Poles & Strangers
1058 Words
Arian
I had no idea what true freedom was until I had touched the pole for the first time.
It had been indescribable. Like everything had disappeared and I was floating on clouds.
I gasped as I slid my fingers around the cool metal of the dance pole, taking a few deep breaths as the music started.
“Phoenix!”
“Phoenix!”
“Phoenix!”
The chants as my audience called to me made me smile, and I hooked my leg around the pole, then let myself go.
I had done so many routines that I didn’t need my eyes open to know what to do.
Heck I didn’t need to think. I just needed to feel.
So I closed my eyes and climbed until I was at the very top, and then I released my grasp, hanging only by one leg.
It was my signature move, and one that never failed to leave the crowd of horny men in awe.
I smiled, reaching for the strings of the leather jacket that concealed my outfit for the night and pulled at it.
In what felt like slow motion, it gave, and I shrugged it off, enjoying the way the hoots and calls increased with each inch of skin I exposed.
The sound as the jacket hit the floor was lost in the music and noise.
Tonight, I had on a black lace bra that did little to hide my boobs, save for the n****e cover, and a matching black leather skirt that could hardly be called that as it was only made up of the skirt band, and two inches of leather to created a pleated design around it.
Underneath was a lace stockings which would be following the leather jacket in only a minute, to reveal the scandalous lace panties I had on beneath it.
I opened my eyes only briefly, smiling at the way the neon lights bounced of my glowing skin.
Up here, it was just me, lost in the music, lost in my body, and lost in my escape.
“More!” Someone shouted, and a second later bills rained on me.
I took that as my cue to dance, leaning downwards till I was literally hanging upside down from the pole.
I gripped the pole expertly, and gently, in tune with the music, released my legs so I now had the pole between my ass, and my knees pushed downwards so it looked like I was squatting, but upside down.
Then I began to slowly move my hips, biting my bottom lip as I felt my ass grind into the pole, the movement taking me downwards at a very slow pace.
The audience was getting the view all round as the pole slowly rotated me for them to see.
Just when I was about to reach the ground, I curled myself back upwards and gripped the pole so I could get down and into a split.
My ass bounced, driving the men into a frenzy.
My gaze caught a group of females who were literally mesmerized, and I winked at them, an idea forming in my head.
I got on all fours, my ass in the air, and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my stockings and pulled, slowly, wiggling my ass and moaned when the air hit my bare skin.
Once I got it off, I pulled my legs apart, gliding the stockings between thighs, and over my p***y, before slipping it between my teeth.
I kept my eyes on the women, ignoring the growls and screams from men, asking for my stockings.
I moved, still on all fours, like a cat, and got to the edge of the stage, then with a finger, signaled one of the girls to come over.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her face, but I only smiled, nodding my head.
She looked nervous, but was pushed by her friends to stand.
Once she neared me, I placed the stockings around her neck and leaned forward so I could whisper in her ears.
“Happy birthday.” I smiled, then moved back in time to see her turn beet red.
I let out a small laugh, then let her go so I could return to my pole.
Before my routine, her request had been brought to me.
I usually didn’t do requests, even though the other dancers were crazy about it, but the manager had insisted, and I had agreed.
And it had been worth it.
I finished my routine, and was about to blow a kiss to the crowd when I felt it.
The hairs on my arms stood, and I felt a sizzling shiver work it’s way up my spine.
I paused, taking in the crowd, but saw nothing out of place.
I blinked, grateful for my mask, and shrugged off the feeling, before blowing the kiss to the waiting men.
But as I walked away, I couldn’t help but be aware that someone was watching me.
I mean, I had on a mask and all. I never showed my face here.
But for some reason, the mask felt nonexistent under the pressure of the gaze on me.
I walked into my dressing room, taking note of the time.
I had two hours to get back home or risk being skinnd alive.
It was a one hour drive, meaning I had just one hour left at the club.
Yes.
I was a stripper.
For reasons best known to me and the demons that resided inside of me, I was the human daughter of an alpha, who seemed normal during the day, but bared it all at night because stripping was the only way I could cope.
The only way I could escape.
I spent ten minutes prepping for my next routine.
It was a short one, and usually the spiciest, and I felt a thrill of anticipation rush through me.
By the time I walked back on stage, I had completely forgotten about the feeling from earlier so when I took a stand, I wasn’t ready for what hit me.
I raised my gaze, as if being controlled by an invisible remote, and let out a gasp as it landed on not just one, but two brooding figures, sitting in the corner, with their eyes on me.
I literally trembled.
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