by Megan Noelle
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A strobe flickered around the stage. Dark Horse by Katy Perry began, the crowd cheered but I tuned them out. In a slow prowl I made my way to the pole in the middle of the catwalk. As soon as Katy’s voice echoed around the space I stripped the trench coat off. Sliding it down my arms, letting it drop to the floor. My hands cinched around the pole, my eyes looked to the crowd around me. Countless eyes held onto me as I swirled my hips and walked in a sensually slow circle around it. With my ass to the crowds of men I climbed the pole to the top, locked my thighs tight and dropped backwards.
The black and purple corset accentuated my assets—slim waist, wide hips and made my boobs look fuller than reality. Locking my hands tight I held myself as my legs released, doing the splits midair. My body loosened, I tumbled down the pole until my legs were spilt on the floor. I stood and took hold again, swinging myself around letting my legs wind slowly around. My hips rocked back and forth until I dropped to the floor on my back. Rolling to my knees I arched my back and crawled to the edge of the stage. The barely there G-string was soon filled with bills but I kept moving.
Rolling my stomach, bouncing my ass up and down, spreading my legs as wide as they could go. It all received the male praise I loved, brining in the money I needed. The song was reaching its end, I ran at the pole, my hands caught me and my body swung around again. As the music ended, the house lights brightened a little more, giving me a chance to blow kisses to the men still focused on my body.
With a final wink at the crowd I disappeared backstage, people called out for Kandi to come back. It never stopped me from heading to my lighted station though. A few other dancers glared at me as I passed, but there was nothing unusual about that. The second my ass was in my chair my balding manager Maurizio appeared in the mirror behind me.
“What the hell was that crap?” I flicked my emerald eyes to his once before returning to my own reflection. Black eye shadow, copious amounts of eye liner and mascara, with the addition of a few glitter crystals made my face look almost unrecognizable. Sometimes I could hardly believe this is what my life has become. Using my years of professional dance experience to shake my ass up and down a pole in some raunchy club. Yeah, definitely never had this dream as an innocent little girl. Granted, this was one of the better clubs in the city—the best actually. It still didn’t change what it was or what I did to end up here.
“Hello! Can you hear me?”
Sighing, I spun around to face him. “That was a dance. You know, what we all do here.”
“You don’t just get paid to prance your little ass up on my stage. When you are up there you need to really give them a show. You didn’t even let them see your tits. Who the fuck is going to come back if one of my top dancers doesn’t even show boob?”
Leisurely I applied another layer of my soft pink lipstick. It was a cheap thrill of mine to watch Maurizio’s face turn lobster red, but I managed it nightly.
I got to my feet, eyeing him up and down. I was only 5’1, in heels a few inches taller but I was still a peanut compared to Maurizio’s giant-self. It never fazed me though, I could hold my own.
“You’re forgetting one important thing, Maurizio.”
“Oh yeah, and what’s that Kandi?” He asked, putting extra emphasis on my stage name. Reminding me that while I was here, I was under his jurisdiction.
I smirked. “I am one of your top dancers here because of them. You may hate me, what I do and how I do it. But they don’t.” I pointed past him to where the crowd was. He snarled at me, steam rolling from his nostrils like a bull about to charge. Patting his abnormally large shoulder I pushed past him.
“You are due at a table in one minute.” I stopped walking and rolled my eyes.
“You know I need a smoke after my dance.”
“Too damn bad, Princess.” I whirled around to stare at him. His beady little eyes looking out of place in his big head and right now, the sight was pissing me off.
“You’re doing this shit on purpose.”
“If you say so. Except, the one who is paying for the dance is one of my buddies from the old days. It’s his nephew’s birthday and he requested the best. I suggested you, because despite your horseshit attitude, people do love you. Go and make this good. Give the boy what he wants and I can guarantee my buddy will tip you so fucking much your bills will be covered for the next few months.”
“Are you fucking with me, Maurizio?” This was where the love and hate for Maurizio came from. He knew all too well that I needed the money and would do just about anything to get it. Maurizio helped get me the bigger clients because of it, but always held his power over my head. I hated knowing my fate was in another’s hands. Especially Maurizio’s massive grubby ones.
“Only one way to find out. VIP table 10, kid’s name is Kayne.” He turned to leave, giving me a swat on the ass like we were a couple dudes on a football field. I cringed whenever he touched me.
To be fair, I cringed when just about any man touched me. In a strange illogical way, that seemed to turn more men on. My dances, moves, and anything else I did there was one rule. No touching. Instead of seeing me as the freak I originally assumed, they saw me as a temptress, a siren. They knew I hadn’t been groped, felt up, or slobbered on by every man that walked through the door. That was what grew my status from just another stripper to an elite dancer. I performed only
two dances a night and only did lap dances or private dancers for the men willing to shell out the big bucks.
I fought with Maurizio but I really did owe him a lot for getting me to this point. I quickly searched for an outfit for the birthday boy. I decided to go for the naughty school girl, it was classic and rare that someone didn’t like it.
“Cherry, will you please undo me?” I asked, motioning to my corset.
She looked at me, nodded and undid it in a minute without saying a word. Cherry (yes, that’s her real name) was never one to say a lot. Which was why I liked her. The other girls hated me, no doubt because of my ‘horseshit attitude’ as Maurizio so kindly pointed out. Cherry wasn’t like them, she was more like me. Wasn’t here to make friends. She was here to make money. We never talked about where we went outside of the club because it didn’t matter. Sadly, this was one of the best relationships I had ever had with a female.
“Thanks, babe.”
“No problem.” Cherry popped her gum and walked off.
I slipped the top off and replaced it with my sleeveless white tie top. I adjusted my frustratingly small B cup tits and tied the ends of the top in a loose bow in the middle of my chest. Next I slid into my black thigh high fishnets and barely there red and black pleated skirt. I fastened my five inch fuck-me-pumps onto my feet and took one final look in the mirror. Normally I would throw my hair in pigtails or something, but the curls in my dark and light caramel colored hair looked impeccable. I slid a pair of handcuffs into the hip of my skirt and made my way out to table ten.
I ignored everyone I passed. I was on a mission and no one was going to get in my way. Nothing was going to stand between me and the money I needed to get the hell out of this place.
“I hear there is a birthday boy in the house tonight.” I said as I reached the half-moon shaped booth in the back corner of our VIP section. A group of eight rowdy men began cheering, pointing out the blushing birthday boy. Not to mention eye-fucking the shit out of me. Coming out of the middle of the table was a pole. I took hold and gracefully lifted myself onto the table. Lifting my foot I moved it around the table to point at each of the men.
“Where is my boy, Kayne? I am Kandi and I want to show you just how sweet I can be.” My voice came out a purr. This was my alter-ego speaking and I was damn thankful. Kandi was the bad bitch everyone wanted.
A man in his mid-20’s raised his hand and I zeroed in on the dirty blonde fraternity boy looking guy. He had that broad face, perfect body, and whiter than normal smile. I squatted my body down in front of him, tracing my fingers gently across his face.
“Happy Birthday, baby. Are you ready for your present?”
“Oh yeah.” He reached his hand out to stroke my leg but I reached behind my head and grabbed onto the pole. Just as his finger slid against my knee I lifted myself onto the pole. The rest cheered as I stretched my legs out to show just how flexible I was.
“Then I am going to need you to come right out here.” I braced my hold and stuck my legs out slowly into the empty space above their heads. Slowly I opened my legs to reveal every freckle on my inner thighs. Kayne licked his lips and made his way out of the booth. With my legs I pointed to the chair a table over.
“Take that and put it right at the head of your table. Let’s show your boys just how lucky you are going to get.”
Kayne about stumbled over himself to get the chair. He put it down and immediately plopped down to the seat. With his legs shoulder length apart he watched, desire dancing deep in his blue irises. I swung my body around the table, giving each a view up my skirt until I landed at the edge of the table directly in front of Kayne.
“How old did you turn today?”
“26.” He gulped out. I placed my hands on his knees, slowly crawling towards him.
“Mmm,” I purred. “That’s one year older than me and I love an older man.” A nervous chuckle stuck in his throat as I stuck my cleavage into his face.
“Now, before I show you just how well I move, I have to share with you just one rule.”
“I don’t like rules.” He stuttered, attempting to regain some shred of control over what was coming.
I backed my hands off and rotated my body so I was seated on the edge of the table. Moving the toe of my heel up his pants until I met his rock hard dick. I purred out, shaking my head with a smirk growing on my lips. “I’m sure you don’t but it is very simple. Do you want to know what it is?”
My other foot followed the same pattern as the first and slowly I moved my feet up his chest until my legs were resting over his shoulders. He gulped, nodding his head vigorously. I licked my lips, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. Kayne’s eyes rolled back in his head just a little. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was even going to last through the dance before erupting in his pants.
I slid my legs from his shoulders to around his hips and slithered my body onto his lap. In the blink of an eye I attached my fuzzy handcuff to one hand and had his other in my grasp. My hips rolled further up his legs until I felt his jeans pressing against my opening. Securing his other wrist in the cuff I rubbed the muscles tensed in his arms as he struggled to bring them forward.
“My rule is no touching.” He groaned, clearly desperate to do just that. “Just sit back and enjoy, baby.” I whispered into his ear. Now that he was unable to touch, I was ready to dance. I shimmed against his crotch for a minute before getting off his lap.
I pressed my palms against his knees, whipped my hair around my head and moved my mouth closer to his throbbing cock. I tuned out the hoots from the men behind me and did what I do best—dance. My nails scraped down the front of his shirt, my eyes locked onto his. Twirling around to put my back to Kayne I backed my ass up into his pants and grinded my hips. Rocking back and forth, up and down. Dropping to the floor, moving backwards up the front of his body. I let my back rest against his fervently beating chest as my hips circled round and round.
Pressing my hands against his thighs I lifted my legs from the ground, letting them fall across his. I placed my hands back against his knees as I swirled my bitty G-string against his hips. Kayne’s erratic breathing grew as I moved my ass into his face. I hooked my heels onto the back of the chair and rolled my ass in his face. I twisted my body closer and closer to his face. His heated breath brushed against the crotch of my panties but it did nothing to turn me on. These dances never made me wet or hot. I loved the power. I loved the control. But that was as far as these dances got me.
Suddenly, I was pulled from my zone as I smelt the undeniable smell of a cigarette lighting up. I could practically hear the slow burning paper over the cheering men, and pounding club music. My eyes instantly sought out where the delicious smell was from. That was when I noticed in the corner of Kayne’s booth was a man that was far different from the rest of what was undoubtedly Kayne’s old frat buddies. Dark hair fell to his shoulders, working as curtains around his face. Between the dim club lighting and way he held himself, I couldn’t make out many details of his features. That is, until the cherry of his cigarette illuminated the dark piercing eyes that watched me. There was something about this dark, mysterious man that made it impossible to look away.
His full lips pulled the butt of the cigarette into his mouth letting me make out a mustache, goatee and soul patch. There was something that passed between us. Our eye contact was more erotic than anything I was doing to Kayne. And for the first time since I started working here I felt my panties grow wet. His long fingers ashed the cigarette into the ash tray. When he brought it back to his lips, I could swear the ends of his fingers curled at me in a ‘come hither’ manner. So I did something I never did—I left the body I was dancing on.
Crawling across the top of the table like a cheetah after its prey, I approached him. Everything faded from sight but the enigma of a man seated in front of me. He didn’t blink as I stopped in front of him, pulling a deep drag into his mouth. Moving the burning cigarette from his lips he held the smoke in his mouth
, suspecting what it was I was after.
I pressed my hand to the back of his head and closed my lips to his. As I inhaled, he exhaled into my mouth. The taste of nicotine and whiskey swirled deliciously. My eyes rolled back into my head for just a moment before I focused back on him. He exhaled the remainder of smoke from his mouth. I did the same, creating a misty nicotine haze around us. Licking my lips I could still savor his spellbindingly addictive taste on me.
He raised a single finger, traced it down my rapidly beating chest. Down my cleavage to the loosely tied bow between my breasts. His eyes never left mine, and I didn’t shy away from his touch the way I did everyone else. With a single tug he pulled the bow free, letting the fabric slip over my nipples, off the curves of my chest. My breath hitched as my hypersensitive body imagined his tantalizing lips taking my nipple between his teeth.
Closing the space between us he smirked and whispered inches away from my face. “Finish him.”
The deep velvety sound of his noticeable British accent shot down my body making my clit pulse with a need I couldn’t explain. I was losing control of the situation, and of myself—this never happened. I needed to get space from this erotically intimate moment and this mysterious man that I wanted to touch me again.
I just about shot myself off the table, back onto Kayne’s lap. Pressing his face against my breasts I rubbed my clit hard and fast against the growing erection in his jeans. My nails dug into Kayne’s shoulders as I felt myself on the edge of climax. My hips ground faster and I heard the moan of unmistakable release from Kayne just as I found my own. I threw my head back, riding out the insanely unexpected pleasure that rippled through my body. My breathing slowed and what I had allowed to happen came back to me.
I never got off on this and right now my body was craving more, but not from Kayne. I was ashamed, embarrassed and desperate for a fucking cigarette. I undid his handcuffs, and pressed a kiss to his earlobe.