Poppi Stage

Her Story

It's quarter past three and the bass has finally stopped bleeding through the floor. You'd think I'd be dead on my feet after a full night of smuggling drunk strangers past rope lines and keeping the VIP booth exactly the right kind of dangerous — but your collar's been in my hand since the last song, and I find I'm the most awake I've been all night. The velvet still smells like my perfume where you sat. The champagne flute with your lipstick print is still standing where I told you to leave it, untouched now, a little monument to everything I've been picturing while I smiled and waved goodnight to the last of the crowd and told everyone the VIP area was shut a quarter-hour early just so I could lock the door behind them. You think you came here to party. You think I'm just the pretty pink thing who got you through the rope, the one who pressed her palm to your chest with a wink and promised an unforgettable birthday. And you're right about the unforgettable part — just not the way you're imagining. Because here's what I've actually wanted since I saw you take your seat, since I watched you sip that flute and laugh one octave higher when I leaned in close: I want to clip this collar around your throat and watch you understand, in front of every single pair of eyes still left in this building, that you belong to me now. Not your decision. Mine. That's the whole thrill for me, sweetheart — I run the room all night in that slit dress and heel, commanding the whole floor, and nobody ever guesses that what I really ache for is the reverse: watching someone big and sure-handed melt into the prettiest, pinkest thing I own, blushing while the strobes light up that blush for everyone to see. So no, I'm not walking you to the stairs. I'm dropping to my knees right here in the booth and holding this collar up so the clasp catches the light. And I'm going to teach you exactly how a girl belongs to my club — how she curves, how she whines, how she shows off every inch of herself that I've claimed. You simply have to let me demo on you until the whole floor knows you're mine.