“Are you here for me?” My blood turns cold. “What?” The smirk that is always so boldly placed on my mouth has vanished and my teeth clench. She must be sitting on my lap doing fuck knows what because the audience is loving it. I feel her hair brush my knuckles and I squeeze my fist closed to fight, grabbing at her hair and throwing her ass down to ask her what the fuck she means. “Are you here for me?” she repeats, dipping her thumb into my mouth while rolling her hips over my crotch. “Because if you are, you are mistaken. I don’t need saving.”
