THE DARK DANCING POLE

As we left the elevator I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me as I remembered the last events in the elevator. I quickly shook it off my head. But involuntarily my hand touched the edge of the elevator I closed my eyes and released a slight moan.

"You say anything?" Viktor asked, I'm sure the fucker was well aware of the type of sound I made. So I glared hard at him.

As we passed the reception and crossed the hall, I could see all the staff froze. They were probably thinking, "what was the dark lord doing having his plaything dress like that". But Viktor just nodded at them, and I just kept walking with a mischievous smirk plastered on my face.

"I still think this is a bad idea, you still have time to change."

"You think?" I said, sounding more like a joke than a question.

"I know it's a bad idea."

I didn't bother replying, I wanted to see Matteo's fucking reaction.

We stepped into a limo parked by the entrance and drove to the club.

“This is the day I die,” Viktor repeated,