Nadia
NadiaI’m in love. I want to be a burlesque dancer. They are everything.
I watch the way the women hold their own on the stage. They dominate. They are s****l—
but empowered. Beautiful and demanding of our attention.
This is exactly what I need. This energy. Taking back my sexuality. Giving it on my terms.
I want to be up on that stage deciding exactly how much skin I show. Giving access to my body on my own terms.
Owning the audience.
We sit at a table sipping soda water with lime and dropping dollar bills in the dancers’ buckets when they sweep through the audience requesting tips.
Flynn drapes a casual arm across the back of my chair and keeps glancing over, like he’s more interested in what I think than the actual show. For a guy who doesn’t do commitment or girlfriends, h
