CHAPTER FIVE
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...FIVE...
~Silver Fire, Club
(17th of February, 2015)
She was already dancing when he arrived at Silver Fire.
He stopped short, kind of out of breath, as her lithe body was sultrily moving over the pole.
He stood, entranced at the entrance as he watched her twirl her waist seductively.
He noted that her waist long fake copper red hair was moving at the same pace as her.
It was like fire.
Liquid fire.
It was exactly like the fire that was beginning to burn deep inside of him.
The fire of need.
The fire of want.
The fire of passion.
Her erotic dance was stirring waters inside of him that no woman has ever reached.
She threw her right leg over the pole and raised her right hand towards her audience.
The gesture was beckoning, calling to them.
It was like a siren's call.
Deadly.
Dangerous.
Lethal.
She moved her beckoning hand back to the pole to grip it.
And, he was completely lost in his imagination for a moment.
Those hands.
On him.
He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined it.
It was easy.
He felt as if they were wrapped around his waist.
Her hands.
He felt as though her hand was sprawled across his chest.
And him?
Probably buried deep inside her, filling her to the hilt.
Desire choked him.
He slowly opened his eyes to look at her once again.
She gripped the pole tightly with her right leg.
Then she arched her entire body, limbs included away from it.
Blood roared first inside of his head before the onrush moved downwards.
Something hardened as he eyed her fleshy leg gripping the pole.
Take her, the voice of passion breathed into his ears.
He wanted her badly.
He watched her closed her eyes for a moment, standing sensually still for a while.
And then, she leaned forward, gripping the pole with both her hands.
His breath caught as she began diddering slightly.
It looked like she was attaining o****m from the pole.
It was hot, sexy, arousing.
It was breathtaking to watch.
He instantly began to struggle with his s****l control.
It was not new to him.
It was something that always happened to him whenever he had to watch her.
And it was not just about watching her dance erotically.
It was just the way his body reacted whenever he was near her.
This theory he had tested two months ago when he had first known her.
Samantha.
She had begun to dance at Silver Fire with that name some where in early November.
And the first day he had watched her dance, he had been shocked to feel that rush of desire.
He had been shocked because no dancer at Silver Fire had ever made him feel that way.
Ever.
He had been shocked at how much he had wanted her.
It has surprised him how much he had wanted to walk up to that stage and devour her.
He had instantly wanted to take her and make her his.
He had had to leave the room because he had had difficulty controlling himself.
He had first denied that sizzling attraction, attributing it to the way she danced.
But he had monitored her and created a chance meeting.
And ehen he had met her in person, face to face, he had been crippled by twice the desire.
Unfortunately, she hadn't taken any note of him.
He had then hired a detective to bring all information on her and found out that his Samantha was only Samantha on stage.
She was Nwabuagu Chinwem Chloe, daughter of the late Nwabuagu Tiger as her father was called in the financial and business sector.
The man had left his children a vast empire and a golden legacy before his death.
He concluded that she must be really conservative to be living as she was, hidden.
Apart from dancing, she did nothing else he was sure.
It was only when she danced that he saw the second side to her, the unleashed side.
It was the side that was not reticent for in reality she was as quiet as a mouse.
He watched her moving around as if in her own special bubble, trapped in her world.
He wondered what it was about her that left him on the edge every time she was on stage.
Was it her Samantha side that he kept recalling?
Or was it her Chloe side that he enjoyed because she kept ignoring him and giving him a reason to continue chasing her?
It was appealing and fun to him for he never took no for an answer or accepted defeat.
The loud applause that always came after every one of her dance sectioned echoed in the hall.
He lifted his head as he came back from his journey of thoughts in time to see her blow a kiss and leave the stage.
It was time.
He turned and left the auditorium, towards to the backdoor.
He would meet her there, as he always did.
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