Diane Marie wrote a story titled
Peaches
and while I found it very interesting, some of the ideas just did not mesh; more to the point I thought it was a bit too top heavy on the feminine perspective. However it had a very open ending. Here is my take on what happened after she met David's eyes. (To get the whole story, read Peaches by Diane Marie)
As she slowly moved back up the pole, it was Peaches, not Laura that was in control. In that moment of passion and lust she had lost her ability to be, and instead acted on the feelings that coursed through her body as she blew a kiss to her sexual ideal, the hunk named Jeff.
David meanwhile had never felt such a rush of emotion in his life. Originally his lust had controlled him; having to share the person he loved for a sexual high was just looked at as an incidental expense for a supreme pleasure. The pain and jealousy that always accompanied the idea of someone else having what was his alone was just something that he had to and could control; he would be able to stop it whenever he saw it was getting out of hand.
That was not the case. David saw the shivering; the change in her eyes, and the only thing he could feel as he gulped his drink was a dread at what taking place which was almost instantly replaced by a feeling of loss as the door opened to his true feelings for Laura. What followed next was a sense of numbness, his emotions had been taken from one extreme to another and the only sensation he could feel was of a gaping hole being ripped in his psyche as he wondered what had become of his wife and their relationship.
As David watched Peaches move toward the other end of the room and work the tables for tips he felt that he was in a grotesque dream. How could this be?! She flaunted her body as she moved from table to table shaking her small but perfect breasts, drawing roars from the club's patrons. In David's eyes she was losing her humanity, for she was no longer a beautiful woman but a plastic doll, her movements taking on a stilted unnatural appearance as invisible hands moved her.
That doll had worked most of the room and by the time she reached the area where David and the hunk were sitting; the club was alive with whistles, catcalls, and shouts. Men in the club seemed to really appreciate her and were waving bills of every denomination for her to come back to their table. When she got to David's table he still had the same expression of shock, disbelief, and horror as when she first looked at him and as she turned on him with eyes that seemed greener that he ever could imagine.
From the moment David had looked in her eyes the first time until the she turned on him again, David facial expression had not changed. However his mind had been moving faster than ever before. Desperation had set in and he knew that the relationship was in jeopardy. Although his love for her had changed and even grown, he knew it was Laura he loved, not this "Peaches:" caricature. If this relationship was to last or even continue past tonight he had to find a way to reach Laura. He looked at her again and he knew that those eyes were not because of him. She danced, moving her body in a manner that indicated she wanted him to 'tip' her. David expression turned into one of indignation; all he saw was a pin up doll with dollar bills sticking out of her at odd angles, he was not aroused but angry. And Peaches eyes seemed to turn a deep blue.