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His body was burning with desire, quickly losing control. She dominated his mind.

The way she danced across the floor made his fantasies go wild; the way her hair followed every move of hers set his dirty thoughts soaring. Her scent made him high.

He was her subordinate.

His eyes were wandering around the place, tirelessly looking for her. She had gone to get drinks, but it was taking her too long. He was getting impatient. Indeed. The animal instinct within his body was slowly waking up for another night of raw emotions.

A ray of blond crossed his sight, reflecting the shimmering light in the club. She was back and in time to satisfy his needs. He found it hard to control himself. He had clenched his teeth, waiting for the moment to give in to the arousal. His breathing fast.

He was like a vulture about to attack its prey.

She was used to that. It was her job to give men a break from life. The way they wanted it. She has had them all: sweet, rough, gentle, aggressive. Even cruel. Another one wouldn’t have made much of a difference. For her, it was money. For him, it was satisfaction.

None of them really cared.

They didn’t care much while they were at the club table, exploring each other’s bodies with a frantic physical desire. They didn’t even care when his tongue pressed against her neck, down at her chest and made its way back up to her mouth. Or when his hand slid between her legs and then swiftly under her skirt. She was stone cold. Not a single fiber of her body trembled. His, however, was out of control; his lines – distorted beyond recognition.

It was all a big scene and they were the actors.

It wasn’t real when he let her into his apartment and pushed her against the door even before it had completely closed. She moaned with pain. He didn’t care. He tore her top apart and let it slide to the floor; her bra he undid with his teeth. Her skirt wasn’t in the way at all anymore. His eyes were sparkling with perversion. To him, it couldn’t get any hotter. She, on the other hand, found it routine, and even a little boring.

But there they were, in the spotlight. The show was about to start.

No more inhibitions. Not until the end of the night.