I sank into the leather chair, the cool material a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off Chloe. The slow, rhythmic beat of Snooze began to fill the room, the bass thumping low and heavy, vibrating through the floorboards.
Chloe didn't wait for an answer. She stepped into the space between my legs, her hips rolling in perfect time with SZA's voice. The fishnet bodysuit was a blur of black lines against her honeyed skin as she began a slow, deliberate catwalk around the chair. Every step was calculated to show off the shelf of her backside and the deep, swaying curve of her waist.
"You've been watching other girls perform all day, Druski," she whispered, leaning down so her full breasts brushed against my shoulders, the mesh of the bodysuit slightly abrasive and incredibly erotic. "But they don't know you like I do. They don't know what makes you tick."
