I pointed at the chair in the corner of the room, “sit down.”
Alan didn’t argue. He walked over and dropped into it, legs spread wide, eyes locked on me the whole time.
I raked my fingers through my hair and jogged over to my bag in the guest room. I pulled out the bedazzled mask I’d packed, slipped it on, then quickly changed into the tiny black bra top and matching short bikini bottoms I’d brought. The fabric was barely there. My n*****s were already hard from the cool air and the way he was staring.
I walked back to the pole, hips swaying slow. “You ready?”
He nodded, hands gripping the arms of the chair. “Yeah.”
I gripped the pole with one hand and started spinning slow, letting my body roll with the movement. I arched my back, pushing my t**s out, then slid down the pole until my
