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I nod, smiling. “I’m going out for a bit.”
Her face lights up. “A date?”
In the middle of the night? Sure. “Something like that.”
“Have fun.”
“Thanks.”
I slip outside and head down the concrete steps to the parking lot. My piece-of-shit car blends right in around here. She may not be the prettiest girl anymore, but she’s reliable and that’s what counts. Beauty fades—a fact I’m all too aware of.
What will happen to me when I’m too old to dance anymore? How will I make money? I don’t fucking know, but that’s future me’s problem. Tonight me is getting dicked down.
I drive across town to the little hotel I was at with Whisper before, searching the lot for his van and finding it easily. My stomach flutters and my cock twitches as I text him that I’m here.
He replies quickly with the room number, and then I’m on my way. I hope our chemistry wasn’t a one-time event. My body is buzzing with need as I fish the popper bottle out of my pocket and inhale it quickly as I walk across the parking lot.
Euphoria rushes over me as I enter the hotel and find the elevator bank. I inhale a second time. That should tide me over for a little while. Wish I had a little coke, but my dealer hasn’t been around in weeks. I’m not an addict, not even close, but it does help take the edge and pressure off of life’s sharp parts.
When I find the room, I rap lightly on the door. It opens seconds later, and there he is. He gazes at me with those intense hazel eyes of his that feel like they see right through to my soul. Whisper doesn’t smile. No. That look is far more predatory than welcoming, and I fucking like it.
“Come on in, Blush.”
I do, sliding against him as I pass. There’s soft music I don’t recognize playing from his phone on the nightstand and there’s only one lamp on, creating a nice atmosphere.
“I’m glad you texted.”
He nods. “I’m glad you replied.” His tongue flicks out to wet his lips. “You look good.”
“Wait until you see what I have on underneath.” I pull the popper bottle out of my pocket. “Want some?”
“What is it?”
“Poppers. It’s a vibe.”
“Drugs?”
I shrug. “Enhancers.”
“Drugs,” he repeats.
I don’t feel judged, but I definitely get the sense that he’s not into it.
“I don’t need enhancers,” he continues. “Get naked.”
Chuckling, I shove the bottle back into my pocket. “Make me.”
Whisper shakes his head. “Nah, not my thing. I’m really into consent.”
“Are you trying to tell me you’re a good guy?”
“Far from it, gorgeous, but I don’t get off on power trips.” He takes a step closer. “So be good for me and take off your clothes.”
“Mmm.” I run my hands down his chest. “I don’t get off on being good.”
Whisper grins. “You’re a handful, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been told.” I hook my finger through one of his belt loops. “Why don’t you be good and get naked?”
