Page 51 of The Cowboy's Cabaret

After we get through the door at Cunting Season, we make our way over to the bar and I order us two Screamer Shots. Jasper throws the shot back and flips the glass on the bar. I turn to the crowd, taking in the sea of glitter, neon, and Halloween erotica.

I turn to Jas when I catch him watching Daphne intently, jaw set, as she pops a cherry into her mouth before spitting it into thedrink in front of her. I’m wondering if Jasper is about to bitch her out for being gross when he reaches down to adjust himself. Interesting.

He continues watching the scene play out in front of him. Daphne spits the cherry into the waiting glass, while a massive dude grips the bar top and watches in awe. She presents her hand to him like royalty would and he kisses her hand like he met the queen.

I’m downright amused by this interaction, because Daphne is obviously very good at her job and Jasper is either aroused or angry—likely both. I decide to leave it be for now in hopes he’ll enjoy the night, but I will definitely need to gossip about this with Dahlia. Gossip? I’m smiling at the thought of the post-night out debrief with my girl after I absolutely ravage her.

Daphne makes her way down the bar top, slinging drinks and chattering about with customers. She’s clearly well-liked by everyone here, plus she makes quick work of all the specialty drinks. When she stops in front of Jasper and I, he shocks me by speaking first.

“What was the spitting in the drink all about? I don’t see how that’s any sanitary.” Jasper crosses his arms, but still remains less irritated than usual.

Daphne leans across the bar and Jasper tenses next to me, stiff as a board. I’m hiding my smile behind my fist.

“A special request, Jas. He’s one of my regulars.” She almost looks bored as she continues fiddling behind the bar. “Always requests it from me, he says he likes the way I”—she stops and pins Jasper to the spot as she pops a cherry in her mouth—“taste, so I make it special for him.”

Jasper looks like he’s legitimately buffering and I’m faking a cough to hide my laugh at this interaction. Daphne, as we know and love, enjoys stirring the pot, so she continues, “Another one of my regulars calls me ‘Mommy’, I have a few who beg me to dobody shots, hell I even have a real pretty couple who have been asking me to be their third after I did Scissor Shots with them a few weeks ago.”

She’s got to be fucking with him and I so wish Dahlia was here to see this. “Can you imagine? They’re both such pretty girls, too. I think I would fit real nice between them, don’t you?”

Jasper pushes away from the bar like it’s burning him and skulks off before I can see which way he went. I look at Daphne and she’s got a gigantic shit-eating grin.

“Real nice, instigator.” I point at her with a smile.

“He deserves it, not my problem.” She shrugs before sliding me the dark glass of Skeleton Soul Sucker. It’s a little fruity tasting and has a fun straw, so I’m having a good time.

I makemy way over to where I’ve found Jasper—a dark corner booth where I have to assume he’s hiding a raging erection. I can’t be bothered to figure it out, because truth be told, I don’t think he’s got it figured out. Whatever bizarre ass enemies to lovers situation him and Daphne have going on is not my business right now.

The lights flash red across the stage and three masked performers slink out, shirtless. They’re each wearing variations of a clown mask and low slung black jeans. A deep house beat starts out and morphs into a familiar Halloween song as the three form some sort of sensual grind line. The crowd is screaming along, and the energy is electric in the club.

I can see why this place is so successful. The performers take turns dancing in the spotlight before the other two slither down onto their knees, pulling the jeans down with them. Maybe Ishould give Dahlia a strip tease tonight, make her wait to get her hands on me.

My devious thoughts are interrupted when the audience erupts in applause and the stage goes dark again to prepare for Dahlia’s set. The opening notes of one of her favorite Fata Morgana songs, “Maneater”, plays and the heavy curtains slide open.

Dahlia appears in a skeleton mask, an oversized shirt, thigh high socks, and slip-on checkered Vans. I leap to my feet to get a better view, wondering if she can see me back here through the mask. She struts slowly to the front of the stage where she leans forward and slides a fake knife out from behind her. Knife in hand she starts dancing around, shaking her beautiful ass.

Before long, Dahlia is toeing off her sneakers to the beat before dropping to the ground and kicking a pointed toe up. She’s doing some sort of extremely sexy move similar to a hip thrust on the ground before she rolls over and up onto her knees. When she drags the knife down her chest, the crowd starts to chant “Damsel” like they’re worshipping her. With how I’m feeling, I’ll gladly get on my knees for her.

The music surrounds us as we watch in awe at how Dahlia caresses herself before teasing with a lift of her shirt. She tilts her head to the side in question as if to ask,keep going? People are whistling and clapping as she turns around bending into a backwards bridge. I can’t really comprehend the physics of what she does as she slides the shirt off over her head while upside down before popping back up clad blood-red lingerie. Money, and I think a bra, are raining down on the stage before her.

Her finishing blow sends every ounce of blood south to my cock and I almost feel lightheaded. Dahlia kneels with the knife under her and she starts to simulate riding the knife. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to make it back to her apartment without touching her—at the very least, humping her a little bit.I’m a simple man and I am without a doubt in awe of everything this woman does. The song finishes and Dahlia lays back with a satisfied smirk on her face before taking a bow and disappearing behind the curtains.

THIRTY-NINE

dressing room debauchery

Wesley

After Dahlia disappears backstage,I let Jasper know I’m gonna swing by to see her. He barely gives me a nod before fixing his glare back on a certain bartender. Dahlia let the bouncers know I was allowed back to her dressing room, so they let me pass. My body feels like a live wire, because anytime I’m in Dahlia’s orbit, I’m turned on. But watching her own the stage and perform for a club full of adoring fans? Yeah, I’m rock hard.

I gently knock on the door adorned with black glittery letters—Damsel—and Dahlia opens the door with a bright smile. She’s since ditched the Halloween mask and is wearing the same silk robe from the first night I came to the club.

“Mmm…The first time I saw you in this robe back here, I thought I was gonna have a heart attack.” I wrap my arms around her ample hips and walk us backwards, kicking the door shut behind me. The feel of the silky onyx robe, caressing the most magnificent ass to ever grace this earth, has me leaking an ungodly amount of pre-cum in my boxers.

“I remember. You gave me a high five.” Dahlia laughs.

“Yeah, sounds about right. I was hypnotized by your beauty. Really, it’s a hazard. How does anyone get anything done around you?”

I start to pull at the tie barely holding her robe closed and the soft material falls open, sliding off her shoulders. Dahlia is already moaning in my ear as I lavish her collarbone and neck in wet kisses.