Jacob-

As I roll up in my car early that morning, I discover that the car park is vacant as I'd expected. The building itself lies on the outskirts of the small town, in a quiet and covert location far from the rest of the community. That makes sense I daresay,  as generally, people who occupy venues such as these don't wish to announce it to the rest of the world.

I park up in one of the many free spaces and climb out of the front seat. A quick glance confirms no one is on-site, so I casually make my way to the front of the building. Two dark wooden doors stand ahead of me shut tight, with a weighty padlock in place for good measure. The venue probably doesn't open until the early hours of the morning.

Directly next to the doors, behind a clear piece of perspex is what resembles a timetable. Scanning my eyes over the poster and reading a few of the names that crop up, I can't help but smile. Someone has an imaginative mind. When I spot the name I'm searching for my eyes linger on the spot for some time. Kitty Luxe. Her performance is tonight.

My luck just keeps getting better and better.

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Kitty-

"Ivan, I- I can't wear that!" I bleat as I stare in disbelief at the garment hanging from the full-length mirror propped against the white wall across from me. 

Ivan licks his lips and grins wickedly, "I think you'll find that was the agreement, Kitty"

"But-but-"

Leaning into me he places a warm hand over my mouth to stop me from saying anything else. Beneath his lashes, a pair of deep eyes watch me in clear amusement. I'm glad to see that he's enjoying this.

"No more excuses Missy. I want your sexy ass on that stage in thirty minutes," his words may sound playful, but I sense the serious tone underlying his voice. The one that I wouldn't dare argue with. He is my boss after all.

"You will either be wearing that," he motions, with his paw-like hand to the costume that sparkles gloriously in the artificial light. "Or nothing..understand?"

I gulp nodding profusely, his hand still covering my mouth. As his hand falls from my face, his facial features transform into a winning smile, making his face glow once more.

"Fantastic! I will see you in-ooh twenty-five minutes. Don't let me down Gorgeous."

And with that, he turns on his heel and leaves me in the silence of the empty dressing room.

I stand there in silence, listening closely to the wind howling against the exterior of the building.

When I twist back to face the mirror, to my dismay the outfit is still there, mocking me. I stare at it in hatred, before releasing a heavy sigh in defeat. With no alternative options left, I slip out of my denim hipster jeans and remove my white blouse with ease, throwing it to one side of the room. Next, I unhook my bra at the back and shake it from my body.

The temperature in the room must have dropped a few degrees because the tiny hairs that cover my body stand on edge, and my nipples stick out, hard like two small berries. Carefully I place my legs into the catsuit, pulling the material up and over my figure. I have to wriggle to get the tight nylon to stretch enough over my hips and breasts.

Nevertheless, I slide my arms through the sleeves all the while wary not to pierce holes through the fine material. The material feels tight and constricting against my body, and I swear one slight movement could tear a hole in it. Grumbling to myself, I step gingerly into a pair of daringly high white stilettos, also chosen by Ivan.

Once the arduous task of squeezing into the tiny outfit is complete, I stride over to view myself in the mirror. My jaw hangs open at the woman staring back at me. Instantly my cheeks flush at the idea of anyone, man or woman, witnessing me dressed in the current attire.

An expression of horror crosses over my face as I discover the material is practically transparent! All but a cluster of Swarovski crystals around the cleavage area, scattering outwards to cover my erect nipples.

From my right hip bone to my left thigh, crystals have also been strategically placed in a sash like shape to cover other regions, that would otherwise be highly embarrassing. I had previously painted my face with dark smoky eye makeup and bright red lipstick and styled my hair to fall in long waves, cascading down my back.

At this point, I peer over my shoulder and realise to my horror that the back of the catsuit is void of any embellishments. Which means my bottom is clearly on view, for everyone to see. I'm definitely going to kill Ivan when this is over.

"Kitty!"

A voice calls my name from somewhere behind the closed door. Talk of the devil. I fight the urge to hold in my unshed tears as my heart pounds rapidly against my chest, reminding me of what I'm about to do. Nausea churns my stomach, as I try to recall a time that I've felt as sick as I do at this moment. Hunter could drag me on the biggest roller coaster in the world and it would be nothing. Nothing, compared to this.

I inhale a long steady breath, trying to calm my nerves. You can do this, Kitty. After regaining my composure I reach out and turn the handle with a shaking hand. Here goes nothing.

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Jacob-

My patience is wearing thin as I tap my fingers on the table in frustration. I'm a little too eager for the show to commence. Besides, it feels like hours have passed, but a glimpse at my Armani timepiece confirms that's not the case.

"Dude. What's rattling your cage? Chill already"

My eyes narrow and slide across to where Tomas Harper sits across from me at a small rickety table near the back of the room. Many other tables litter the floor surrounding us, all full with a multitude of people chattering amongst themselves and indulging in fine beverages.

Some men sit at individual tables, unaccompanied by others. My mind wanders through the various lives they lead away from here. Whether they're lonely or they lead an ulterior life at home with wives and children.

"Shut it," I snap back at Tom. "I'm just a little-"

"Sexually frustrated?"

My glare switches to the idiot that's occupying the seat next to him. Oliver Sinclair. Between the two of them, they are driving me nuts tonight. One slaps the others hand in mid-air as they both laugh hysterically at their antics.

I run my hand through my thick hair in frustration, an ache beginning to develop in the back of my skull.

"I can assure you it's not that," I reply staring at a deep valley In the wooden table. I trace it with my fingers before returning my attention to the two men. "Don't try and palm your problems off on me Ollie."

"Ooh that's harsh Bro," Tom jokes beside Ollie, causing me to roll my eyes skyward at him.

Ollie places a hand to his chest over the area his heart would be and fakes a sniffle.

"That hurt me deep Wilde."

Turning to meet each other's eyes they scoff, both unable to hold in their laughter. I'm going to kill them both if they don't shut up soon. Best friends or not.

The lights abruptly dim and we all instantaneously crane our necks back to stare above our heads. When our gazes meet again, there's a savvy smile on the guy's faces as Ollie mouths 'Show Time' whilst wiggling his chestnut eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

Seconds later a circular white spotlight appears at the centre of the stage. Our heads turn in unison towards the stage as the female makes her entrance. The intro to the song plays softly in the background. I vaguely recognise the song from a film,  but honestly, my brain is incapable of making that connection right now.

No, my eyes, and everyone else's for that matter become captivated by the 'Goddess' that has just strutted onto the stage. It's Kitty White. And damn she looks stunning.

"Holy hell. She is-"

I sense Ollie at the back of my mind and throw my arm out, shoving my hand over his mouth to stop him talking. That man can't keep his thoughts to himself, especially during inappropriate scenarios.

You had plenty money, 1922. You let other women make a fool of you. Why don't you do right, like some other men do.

Oh, man. The outfit Kitty exhibits hugs every one of her perfect curves, and because it's almost transparent I can rest assured that what's underneath is one hundred per cent real. Her hair drapes down each side of her pretty face like a golden mane. I gaze at the mouth-watering way she moves her body,  caressing every one of my inner nerves. And her voice. She sings like an angel, sweet and melodic, every note is perfection.

Get out of here and get me some money too.

I struggle not to glare, as she runs her perfectly polished fingers seductively down some gentlemen's face. Gritting my teeth together, my inner self growls lowly. I'm a little shocked at the hatred that I immediately have towards the particular male. I want her to touch 'me' in that provocative way, and 'I' want to smell her delicious perfume. More than anything I want to taste those luscious rosy lips. And I don't want anyone else to touch her.

With nimble fingers, she picks another member from the audience and steals his bowler hat from atop his head. She places it atop her own head whilst continuing to strut towards the centre of the room, catching gazes of adoration from under her long eyelashes. As she walks, her hips swing from side to side and the material of my jeans tightens considerably.

Why don't you do right like some other men do.

Kitty sets one heeled foot on the centre of a table occupied by a group of men. They all stare upwards at her as she leans forward, her elbow rests on her slender leg whilst positioning her chin in her hand.

Get out of here and get me some money too.

Steadily, she backs up down the walkway towards the centre of the stage where she uses the hat to trace over her body, down her strong abdominals, towards her vagina. I find myself wishing that hat was mine.

Kitty spins on her heel so her back faces her audience, holding the hat in place over her ass. Glancing behind her she gives a single wink, before frisbeeing the hat in the direction of its owner. Revealing her ass. Her perfect naked ass. Then she struts off behind the curtains out of view.

I might explode.

The crowd erupt into applause and several wolf whistles pierce through the air. The guys to my left are on their feet making as much noise as possible, and I soon find myself on my feet too.

"Shit man. Who'd of thought it. Kitty White," Tom makes a whistling noise and I smirk.

Looks like Kitty White has a little secret. I'm going to make her mine, I guarantee it.

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