40 dirty dancing

This chapter is (R-18)

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✨Andi✨

Being a lady assassin, it is a must to learn the art of seduction. As funny as it may sound, I hate doing this kind of stuff. Dancing, wearing skimpy clothes, and putting on a slutty smile.

Most men are weak when it comes to a girl wearing close to nothing. It works, this seduction but I prefer snapping their necks. I don't like this attention being given to me and I hated dancing in front of these manwhores.

They ogle me, obviously salivating at the sight of my rare showing as I twist and turn, climb and go down this pole in a very…very titillating way.

My target is an assassin named Tank. He is a close companion to Steven. Isiah is positive that Steven was able to relay some information regarding me to Tank. I don't know how he looks, all I know is that he's a guy who likes blonds, dances with a pole, and is sexy as hell.

Isiah told me that I'd recognize him because he has a crescent moon tattoo above his heart. A mark of the assassin clan in the bottom of the chain called Magnus.

After I did a routine on the stage, Maya, the floor manager of this strip club was waiting for me backstage. She had a big smile plastered on. "That was a good routine Grace."

I gave her a tight-lipped smile. My MO today is a shitty one. I'm supposed to be Grace, an 18-year-old high school dropout with a sick mother in bed who needs expensive medications. Dancing is the only thing she knows in which she can earn money. Not my idea at all, this was all Diez's doing.

"You have a private dance request in room 5 for 30 minutes and another after that in the same room. You're a natural in this job, this can be a career if you want." Maya smiled sweetly but her eyes showed no emotion. I mentally rolled my eyes at her fakeness.

"Thank you" I smiled back at her.

She guided me through the hallway, the smell of sex and the sound of moans and groans filled the air. Typical whore house.

"They'll pay double if they touch you. Make a good impression for me, okay?" and she was gone.

Why did I agree with this again? Oh right, I have no fúcking choice because my identity will be compromised.

I heaved deep breaths in and out before twisting open the door. The red door matched the inside of the room. The light was very dimmed and a sultry music was playing on speakers as I entered. A man stood back facing me in the middle of the room. There was a couch beside him with a different bottle of liquor.

Good thing this guy has a sexy back then.

"Sir?" my voice came out innocently possible.

The man who wears a body fitting shirt and jeans turns around and my eyes narrowed to slits.

"What are you doing here?" I was annoyed that he had the nerve to compromise my job.

I have avoided seeing Yuri since this morning. The events in my room left me hot and bothered all day. I scolded myself many times today because I was so weak around him. I would've given myself to him if not for Uno's interruption.

"I paid for a private dance" he casually sat on the couch.

"I'm out of here" I turned my back on him but he was quick to grip my wrist.

"Now, now, Grace. Stay in character" he mocked. My hands were itching to knock him back to his senses. "Dance for me."

I should be mad at him, really, but the way he said it made my stomach tightened. Why am I getting excited about this?

Deciding to have some fun, I pushed him roughly down to the couch. He smirked as his eyes watched my every move.

I was wearing a skimpy skirt that concealed nothing and a white school dress top tied under my boobs. My hair was blond, just like how he would've liked it and the killer heels made me look taller than I was.

Swaying my hips to the beat of the music, I raised my hands over my head while I closed my eyes, feeling sexy with the way he eyes me. I did a routine of dirty dancing, bending over to give him a good view of my now slick thong. I never thought dancing would be this arousing, well it was called dirty after all.

A yelp escaped my lips when Yuri held my hips and pulled me to straddle him. The song continued but my heart was beating louder that it wanted to jump out of my chest.

I was about to warn Yuri of the 'no touching' rule but before I could utter a word, his lips crashed in mine, his hand resting behind my neck while his tongue invaded my mouth. He tastes beer and sweet raspberry. His touch was tantalizingly good.

There was no denying the sexual pull between the two of us. It was always there, I just didn't want to act on it. My retrains were on a very thin line and Yuri's actions only made this hard to resist. I wanted him as much as I wanted ice cream in the middle of every night since I was a teenager.

The way his lips molded against mine was so right yet scaring the shīt out of me. I was falling deep into Yuri's charm that I might not be able to let go if he does.

His skillful hands freed my breast from my skimpy top, kneading them, giving them some kind of relief since the heaviness never left them this morning. His thumb and forefinger gave my nipples a pinch that made me want more.

"Yuri" I moaned his name, drowning in his touch. "Please." What was I begging for?

I don't know but Yuri seems to understand.

"Patience, babochka."

"We… don't… have… much… time…" I managed to say in between moans.

"Let's get this over with then" his voice deep with lust.

He threw me down the couch on my back, before lifting my legs over his shoulders, settling himself in between them and invading my body like no one ever did before. His mouth was even more skillful than his hands as he kissed my slick folds. He nipped and sucked and licked me all over, as if I was his favorite meal. I was climbing up high with every pump of his tongue inside me while his thumb drew figures of eight over my sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Yuri!" I screamed his name like a wanton lady in heat when his fingers dug inside me, pumping in and out in a sweet rhythm, curling on that spot I didn't know ever existed.

He didn't disappoint as I came all over his face in no time. I have never felt anything like that before, and it's my turn to return the favor to a grinning Yuri.

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