bouncing against the door as he fucks her. His mouth against hers, the pulse of the music in the club behind them, means she doesn't have to be quiet. She groans, loudly, squirming down onto his cock.