Chapter Two

When I pole danced, I was Fire.

Caitlyn  Spears didn’t exist once I was in a dark club with sexy music playing and the smell of alcohol wafting through the air. 

I wear a mask, though, and never would I allow my cover slip, and because of my terms and that of the clubs, I was always sure I couldn't burst. 

Nobody needed to find out that ‘Kitty’ and Caitlyn  were the same person. I couldn't imagine the damage that would cause. 

I stood backstage in my kit, I looked hot.

I stared back at my reflection and agreed this was a totally different person from the Caitlyn  Spears that left the mansion this morning. 

My kitten mask settled on my nose perfectly, my lips were hot red, and my blue eyes were blazing behind the mask. My auburn hair was packed in a ponytail and I allowed myself vanity as I concluded I looked like the goddess of sex. 

I deserved one last run, one more before I dropped this adventure and focused on what matters, which was Spears INC. 

“You look like a hot babe!” Brianna squealed as she walked in from performing her own set. 

I turned to look at her but didn’t say anything, she also looked ravishing and lively.

“You will be at the party tomorrow, I believe.” I said instead, and she nodded as she wiped off her lipstick. 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, so your reign really ends tonight. Are you sure you wouldn’t end it with a bang?” She asked me, smiling as she replaced her mask with a pair of sun shades. It was her idea of a disguise. 

Her father, Barney Sky, was a thick figure in Hollywood, people were curious about what went on in his and his family’s lives. She included. 

“I just might consider that…” I muttered and she laughed before plopping on the single sofa in the changing room. 

“Or you’re loyal to your boy toy?” She teased referring to Micheal. 

“You play a little too much,” I replied casually and climbed towards the stage. “I’ll be back in ten!” 

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What Brianna didn’t tell me was the sort of crowd we had tonight. 

Imagine how awkward it was pole dancing to a crowd of my business associates, most of them in their late forties and fifties. 

I saw some faces I didn’t expect, even those of a particular associate who had just renewed his marriage vows with his wife of thirty years. 

I decided I was going to use that information against him somehow. 

The music changed to Pour It Up by Rihanna, and my eyes lingered on the one gaze I had held all through the night. 

There was always a particular person in every crowd that I focused on when I danced and pretended it was a private performance for just them.  

It made dancing more sensual, and as I swished my waist and hugged the pole calculatedly, his gaze remained on mine. Not straying to any part of me but my eyes. 

This man looked to be in his late thirties. There was no sign of greying hair on his head, or it was just the work of dyeing chemicals, but he looked good.

He was attractive in a dark and brooding way, his hair fell over his face, and his eyes were dark in the light; he was attractive and in some fantasy world way. Like he could be a Roman emperor or something of that sort.

I liked it a little too much. 

Odd enough, he looked familiar, too familiar that it bothered me. 

I was breathing hard as I made one final spin around the pole, and landed on my hands. 

The music stopped at the same time, and I stood up straight and flashed a smile before exiting the stage: cheers followed me, but I saw before I went backstage that my gentleman hadn’t moved or shown any signs of it. 

“Well, give it up for Kitty! In case you don’t know, that was the final set she would ever perform as our legend had decided to retire, so be generous...”

Jerry, the manager’s voice trailed off as I went into the dressing room, I pulled off the shoes first and was trying to undo my small skirt when I noticed the presence of someone else in the room.

“I heard it was your final set and I decided I didn’t want to miss you.” A male voice said from somewhere in the dark. I turned around, and my eyes met a tall figure by the door. 

I smiled when I recognized the face.

The man from the audience. 

“I knew you’d come,” I replied and went back to fussing with my skirt.

A million thoughts ran through my mind as Brianna’s words chose that moment to replay in my head.

‘Are you sure you wouldn’t end it with a bang?’

Maybe Bree, maybe. 

“You choose your prey every night and they come scrambling to the backroom every time you dance?” He asked me and I sensed what may be a hint of judgment in his voice.

“If I say I did?” I asked him.

I’ve slept with anybody in the audience here, never even talked to them. I made sure of that and avoided them even when they wanted to speak to me after, but I wasn’t going to tell that to this strange stranger I planned on fucking. 

“I don’t care.” He replied icily, the light was on now, and I could see him clearly. But he couldn’t see me; my mask was still on. 

His eyes were grey, not black.  

“So why are you here, stranger?” I asked him, going over to the door and locking it behind him. 

“The same reason why you are closing the door, honey,” he muttered, an accent peeping, and I smiled at him.

He was older, like about forty. I saw that now but he was very attractive and his voice? He sounded like he could make me a submissive. 

“Why do you reckon I am?” I asked as I undid my belt clasp and stared hard at him. 

“I believe you want to fuck me as I want to fuck you. Would a payment be necessary?” He asked me as he stepped closer and pushed my corset strap off my shoulders.

I stared into his grey eyes, and I couldn't help but think of how familiar it was once again.

His glare caused my skin to burn, the way his eyes bore into my skin.  

With an ease I didn’t expect he tugged the rope of my corset and gently pulled it aside. 

“I am amused that you think I am a prostitute.” I whispered as he leaned in and kissed me on my neck, causing me to smile at his full mass of hair.

“It is no insult. Believe me, it’s one of the professions I admire,” he replied half heartedly, and he kissed me.

He actually kissed my lips. I never kissed my hookups. 

“No kissing,” I said after he took my breath away from me.

“Are you sure?” He asked me again, hard and I gave in. My hands wrapped around him as he lifted me from my ass and placed me on the vanity. 

He continued to kiss me as his hands undid the final hook on my corset and tossed it aside. “No talking now,” he ordered.

My boobs were out now, and my nipples were firm for him; he smiled, a slow and menacing look before his head dipped and grabbed one in his mouth. 

His mouth was warm against my sweaty breast as he sucked on it causing me to release a moan. I grabbed his shoulders and spread my legs drawing him closer to me.

I wanted him deep inside of me, he continued to suck on my breast and caress my hard nipples with his fingers while the other one held me to the table.

I quickly undid his buckles and was happy to see he was hard for me, I placed my hands on his fly and felt the hardness of him. I released his dick, and it sprung up, happy and excited to be free; I was ashamed to realize I was soaking wet.

No decorum.

My mask remained on my sweaty face, and he looked into my eyes as my hands began to stroke his penis; he let out a groan,, and finally, his hands and mouth left my breast. 

I let him out my hand above my head and returned back to my wetness; his hands rolled down my leggings, and his hands flitted around my thighs. I allowed him to trace his hands up and touch my wetness. 

I let out a moan as his hands found my pussy lips. 

He put a finger inside me and I closed my eyes tight, releasing a most electrifying moan. 

“Now,” I begged and he answered me. He slowly brought out his fingers from inside me and placed them in my mouth. I sucked on it, my eyes closing. 

He was still hard and my body was screaming for release.

“Now,” he repeated and he slammed into me.

I let out a moan as he continued to go in and out, my clit wrapped around his large dick perfectly.

He continued pounding into me, and soon I was crying, my tears mixed with sweat and the magical taste of good lovemaking. 

I came apart with his dick still inside me. 

I was fulfilled.

I had ended my Kitty era with a bang.