Shifter Witch On Hell's Road: Book One Read Free

myself off right then and there.
    I whirled around and spun back up on the pole. The feeling of lightness and strength felt so amazing I did combinations I never would have attempted before. The audience was awed. I could hear them reacting to the acrobatics as I flew through the air. I just hoped B-Zar and his bitches were looking. I doubted those sluts could do anything like this.
    It was time to give them some skin so I held myself up with my legs and untied my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I grabbed my tits and made a seductive face, then flipped back up and spun down the pole with my legs flying out behind me.
    I strutted across the stage, eyeing the audience as they watched me move. I saw B-Zar lift his glass to me and wink. I flipped my hair and went down on all fours accepting tips in my mouth and tits as the men salivated for my body.
    The song was almost over , and it was time for the big reveal. I went back to the pole and climbed up, hooked my legs, and unfastened my g-string. It half fell away, but hung to my body. I maneuvered myself to flip into a spread eagle. The g-string fell and the audience got an eye full of pussy.
    I slid back down, keeping the view of my cunt available until I hit the floor and gathered my legs up to my stomach. I pulled myself back up the pole and the song ended.
    I panted and walked down the stage to gather the rest of my tips and my clothes, and I strutted off stage.
    I stood in the back, totally naked feeling pretty satisfied with myself. My body buzzed, and I knew it was the raven inside me.
    A local girl with bleach blonde hair and fake tits brushed past me smacking my shoulder.
    “Skank,” she said, as she pushed through the curtains onto the stage.
    “Takes one to know one, bitch,” I muttered. I knew I had the crowd in a frenzy with my pole tricks and the rest of the girls were nervous.
    I strutted out to the floor and saw Balthazar leaning back on his couch with the same two girls still climbing all over him. Jealousy flashed across my brain. I walked right over there and stared the bitches down. His tie was loosened and the top buttons of his shirt were undone.
    I cleared my throat loudly , and they all looked up at me. B-Zar gave me a wicked smirk and the girls gave me devil eyes.
    “Beat it bitches,” I said.
    “Go find someone else,” said the pudgy brunette with the big smooshy boobs.
    “Yeah. We’ll tell the manager you tried to pilfer our client,” said the petite blonde.
    I crossed my arms and cocked my hip. B-Zar looked pleased with himself.
    “Let me ask you this , girls. Has he bought a dance from you or have you wasted half the night on his expensive suit?”
    They looked at each other and then him, disgust rising in their faces. They stood and walked away on their six inch platforms. I sidled up to B-Zar and gave him a evil grin.
    “Want a dance, fucktard?”
    “When you put it like that, no.”
    “Come on,” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. I figured I’d get the night started off with him. Before I could get to the lap dance room, some dude called my name.
    “Hey Shadow, how bought a lap dance?”
    I turned and looked at the guy. He was short, thin and greasy. I wondered if he’d ever been laid in his life, and he must have been at least forty. B-Zar glared at him.
    “She’s promised to me. Sorry , old chap. Better luck next time.”
    I rolled my eyes but didn’t say anything as I p ulled him to the lap dance room. I pushed him backward through the beaded curtains, and he flopped down on the couch behind him. I flipped the stereo on and an old Aerosmith song wailed through the speakers. I gave B-Zar a wicked smile and crept on his lap. I put my mouth right next to his ear with my chest crushed against his.
    “I was cryin’ when I met you,” I whispered.
    “Why the sudden change of heart?” he said as I slowly slid my crotch over his thick, hard dick.
    “Nothings changed,” I said looking into his face. My pussy