The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 29 - Strip Club Fun

I woke up in my bed. I had no idea how I got there. I was in my bra and thong, my head hurt, my body felt so weird. I slid my feet flat against the soft fabric of my bed, bringing my knees up. I rubbed my temples, taking ragged breaths as last night slowly came into my head, piece by piece it rolled in. I was trying to understand when I looked at the clock.

"Shit!" I hurried up and changed, rushing around the house, deep in thought. Last night... last night didn't feel real. I behaved like that? That seemed out of control. It was like I was high off my ass.

"Oh my God," I whispered. "He put... he put something in my drink." I stared at my reflection, my eyes wide. "Oh God,"

I shivered and took off, feeling like I would throw up. I was a few minutes late for practice but just slipped in. I saw Harry dancing on his own, and I swallowed, my hands trembling.

"Odette, are you all right?" He stopped dancing and rage bubbled inside of me at that knowing, cocky smirk. I stormed over and I slapped him, I hadn't ever hit someone before in my life. The sound radiated throughout the now silent studio, the skin on skin contact. I had used such force that it spun his head to the other side, it made my hand sting. I hardly felt it, I was panting with anger.

"You sick fuck. You drugged me!"

He faced me slowly, the print on his face evident already, his green eyes colder than ever. But suddenly he smiled a bit.

"It was just a touch of ecstasy."

"Are you fucking kidding?" I screamed and shoved him. "You awful man! I let you feel me up in public, I was fucking acting crazy! I could... did you sleep with me?" my eyes were massive.

"Oh calm the fuck down. I'd never do that. I wouldn't touch you that far. I pushed you off of me."

I gaped. "I was drugged out of my mind! Of course you had to push me off. God, do not ever speak to me again. You are disgusting. We're dancing and that's all.' I walked to the center of the studio and started stretching, doing my warm ups. He came up behind me, staring at me in the mirror.

"You did thirty two fouettes."

There was an incredibly long silence as I thought. "I... that wasn't a dream?"

"You did thirty two, that's why I gave you the ecstasy. You needed to be out of your mind, out of your body. You needed to know what it felt like to be sensual, to be active and not be scared of the sexual girl that is inside of you right now." He held my hips. "You're a prude; you're scared of all things like that."

"Not true," I breathed out. "I had Liam."

"Please, you gave Liam blow jobs; you wouldn't even let him give you oral sex because you were so bashful." My jaw dropped in shock. "Guys talk."

"I don't see why sex has to do with the Black Swan." I lied, a bit.

"It's everything. She is sensual," he touched me, roaming over my torso. "She is powerful, she is captivating. She is not dainty, she's not innocent, and she is not pure in any sense of the word. The Black Queen exudes sensuality." He took my hand, running it over my chest; I was blushing, dropping eye contact in the mirror. "Do you see? You can't even touch your own body. You can't even own what you have." He let me go. 'That's what the ecstasy was for. It got you into yourself; you weren't shy about what you wanted to say because the drug makes people personable, it takes down those walls."

"Still, that crossed a line."

"Fine, I apologize."

"So sincere."

He smirked, those dumb dimples carving into his cheeks. "Now, let's dance, the third act, Black Swan, and we'll see if last night changed you. I'll get Vincent for his thoughts."