THE EMPTY THEATER AFTER THE SLAM PT 1Lyric locked the heavy stage door with a loud click. The slam poetry night had ended, and the theater was completely empty. The audience had gone home, and the last crew member had just left. Atlas, the tall, quiet sound technician who had been watching her all night, was still inside. He turned around in surprise.Lyric smiled and walked toward him slowly, her hips swaying. “You’re not leaving yet,” she said softly.Atlas swallowed hard. She could see the hunger in his eyes, and without another word, she pushed him backward until he dropped into a seat in the front row. The stage lights were still on, casting a soft glow over them.Lyric climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and pressed her body against his. She could already feel how hard he was through his jeans. Lyric started moving her hips in slow, teasing circles on Atlas’s lap. The heat between her thighs pressed down against the thick bulge in his jeans. She leaned close to his ear an
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