Page 193 of Demons Dig Donuts

Not yet, but soon.

Mr. Heiss wasn’t in the habit of disappointing him.

Indy wore rhinestone chaps with a matching thong, vest, and cowboy hat. He strutted forward and then seductively grinded around the pole to a remix of a Dixon Dallas song, letting the bass carry him through each roll of his body. He climbed high and then held himself aloft with one arm, tossing his hat off into the crowd while he bucked his hips like he was riding a horse.

Or, more accurately, a specific demon.

The same one he could feel watching him now.

Indy continued dancing until he’d stripped down to his thong. He turned his back to the crowd and then bent at his waist, sliding the tiny bit of glittery nylon all the way to his ankles. He kicked it off as he stood, glancing over his shoulder to find Mr. Heiss sitting at the table right at the end of the stage.

Instead of returning to the pole, Indy dropped to his hands and knees. He made a big show of crawling toward Mr. Heiss as he ran his tongue over his top lip, swaying his hips.

Mr. Heiss offered a small smile, his elbow up on the armrest and chin in his hand. His legs spread in an unspoken invitation, and his tail slowly twitched.

Indy let his body tip forward off the stage, his hands hitting the floor to catch himself as he flipped his body forward to land right in Mr. Heiss’s lap.

Mr. Heiss had not been expecting that, judging by his startled grunt and how quickly he grabbed Indy’s hips, even using his tail to hold him. His concern was brief, lost to a dramatic roll of his eyes, but he was smiling bigger now.

The crowd had gone absolutely wild, so Indy had to lean in and practically tongue Mr. Heiss’s ear to tease, “Why, hello, sir.”

“Hello.” Mr. Heiss smirked.

“You enjoy the show?”

“Yes. So much that I am demanding one in private. Right now.” Mr. Heiss picked Indy up, and Indy wrapped his legs around Mr. Heiss’s waist as he carried him away toward the private lounge in the back of the club.

The cheering turned into a roar, complete with whistles, clapping, and howls.

Indy laughed, peeking over Mr. Heiss and blowing kisses.

Well, if there had been any doubt about Mr. Heiss and Indy before, there certainly wouldn’t be now.

The lounge was a dark space of lush red velvet, mahogany, and brass hardware. No one else was here but the two of them, and Indy knew this was Mr. Heiss’s doing. It was usually packed, especially after one of his shows, but clearly Mr. Heiss wanted them to be alone.

“So.” Indy popped his tongue. “Just had to piss all over me, huh?”

Mr. Heiss scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“Okay, not literally, though just saying I could be persuaded.” Indy rubbed their noses together, swinging his legs as Mr. Heiss brought him over to an oversized sofa. “I meant you grabbing me like that in front of everyone. Marking your territory. Meow.”

Mr. Heiss hummed, sitting and hugging Indy close in his lap. “And if I was?”

“Not complaining. It’s cute.” Indy grinned. “You do realize no one is ever going to want to fuck me because they’re terrified of you, right? Or is it on purpose? I’ve been wondering and definitely thinking it’s on purpose now.”

Mr. Heiss looked positively angelic. “Never occurred to me.”

“Sure.” Indy rolled his eyes. “Now! Is this the part where I pretend you’ve bought me for the evening?” He tossed his head back and clutched at his brow, feigning distress. “I’ll have to make sure I please you or else you’ll give me a big, big spanking!”

“It’s the part where I fuck you on this couch, that table, and then that wall until you can’t move and I have to carry you home.”

“That. Yeah, let’s do that.” Indy laughed, leaning in to kiss Mr. Heiss.

There was a soft sound—something clattering.

Indy broke away from Mr. Heiss to see Dill trying to right a lamp he’d bumped into. He snorted out a laugh. “Hi, Dill.”

Dill grinned and made flapping motions with his hands.