"What the fuck do you guys want?" I answer my phone. I've been in New York for the past two weeks, obviously not avoiding Anastasia. It's not like she's been my every thought and it's not like I fucked my hand in the shower thinking about her.

"Let's get fucked up tonight!" Lorenzo screams through the phone.

I hear Scarlett slap him for cursing and laugh a little. "Why?"

"Because man, it's due!" Fuck, I should go live my life.

"Fuck it, I'll be there."

"That was easier than expected."

I hang up to avoid any more conversation.

I'm coming back Italy.

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Lorenzo picked this club, one of many that I own. I see many fuckable women, women to get her out of my system.

We take a seat in the vip area, which is located right in front of the stage with the strippers.

"See man, blow some steam off." Lorenzo nudges me with his elbow.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Lighten up fucker."

The woman on the stage finishes up and walks off swaying her hips.

"Up next, we have a new one tonight, Davina!"

*Play song right now*

And of course, Anastasia walks off the fucking stage.

"Isn't that-"

"Yes. Fuck. Yes." I interrupt Lorenzo before he could even finish her name.

She's wearing a simple black dress though, thank god. I think I would've went crazy if she showed up in lingerie. I mean she's not wearing stripper attire but that's okay with me, especially with all the men in this club.

Her hair is put up in a messy way and even though red beams radiate off of her body and hair, I can tell she changed it. This fucking song is so seductive.

She walks slowly swaying her hips with every single beat. She grips onto the pole, just touching it with her dainty hands, looking into the crowd with lust.

I seem to have spoke to fucking soon.

Her hands roam over her body, sliding the thin black straps of her dress down her shoulders in a stealth manner, making her dress drop to the floor, revealing her curvy body. I swear I just got hard at the sight of her. I lean back in my seat spreading my legs and observe her.

She's wearing black, mesh, see through lingerie that leaves little to the imagination. Lace detailing and black floral pieces surround her perky breasts and her matching underwear highlights her perfect hips. Not to mention the fucking garter she's wearing, and her heels that just make me wanna take her on that stage in front of everyone.

She caresses the pole, licking her lips and feeling herself in front of everyone like the good girl she is. She looks dominant, like a predator going after its prey.

She drops to her knees in a slow, deadly pace, and then showing off her arch, letting everyone think of good it would feel to have her ass bounce back. Anastasia props herself back on her knees, dropping back on her ass with her legs wide open rubbing herself through the faint fabric of her underwear, throwing her head back with pleasure. When she looks back into the crowd her eyes lock on mine.

A smirk is present on her face and she takes her fingers and inserts them in her mouth sucking them like how she would suck on my cock. She stands back up and turns around, with her back facing me, taking the clip out of her hair and looking over her shoulder with mischievous eyes.

She's so fucking sexy.

As she circles the pole she wraps her legs around it, slowly moving down, and then up. Her grip becomes tighter and her eyes shut from grinding on the pole, her plump lips parting.

"And joining Davina is Sage!" The announcer calls out over the music.

Another woman with medium dark brown hair and red lingerie joins Anastasia on the stage.

Fucking christ.

Sage walks up the the pole and positions herself behind Davina gripping her inner thighs, sucking on the flesh of her neck. The possessiveness in me wants to take Anastasia off that stage right now, but I know she's on a mission and she's having a little too much fun.

Anastasia turns around and places her hand over Sage's underwear, pressing, making her bite her lip. Sage does the same to Anastasia and their hips move to the beat of the song. Anastasia licks the top of her breasts while maintaining eye contact with me. Her tongue moves up her neck and lastly into her mouth and they make out in front of fucking everyone.

By the time they're done, Anastasia looks at me once more and wipes her smudged lipstick with the pad of her thumb and walks off the stage.

"What a show! Thank you Davina! Sage, take the stage!"

My pants are so fucking tight right now.

"Man...." Lorenzo starts.

"Don't even start." I warn him.

I need her. Now.

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