Music, it always began with the music. Beating through my very bones. A pulse starting in my chest and rolling down the curves of my pale white skin. I held the cold metal of the pole behind me as my hips swayed to the slow seductive rock beat. Ignore them my heart cried. The cheer of the club's patrons was a dull roar to me.
It took only seconds for the music to drown them out leaving only me there. Hips sliding right and left. My hands caressed my breasts, pulling at a nipple, and licking my blood red lips. The smile that took the corner of my mouth would allow a peek at the deadly fangs.
The dance was a seduction without end. I am the true tease to look, and never to touch. The patrons were putty in my hands moving up and down the pole, twirling, and spinning in positions their wives could never replicate. I was their dream, their nightmare, and the one they couldn't have but always wanted. That was the job.
The song came to a slow end. I was crouched legs spread to allow the perfect ending view of my wet swollen sex that cried for attention after my dance. My arms were lifted above my head allowing the greatest view of my rounded breasts. The hard little nubs were calling for lips to suck and lick them. It rained green, and I walked away, let the other girls gather it for me.
There he was, blue eyes staring razors through me. He was there every night, his blonde hair a mess atop his head. The only patron that could draw my eye, the only I one I dreamed of at night. And the only one I could never have. I hurried past him hugging my tiny outfit tight to my chest.
