Blog Tour: Rapture Series by Megan D. Martin

At eleven p.m. I stood center stage, my turquoise, jeweled outfit
glittering against my tan skin. Men and women alike stared hungrily at me
only feet away from the elevated stage. I knew what they were seeing. I’d
been in this business long enough to know what image I portrayed. I was the
mythical mermaid, with aqua hair. My body was perfect. No one could deny
that. I was curvy, not some stick figure like a lot of the girls who took
their clothes off for money. My thighs were thick, but toned. My stomach
was flat, an aqua blue ring hung from my belly button matching my waist
length hair. A half sleeve of tattoos covered my left arm, the bright
colors swirling around my bicep. The top I wore pushed the thick globes of
my fake breasts together. My permanently hard nipples pressed at the
bejeweled fabric. Glittering strands hung down from beneath my top and
brushed against the exposed flesh of my stomach. The skirt I wore was knee
length, and glittered as brightly as my top, concealing the sparkling
g-string beneath.
I’d stood here before a crowd of hungry patrons hundreds of times, but I
knew it would never get old. Victor’s face niggled at my brain.
Disappointment in missing my best friend swamped me, but I didn’t let it
consume me. I pushed it aside. I was the Jewel of the sea; losing my
Poseidon wouldn’t change anything. I would get through this dance with the
so-called Ripper and call Luke Masterson tomorrow, the owner of Rapture.
The millionaire would have a few choice words for Jimmy.
The electronica pop music kicked in and I jerked my hips to the side in a
quick motion, before bringing them full circle and running my hands through
my hair. It hung loose down my back and brushed against the top of my
skirt. The crowd hooted in front of me, and a man yelled out something lewd
that I ignored. The thrum of the beat picked up and I turned my body around
in a fluid movement giving the crowd a view of my thick backside covered in
the tight skirt. Groans from the crowd followed. I shook my ass, holding my
arms above my head. The music built in cadence picking up with each second,
spiraling through me like an orgasm.
*Yes!* Pink and blue hues of florescent light flickered across my skin. The
cheers from the crowd started to fade away as I let *instinct *take over.
At least that’s what I called it. There was something about music that just
sucked me in, pulled me down into its suffocating depths and made me its
own, where I focused on nothing but that hot pulsing beat as it shattered
around me.
When the tempo dropped my body did as well as I bent at the knees, my back
arching like I was going under a limbo bar on the lowest level. I tilted my
head back knowing full well I was giving the crowd an enticing view of my
cleavage. Touching my hand to my mouth, I blew them a kiss from my
bubblegum pink lips.
On the next thunder of music I was standing up writhing my body away from
the crowd to the massive clear bowl at center stage. It was about six
months into my gig dancing at Rapture that someone came up with the glass
bowl idea. I was Rapture’s Jewel of the sea, so naturally I should writhe
in a giant glittering bowl of baby oil.
I climbed to the top of the clear steps and walked into the bowl. My feet
sank into the oil. The silky touch of the liquid comforted me. I twirled
around the pole in the center just as more oil fell from a spout above, to
shower my chest and below in its glistening substance. The actual container
only had a few inches of oil in the bottom. It would be half-way full by
the time I finished. I shed my skirt slowly, letting it slide off my
slickening thighs. The spout coated me in the warm oil and I gave myself
over, letting the music own my body. The thick beat thrummed through my
veins. It engulfed me completely, like meeting a long lost lover after
years apart, ravaging me from the inside out until I was nothing but slick
writhing cells.
I didn’t come back to myself until the music started to ebb, signaling the
end of my dance. This was usually when Victor came out to join me, entering
from stage left. He would be shirtless, wearing pants that matched my
outfit with a gold pitchfork in his hand, like Poseidon the Greek god of
the sea. The idea behind the whole scene was that I was some precious jewel
Poseidon had discovered on the bed of the ocean floor, and now he had come
to ravish me. Tonight I didn’t know what to expect.

I writhed to the music, sliding up and down the stranger behind me.
People packed the dance floor. Sweating, twisting bodies pressed against
each other, pawing roughly. The music thrummed in time to the fluorescent
lights beneath my feet. It rumbled through my bones, taking me far away
from the dark place I’d been stuck in all night. The guy behind me gripped
my waist with big hands. I didn’t know who he was, I hadn’t even glanced
behind me when he pressed his body against mine. I was too drunk to care.
He thrust against me, his rock hard cock spearing my ass through our
clothes. I glanced over my shoulder. The bartender who’d been supplying me
with free drinks all night flashed a smile.
*Can they dance out here while they’re on duty? *I snorted at the thought. *Is
it even called duty when you’re serving idiots alcohol?*
The music shifted to a slower, more sensual R&B song. The couples around us
slowed down, pressing against each other. The bartender gripped my
shoulders and spun me around. I let him, giving him a lazy smile when I
looked up into his eyes. He was cuter than I’d first observed at the bar
earlier.
*Or maybe I’m too drunk to care.* I couldn’t see what color his eyes were
but he had good hair, short and spiky. *Not like Cole’s. *
“Fuck.” I bit my lip. *Stop thinking about him! *
Bartender leaned in and pressed his mouth against my ear. “I want to fuck
you.” He leaned back, a cocky smile spread across his face. The urge to
slap him tingled through my body.
I didn’t though, instead I smiled. “Do you?”
He jerked me against him hard and thrust his hips, his cock pressed against
my belly. “I’ve been eye-fucking you all night. You’re all I’ve been able
to think about.” He slid his meaty hands up my thighs and fingered the
bottom of my skirt while grinding against me. I wrapped my arms around him.
His shirt was wet, sweaty beneath my fingertips, clinging to his muscles.
“I want to take you home.”
*I should let him. *The words drifted through my mind as I moved to the
sinuous beat. *I should just go home with him. Maybe sex with someone else
would help me forget. *I let my head fall back as the music picked up a
bit, letting myself loose in the sensuality. I wanted to clear my head, let
it all just drift away to blissful nothingness. Hot lips pressed against my
exposed throat. A whimper escaped my lips. *It’s been too long. Maybe this
is exactly what you need. He moved on, so should you. *
I lifted my head and pressed my lips against the bartender’s. His mouth
opened under mine, kissing me back. He was salty from sweat and tasted like
a cigarette, but I wasn’t going to be picky, not right now. Not when all I
wanted was to get lost in him completely.
*He’s not perfect, but he’ll do…for tonight. *
But then he was gone. One second my lips and tongue were intertwined with
his, my hands gripping his biceps, the next he was jerked away from me. I
stumbled forward, the alcohol making me trip in my heels. I looked around
in horror only to have my vision filled with the towering stature of a
man. *Not
the bartender. *A black designer t-shirt clung to rippling muscles. Dark
tattoos covered both arms. I gasped, glancing up to meet angry eyes. Cole’s
eyes.
I could have stood there forever and stared at him. He was just too
perfect, with his hair loose, his angular jaw covered in a few days’ growth
of a beard. I wanted to touch him, to run my hands through his hair like I
had before. I wanted to pull those locks while I straddled his big hard
body and took his cock into my pussy. Wet heat coated my thong and I
squeezed my thighs together.
One of his hands closed around my arm before I could come up with anything
to say. He pulled me off the dance floor toward the back of the club. I let
him. Following after him as he stomped through the crowd. His body moved
smoothly, the muscles flexing under his shirt, bunching as he walked. It
was only once we reached a darker, more secluded corner of the club did he
pull me around in front of him. His big body caged me between him and the
wall. A thrill of excitement swam through my intoxicated mind.
“What the fuck are you doing, Julia?”

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