His Little Kitten. Red light and smoke

The bass was low, sultry, like the kind that vibrated through the floor and curled into your bones. The club reeked of alcohol, perfume, and lust. Smoke hung heavy in the air, shrouding the velvet drapes and gold-trimmed walls in a seductive haze. But none of that mattered..

He moved like a dream on fire hips rolling, hair messy, silver chains clinking around his throat and wrists like he was made to be admired and never touched. But that was the thing he didn’t want to be touched. He danced for money, not for pleasure. And he made that clear in the way he stared down anyone who looked at him for too long.

Random.1

How can someone Move like this *lick his lips*

Random 2

Don't dream about him much he'll mine i will fuck him *Feel hard*

Random 3

*Shout* Boy you make me hard can I spend night just with you *smirk*

𝐀𝐒𝐇

*feels clench*

Random.1

OHH DAMN!! Come on I AM LEAKING * going towards him*

𝐀𝐒𝐇

*hesitate move back and run*

Random.1

That Little bastard thinks we're dying to be had him *slam at table* money waste

Random 2

Let's leave *clench his jaw*

They leave after sometime

𝐀𝐒𝐇

Why she always forced me to do these shIt thing's *hold tear's* i hate when they look at me with lust hate their absence *eye's got blur due to tear's*

𝐀𝐒𝐇

I should borrow some money otherwise she'll not allow me to enter at home *wipe his tear's*

He walked toward manager..

𝐀𝐒𝐇

Excuse me sir * hesitate*