LEILA
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I free up my leg, a strange sense of accomplishment washing over me, knowing my dancing skills hadn’t gone to waste.
I hadn’t gone to a dance school or anything fancy but I’d definitely picked up a few moves for a strip pole dance during my less glamorous jobs.
I moved my legs, twisting them slowly, deliberately in sync with the sensual rhythm of the music, slow, very slow and sexy, pushing my ass out, feeling the spotlight or whatever this don purplish light that’s definitely on me was.
I looked at him as I pushed forward, almost cat-walking towards where he was still sitting, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
I turned around him, placing my leg on his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt smooth under my heel.
I twisted and slowly removed it, my gaze never leaving his,
