“I think of myself as an actor, first and foremost. That’s the real skill. Anyone can...” I pause for effect, watching her doe eyes widen. She’s young, sweet and innocent, but not stupid. I need to play it gently. “Can do what I do. The skill is in walking past everyone as though nothing has happened. Blending into the background.”
“Goodness,” she says. “Have you ever...” She pulls a finger across her throat, subtle enough that probably no one else in the crowded bar notices.
“Of course not,” I say, acting innocent, but intentionally badly. “Although a few... acquaintances have met with tragic accidents. They all deserved it though. Some would say it was karma.”
She smiles and I think it might be almost time to reel her in. But she’s a step ahead.
“I don’t usually do this,” she says, “but it’s loud here and I have a place just around the corner. We could have a nightcap.”
I can’t quite tell if the innocence is an act.
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The nightcap is quickly forgotten as she leads me past a closed door, behind which a roommate of hers is moaning in ecstasy, and straight to a large bedroom. I shut the door behind us, then stop and stare.
Taking pride of place in the middle of the room is a pole. A stripper pole. After a few moments, I ask, “So, you do pole dancing classes? I hear it’s a good workout.”
“It is. Although I mostly did the classes as practice, back when I was a stripper.” She gives the same smile as at the bar, although it seems less sweet and innocent now.
I guess she never said that she hadn’t been a stripper. And maybe she’s an innocent ex-stripper. I’m so lost in my thoughts that I almost miss her question.
“Would you like a private show?”
I'm still slightly shocked, but I'm hardly going to refuse.
Pushing me down onto the couch, she turns away from me and takes a few moments to switch on a speaker and play with her phone. A strong beat pumps from the speaker and she starts to sway her hips, lifting her short dress as she goes. A white thong comes into view, neatly splitting two tight cheeks.
I reach out towards her but she shimmies away. “The rule is no touching... yet.” That smile is starting to look a long way from innocent.
“But...” I start.
“Trust me. You’ll enjoy the tease.”
She turns and ever so slowly raises the dress over her head.
Wearing just a tiny bra and thong, she spins around the pole, long blonde hair trailing behind her. Hanging upside-down, clinging to the pole with her thighs, reaching for her bra strap. she asks, “Don’t you wish these thighs were wrapped around you?”
I can only nod silently.
Her bra hits the floor and she teases, covering her breasts with her hands. She hops down from the pole, pushes my knees apart and dances for a moment between them, smiling when she looks down at the bulge in my pants.