Mature content, Rated R, Do not read if under 18

I stood there, right behind the thick black curtain, just out of view of the crowd. There I was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the show to start. I heard the music as the DJ called out her name as she took center stage. "Divine Angel, will tantalize your taste buds. So don't be cheap men. You know how to keep our Angel happy." I couldn't help but laugh. Tone always said the stupidest shit, but he did keep the money flowing for us.

The thing was, Tone didn't lie, she is a divine Angel. Her long lean body, barely covered by the strip of cloth she called a dress. I watched her like I did every night, as she removed her clothing, slowly, teasing the horny men, as she danced around the stage. I could feel my body tingle for her, as her strong shapely legs wrap around the pole and she twirls around, causing her breast to sway with the movement. She always captivated me with her grace and beauty. Her long blond hair, large breasts, and toned body. She was everything I was not. Strong, dominate, and in control of her emotions.

Bringing my own hand to my breasts, I start to play with them. Pulling on my rings through the thin fabric of my robe, I could feeling them grow hard from my own touch. My breathing quickened, as I continued to touch myself. I could feel myself growing wet for her. She was mine. Even though we both dance for those creeps, every morning when we left the club, she was mine. We were in complete contrast of each other. Where she was a tall, blue eyed, blonde hottie, I was short, hazel eyed, dark haired pixie, as she liked to call me. I laughed every time she called me her "magical little pixie." Truth be told, she made me feel sexy and magical. So it worked.

Standing there, I felt someone come up behind me, wrapping their arms around my waist and pulling me into their chest. Suddenly, I felt his lips and my neck and knew it was Tone. He left the booth, to have some fun with me. It always made me smile when we had our little tryst. This was happening more often, ever since Angel and I allowed him to join us. Truth was he, was as much ours as we were his. He loved and protected us, as much as we cared for him. It could have been a messy triangle, but it worked. He liked to say we were soul mates, while Angel agreed, I had a hard time believing in a life time. I lived for today in hopes of tomorrow.

We stood there watching Angel work the men in the crowd. Her set was for twenty minutes, then it was my turn. Afterwards, we'd work the crowd; giving private dances, emptying their pockets of cash.

Hearing Tone purr in my ear, "How is my Shattered Violet tonight. I missed you this morning baby girl. Where did you run off too?"

I didn't respond to him with words, instead I leaned my head back into his shoulder, removing a hand from my waist, I brought it down to cup my flower; as he liked to call it. I heard him moan in my ear, as he brought in hand inside my robe and under the deep purple panties I had on.

"Does my shattered Violet want to c u m before she goes on stage tonight. You know those men will smell it on you, and won't be able get enough of you."

I whimpered as I felt his fingers rubbing my c l i t. "Answer with your words love. Tell me you're mine, and I'll allow you to cum before you go on tonight."

Listening to Tone and watching Angel, has me ready to lose control. "Yes, Tone I belong to you. Please." I begged him. He always liked me to beg. I was the submissive in a triangle of dominance. Tone and Angel always fought for control, mainly control over me. But Angel knew how to play Tone to get her way. I admired that about her.

Tone untied the little stings that kept my panties in place, feeling them slide down my legs, made me quiver. Standing in front of him, still watching Angel on stage, he pulled me back into him, lifting one leg to give him access to my core. I felt him slid into me, pumping in and out, fast and hard. I heard him groan in my ear, with each thrust. Biting my lip to keep crying out is name, he commanded me to cum, as he filled me. It was hot, quick f u c k. Sometimes those are the best. Don't get me wrong, I love our hours of play, but sometime I just want it in me now, and Tone never disappointed me.

I stood there shaking, as I saw Angel look at me and wink. Crap did she just see us? Leaning my head back, Tone turned my head and claimed my mouth. "Mmm, you're so good, my Violet. Tell me who you belong too."

"I belong to you Tone." I whispered.

"Good, now go get cleaned up, you're on in 8 minutes." With that, he let me go with a slap on my a s s.