We are in a semi-crowded club and I have the opportunity to put on a show just for you. My hair is laying softly down my back as you like it, my skin is nicely sun-kissed, my thighs are strong, and my navel pin and property tag are clearly visible against my elongated midsection and trim abs. My sperm-filled pendant rests delicately at the base of my throat, seeming like a natural set with my property tag. My nipples are hard, the color of caramel, drawing attention progressively down my body. My lips are wet with deep red lipstick. I'm wearing 5" black satin strappy heels with a hint of silver and sparkle, outdone only by the glitter highlighting my eyes and the natural gleam in my eyes from being able to please my man. I have nothing else on.
The pole off to the side of the room isn't generally intended for dancing, but that's its only purpose tonight. My thighs are wrapped around it, crossed at the ankle, right leg higher than the left. As the music begins slowly, patiently, with a hint of the energy to come, my shoulders come alive. I sway up to the pole, then dip away, caressing the pole with my hand as if it were your gorgeous dick. My eyes are closed, my tongue wets my lips, and the vibe of the music is accented by the rise and fall of my breasts, my shoulders, my hips and my abs as they tease the pole and dip away.
The music picks up, my right leg is on the floor, and my left remains wrapped on the pole. I bend backwards and my left knee rises on the pole, showing you your wet pussy. I return to standing, the music is up, and the dancing begins. Both legs on the floor, spread wide, I bend at the hips, ass against the pole and my flat back begging you to drink to rest on her. I rise again, turn into the pole, wrapped like a snake from ankles to shoulders. I wet my lips with my tongue, touch a finger to your wet pussy, and use my deep red lips to clean every drop of wet. Your pussy is dripping down the pole, clearly marking where she's been and how wet you make her, marking for all to see. My ass pops from side to side, showing the shape and curves you so enjoy. She shimmies for you and for anyone else who dares to watch. The music overcomes me, and I grab the pole with both hands, swinging around it twice and coming to a restful pause with both ankles locked around it, bracing my body as it gently sways to the pole and dips away, my back bent over, arms outstretched over my head to the ground. I pull my body back up, remaining connected to the pole.