Ava extended her foot to ease the cramp that was threatening the back of her leg. She was wearing black stiletto pumps with lace stockings that made her legs look more slender than she remembered. Placing her hand on the pole, she gently but purposely leant against it, giving a slight boost of her feet to add extra momentum.
“A little more lift and you’ve got it, Ava,” Rachel told her with a grin.
Wrapping her leg around the pole, Ava attempted a delicate twirl. “How the hell do you do this? I can barely raise my leg enough to get a hold,” Ava moaned, picking herself up from the floor. Smoothing her skirt, she noticed it was a black leather mini and extremely tight. “Why on earth did I decide this damn skirt was a good idea for this?”
“You could always take it off,” Thom told her. His
