All Chapters of The Night the Mask Falls: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I grab her ankle as she slides up, making her look down on me. She smiles slowly, then surrenders and lets me pull her down the pole. When her feet hit the stage she grabs a handful of my hair and whips my head back. She tsks at me, shaking her head, before her tongue trails down my throat, stopping at my nipple. Her whip slides up my sides, and I take this chance to unsnap her thong, tossing it to the side. My hand grips her ass as her hold on my hair gets tighter. I push against her, making the pole slide between her ass cheeks as she backs into it. Her mouth leaves my nipple, the cold air hitting the wet skin making me shiver. She bends over, ass in the air, as she twerks on the pole. One hand wraps around the pole as I pull myself over her and slither my way to the top of the pole. I wrap my ankles around each other and let go, my face falling into Izzy's ass. Great place to be. She opens her legs and falls into the splits. Her ass smacks the stage as she grabs the pole and slide

Izzy and I had to practically carry Starlight off the stage and into the dressing room. She was a shuddering pile of mess. Apparently the girl had never had a proper orgasm a day in her life. Poor thing. We set her down at her dressing table, her dance partner already gone for the night. Probably better anyways. She needs some kind of privacy to regroup from what we just put her through. That kind of pleasure can be overwhelming if you've never been on the receiving end of it. "You good, babe?" Izzy asks, throwing me a bottle of water. I nod, then drink the water like it's my last line to life. Being under those lights gets hot, and my mouth is as dry as the sahara. Thomas comes through the door, a huge smile on his face. He doesn't step in too far, never does, but his gaze immediately falls on me and Izzy. It only lingers for a second, but I knew what it was telling us. "Alright ladies. The audience has an hour to make a vote. You don't have to stay if you don't want, hell looks l

I move around the space, trying to find the clothes I had on before I got here. I'm not avoiding Izzy, but I also don't want to tell the story twice. The smell of weed hits me just as Izzy calls my name, trying to hand me the blunt. "Are you going to tell the truth?" She asks, already knowing how I like to dodge the actual truth. Sugarcoating is definetely more my style. A heavy sigh leaves my lips. "It's not as juicy as you probably think it is. I will tell both of you though, after this shit show is over." I pull on my black sweatpants, the comfy ones that don't really fit that great in the waist but fit amazing everywhere else. I hit the blunt, holding in the smoke until I find a tshirt to put on. She nods before taking the blunt back from my hand and finds her own clothes to put on. I can hear the other women talking, but really don't have the mental space to care about what they are saying. I'm more worried about what's going to happen after this little announcement tonight.

I stand there, too stunned to move. I really shouldn't, but I can't help myself, the words come out before I can stop them. "Oooohhh, so I'm the main character in your dreams. Tell me." I pause for effect, then continue."What do you do to me in these dreams?" I ask in the voice that comes out whenever it feels needed. His breath hitches, just enough for me to catch it."Careful, there. Might not want to find out." He says, his voice deep in the silent space."Or maybe I do." I say, again before I can stop myself. Shit, this isn't good. My lack of filter and common sense is really not helping me out right now. Before either of us can talk again the man with Malaki clears his throat before walking towards Thomas. I can't hear what he says to him though, just hear his laughter and a minute later feel Izzy grabbing my arms to drag me to her. The loss is immediate, but more importantly, the fog in my head is clearing, finally letting me think straight again. Damn it, I forgot all about

I wake up on the balcony, laid out in the lawnchair Izzys tans in out here. She says since it's so high up she gets better attention from the sun up here. The sun hasn't fully shown it's face yet, but the sky is bright with orange and purple hues. I'm grateful I'm allowed to sit here and witness this; for it to be the first thing I see this morning. My soul really needed that. I don't hear Izzy moving around yet, and since I don't want to wake her I just sit here, letting the cool air brush across my face and stare at the sky. I should have known Jake was cheating on me. There were signs, plenty of them. But a prideful woman doesn't admit those things. A "refined woman" doesn't speak those words out loud. She doesn't cause a scene, doesn't yell or scream. Doesn't throw things and demand he choose a side. No. A "refined woman" takes the scraps her husband throws at her is is grateful for them. She takes the verbal abuse, the condenscending demeanor of the man vowed to love her. She a