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“What? Saskia Royal, now put me down.”

He presses his crotch into me farther, and my mouth slams closed. This is not really where I want to be with Killian right now, it’s a danger zone for me. I don’t think I’m weak on any account, but my restraint is being tested.

Shit fuck. I’m in the deep end.

His hand comes to the front of my throat, squeezing slightly before releasing. His lips fall over mine. “Kiss me.”

I shove his shoulder, shocked. “No!”

“Are you saying that you don’t want to?” His head cocks even more. “Pretty sure if I slip your panties to the side, your pussy would be drippin’.” He leans down to the side of my neck and sucks my flesh between his teeth. “And I bet the bitch is fucking screaming my name…” Did he just call my pussy a bitch?

I suck in a breath, counting to ten to compose myself. “Maybe.” Then I push off him just as he releases me, and my feet are finally safely back on the ground. I square my shoulders. “But I guess that’s a sound you will never hear. Maybe I’ll keep it to myself.” I shove away from him and quickly run into the dressing room. What the hell is his problem? I know that he wants to fuck me. Actually, he said that he didn’t want to anymore, but he has never outwardly been this obvious about it.

I take a seat and remove the items I wear for fire bending and dress in the clothes I need for our final dance and the final act. Slipping into fishnet tights, black shorts, thigh-high boots, a black lace bralette and a loose crop to go over it, I tidy up my makeup and ruffle my hair even more. My skin is on fire, recklessness taking hold of my body. I feel animalistic, like havoc is what needs to be caused.

“Are you okay?” Perse asks, walking up behind Val and Kenan. Val gives me a strange look before removing her clothes and putting on what she wears for the final act. Which is next to nothing. She doesn’t even make the crowd or boys work for her sex show, she just exists with it. It’s good to drop breadcrumbs when you’re being sexual, because it offers people a taste of what could come. Only I leave them starving, with the taste of me lingering on their lips. Midnight Mayhem is a great offering to adults who not only enjoy an excellent, mind-altering and hallucinatory show, but also those who live in the shadows of their sexual desires. We have security placed everywhere and don’t allow the audience to have sex while watching, but from what I’ve heard, there have been many cases where couples have tried.

“Yeah,” I grumble, ru

“Huh,” Perse mutters, almost to herself. She comes closer toward me, her hands clenched around the back of my chair. “Please remember, Sass,” she whispers, looking over her shoulder briefly. “These boys are not to be taken lightly.” She turns farther, taking a seat on Kenan’s chair.

She exhales. “I need you to sleep with Killian.”

“What!” I snap, rather loudly, because everyone within our distance all turn to see what the problem is. I lower my voice. “Why would you say that?”

Perse watches me nervously. “You both, and so much more him, seem to have this draw to each other. Which is fine, but it’s distracting him, and I can’t have it distracting you.”

I think over her words, and before I can form anything that is even worth replying, I laugh. Full clutch my belly laugh. “No. I’m not doing that.” I turn back around and wipe the lipstick off my lips. You can’t have lipstick on for the final act.



“Saskia…” Perse exhales. I bring my eyes to hers in the mirror. “I know that you think you can handle Killian, but you can’t.”

I ignore her by this point. I love Perse. She’s my closest friend here apart from Kenan, but she really needs to stop talking. Her logic doesn’t make sense to me.

“Can we not do this right now? Can we talk later?” I plead softly.

She finally closes her mouth and nods. “Okay.”

We all make our way to the center, waiting for the curtain to drop. It’s different now. Standing here with all of them. With Perse, Kenan, and Callan. Callan who is still not talking to me.

The curtain opens and Tinashe’s Throw a Fit starts playing as we move into our positions. Where the entrance and exit is, I notice all four of The Brothers standing, watching. King leans into Killian, whose eyes have not strayed from mine.

It’s intense. I miss a step, my cheeks flaring to life. I continue through the movements of the song. Slowly, lifting my shirt over my head and flicking it out to the stands. Now I’m in my bra and little shorts. When the song remixes into “Just a Dream” by Nelly, I let loose, rolling against the beat with a smile on my face. With every soft tune, I rub myself against the notes, with a hair flick every now and then. Kenan picks me up from the waist and my legs wrap around him as I slowly lean backward until my hands are placed on the floor. Kenan slowly sinks down, his face right near my crotch. He bites down on my i

We all have one thing in common—we’re born with power, but the world doesn’t like a confident woman, so they try to crush them with tabloids of what “perfection” should look like. It’s all a hoax to deceive us into thinking we’re lesser of a woman if we don’t look or act a certain way. We, as a sisterhood, must rise above that and harness the power our ancestors fought so hard for and destroy the patriarchy. This won’t happen quickly. In order for this to happen, we have to stop slut shaming, ski

As the song ends, the audience stands and claps, and the cage slowly drops from the ceiling. I bend my head backward to watch as it falls around us. The pastel lilac and vivid white that’s on the ceiling of the tent begins spi

I gulp.

I’m always nervous about this part. It takes a bit for me to get into it, but as soon as the cage is on the ground, the music shifts and the lights flick to red. This is the part that the audience is the most silent. Shrouding themselves in the erotic atmosphere that we provide. The vibe always shifts when the cage begins descending, even though every act is sexual one way or another.

“Say Yeah” by Nikye Heaton fades in loudly, everyone liquefying into the cage. I find a spot in the corner, where I usually am, dancing against whoever is there. Usually, I stick by Kenan and his shenanigans, knowing that he won’t press me, but I already feel that tonight is going to be different. I can feel the tension floating between Killian and I and I’ve come to learn that Killian isn’t someone who just lets things be. He likes to antagonize any situation he can and right now, that situation is me.

I’m making my way for the corner where Kenan is when fingers hook into mine. The music is thumping so loudly it feels as though the vibrations are sending tremors through my bones.