The club is dimly lit with a warm glow from the lamps scattered around the room giving it an almost romantic feel, even now two months after first stepping inside Cally is still impressed and can't help but smile to herself as she enters the main bar. As she makes her way to the small main stage she gives a wave to Seb and Louis, who are huddled over the bar deep in conversation.
"Hey Cally," calls Louis with a big a big grin, while Seb just politely nods.
She doesn't look back but she knows both of them are watching her, she has noticed the way they look at her, that lustful, wishful look in their eyes.
Cally isn't big headed nor vain, but she is different to others that work in the club, they know it and so does she. If it wasn't for the fact they all knew how privileged they are to work for Ms. Wittmore and she in turn wasn't as fair to her girls as she was, Cally was sure the other girls would be jealous of her. She was still the newest girl there and yet had risen fast and everyone thought they knew why.
Ms. Wittmore was stood to the side watching and directing two dancers that were in mid practice on two poles that had been erected on the main stage. She was trying hard not to become annoyed when they seemed not to get what she wanted at the first attempt and at the mention of Cally's name she turned and smiled broadly as the girl approached.
"Sweet Cally!" She calls, gesturing for Cally to approach. "Come show these girls the true art of the pole," she continued.
"True art Ms. Wittmore?" Giggles Cally "is there such a thing?"
"Oh we both know there is young lady," Ms. Wittmore replies slapping Cally's ass as she steps onto the stage.
Ms. Wittmore is always careful how she acts public around Cally, she knows the others have gossiped that Cally is more than just another of the dancers and although no one really has an idea what Cally truly is to Ms. Wittmore she is aware and careful. As tempting as it is she knows she has to keep a professional distance, but watching her step up on the stage and take hold the pole she can't help but smile as she remembers the number of private dances Cally has given her over the last couple of months. Their private arrangement was working out very satisfactory and professionally this tantalizing young lady was becoming extremely popular with many of the clubs clientele.
Cally takes hold of the dance pole in front of her and swings around, wrapping her legs around the it before lifting her whole body off the ground and twisting herself using the strength in her arms, so she is upside down. Then she wraps her toned legs around the pole and releases her hands, arching her back, before slipping one arm around the bottom of the pole and allows her body to slowly slide down until her hands touch the ground. She then moves into a perfect hand stand, turning around on her hands to face the pole, then wrapping her legs back around the pole she swings her torso upwards and grips the pole as high up as she can, twisting her body around again . This time she grabs the pole with one hand and spins herself around the pole slowly moving down, releasing one leg, which she points forwards before lowering herself on the ground into the splits. Her movements are soft and elegant, the other girls just stand and watch in awe at how easy Cally makes everything look.
"That, girls is how I wish to see you pole dance, I wish to see the pole as an extension of your bodies!" Ms. Wittmore declares.
"I suggest you continue to practice and perfect a routine ready for this evening as requested, tonight we have some special guests and I want all my girls to make a good impression," she continued looking sternly at the two girls that were now back on the poles attempting to re-enact Cally's movements.
"Cally join me in my office please," she says as she turns and heads towards the back of the room where the discrete door to her office is situated.
Both girls give Cally a knowing look and smile, in return Cally winks and as she heads after Ms. Wittmore calls back in direction of the girls, "Let me know if I can help in anyway."
"Cal, I think you have going to have your hands full for a while, we will be fine," giggles Maggie the younger of the two girls, as they watch Cally disappear through the door, being sure to close it tight behind her.
There are days when she still can't believe how different her life is, she had heard the rumours about Ms. Wittmore and her clubs, just as everyone else in the city had. Back when she worked at Gus' Bar there was often talk between the girls, but mostly it wasn't believed and put down to the jealously of some girl that had tried to get a job with her and failed. However now that she was part of it all she was amazed how often she was still surprised by what really went on here. The perfect facade that Ms. Wittmore and her skilled team of managers managed to precent to the general public was impressive to say the least. If nothing Ms. Wittmore was a smart business woman, careful never to blur the lines. On the outside she ran classy exclusive members only clubs for the rich and influential, behind the scenes there was very difference kind of business, that catered for every whim and taste, as long as you had the money to pay for it and were discreet.
Cally walks the short length of the corridor, to the left is Ms. Wittmore's private sitting room, where she entertains her own VIP clients and straight ahead is her office. The office door is left a jar so Cally lightly taps on it and waits for Ms. Wittmore to invite her in.
"Come!" Ms. Wittmore calls from behind her desk.
As she approaches Ms. Wittmore looks up and smiles, Cally in turn walks to stand in front of the desk, placing her hands behind her back, with her legs slightly apart. She looks dead ahead and straight into Ms. Wittmore's eyes, as she tucks her ass in and arches her back, pushing her breasts outwards. Ms. Wittmore's smile broadens as she stands and moves around the desk, walking behind Cally, letting her finger tips graze over and up her arm.
"It never ceases to make me wonder just how perfect you are my sweet," she says as she steps behind her and presses her own body against Cally's, wrapping her arms around her waist, before sliding them up to her breasts.
Taking both in her hands, Ms. Wittmore lifts and pushes them together, moving her index fingers and thumbs to pinch Cally's fast hardening nipples through the thin material of her top.
"Feels good I bet," teases Ms. Wittmore. "That sweet burn from the pinch, I am sure my girl is getting wet between her legs already," she continues as she pinches harder and twists both nipples the same time.
Cally in return is using all her will power to blank out the tingling and shooting shots of pleasure that are now travelling down her body to her pussy. She knows its Ms. Wittmore's idea of fun to tease her to breaking point, the aim of the game for Cally is to hold out for as long as possible. Over the last few weeks she has found herself able to last longer before the need and desire became too much and she would beg Ms. Wittmore to touch her needy pussy.
Ms. Wittmore for her part found the way Cally would fight until right up until the last moment most enduring, at breaking point Cally would look so fallen at herself for her failure. But so quickly that was replaced by the pure lust and needs that were deep rooted in the girl. She was perfect for this life, this business, whereas some girls crumbled, Cally soared and the truth was, she was the perfect slut in every way and Ms. Wittmore did enjoy a good slut.
"Did you do as I asked?" Ms. Wittmore asked pushing Cally forwards releasing her breasts and pushing her down, bending her onto the top of her desk.
"Yes Ms. Wittmore."
"Show me!"
Cally parts her legs and reaches back, tugging her short skirt up, spreading her ass cheeks for Ms. Wittmore to see the glistening diamond that is set into the base of the large butt plug inserted in Cally's tight asshole.
