Chapter 5

Aurora's POV

Walking into my dressing room, I shut the door behind me. I'm supposed to be on stage in exactly ten minutes, which is enough time for me to get backstage. I dressed at home and wore a coat over my outfit, because I knew I'd be late. Layla was extra chatty tonight and I couldn't leave before she went to bed. The thought of Layla and Olivia sleeping in my apartment makes me smile.

I take off my coat and drape it over my chair. I grab my lipstick off the dresser and secure it in my hair, in such a way that no matter how much I dance, it won't fall, not even when I'm hanging upside down on the pole. I walk over to the larger mirror, tilting my head while I examine my outfit.

Tonight I'm wearing a full rhinestone set, with a pink push up bra, decorated with silver sparkle chains that join at the straps, going in opposite directions to make an ex on my chest and two sparkly lines on each of my boobs. The panty matches the bra, rhinestones gracing the front and glimmering chains around my ass, meeting at the waistband of the panty. I like it, I look good, more so because it’s my custom brand lingerie thanks to Emelia, who convinced our stylist to purchase my products for the tonight's event. I had to make seventy-three orders, twenty of which had to be made by hand. Emelia and her colleagues dance extraordinaire duo, Crane and Sasha as well as Milly couldn't agree on a routine so we split into six groups for tonight's performance instead of three. I'm performing the opening act.

Someone knocks on my door and it opens before I can respond, I turn to see who it is with a smile on my face. I groan when I finally see who it is, Ricky, one of the backstage bouncers. I nod at him and he grins, his eyes trailing over my body with admiration. “Hmm, you look too good to be true.”

I put a hand over my waist and shrug. “I am Rumor aren't I? ”

Ricky chuckles, “That you are princess, but the audience expects to see Rumor on stage in two minutes.”

I nod following him as he exits.

My stage name came unexpectedly, I used to be wallflower but then people started calling me Rumor because I was too good to be true. My lips pull into a smile when I meet the other dancers backstage.

A voice comes through, busting through the speakers, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fantasy Elite where every fantasy is fulfilled, no matter how dirty your secret fantasy is, know you're in the right place. Here at Fantasy Elite, we aim to please you and pleasure you. Our first group for tonight has all your favorites and, our very own sadistic sexy goddess.” he says.

"Rumor. " chants fill the bar area and I lick my lips, my gaze veering over to the girls giving me the envious looks like they usually do, I wave them off. We're on the same boat but they don't seem to think so because it looks like I have special privilege.

My signature song starts playing making the crowd go wild, and that's my cue. I ruffle my hair, the chains in my braids bumping when I do. Seems I'm covered in chains tonight, from my hairstyle to my lingerie. My heels are the only exception, but they do have rhinestones. My feet begin to move, strutting to the stage, with six girls, three on my left and three on my right. The audience cheers at our appearance, it's packed tonight and I'm drunk, too drunk to be on stage. I've had more drinks than I can count on my fingers, it doesn't take a genius to see this isn't a good idea but it is.

I begin to sway my hips to the beat, the cheers getting louder by the second. I can already smell the pre-cum of every straight male in here tonight. There is seven of us on stage but all eyes are on me, I can feel there lustful eyes on me, burning through my flesh, each wishing they be who I choose to play with tonight. I know this because this is exactly what I was made to be, a show stopper. Life put me in the hands of evil and it was there, I was crafted to be what I am now, a temptress. I manipulate men for a living and they pay me to do it, they pay thousands of dollars, sometimes millions to touch me.

Men take look at me and they're enchanted instantly, emptying their wallets and worshipping me like a Greek mythology goddess. Evil, disgusting men come here, most of them in their late twenties and others in their fifties, instead of being in a nursing residence or better yet, hanging out with their grandchildren on a Friday night, you will find a sixty year old man here, watching Rumor dance seductively as he shamelessly jerks off to the sight. Some of them even engage in the orgies and private sex acts, while others prefer to watch. I prefer to watch but the client's prefer to fuck me, if not, they want to watch me engage in the sex act but my act has less sex and more torture, people pay a lot to watch my act, and why not? It's a work of art of you ask me, I enjoy it more than the pole dancing, interpretative dance, and seductive lap dances I do on stage. My sex acts leave people speechless every time and me? They leave me content.

Scanning the room for my next victim, I grip onto the pole and hook my arms around it, losing myself in the music as I dance, men and women eye fucking me everywhere I look. A smile spreads across my lips as I spread my legs, my arms enclosed around the pole as I show these men just how flexible I am. Getting their hopes high with every move I make, starring at the crowd innocently as I scout for my next playmate. The song is almost coming to an end, I have a sexy dance with the next song, I can pick my victim then.