Lena
I showed up to work for weeks after that. Maya insisted it was the only way I could truly get over him. I wasn’t dancing for the money anymore; a small part of me was still hoping to see him.
My eyes darted toward the crowd as I tugged down the robe. It pooled at my feet. The Candy persona was back, wig and all.
I twirled around the pole, swaying my hips lightly. I was wearing a black matching bikini set with a lacy garter.
A fast song came on. I turned my back to the crowd and began to shake my ass. The men cheered in excitement. I got on my knees and continued shaking my ass at the roaring crowd.
The song changed, and I turned around to face the audience, a sultry smile on my face.
My hands roamed my body as I twirled my hips to the soft music. When I caught those pair of blue
