K. Phoenixの小説

I grab her ankle as she slides up, making her look down on me. She smiles slowly, then surrenders and lets me pull her down the pole. When her feet hit the stage she grabs a handful of my hair and whips my head back. She tsks at me, shaking her head, before her tongue trails down my throat, stopping at my nipple. Her whip slides up my sides, and I take this chance to unsnap her thong, tossing it to the side. My hand grips her ass as her hold on my hair gets tighter. I push against her, making the pole slide between her ass cheeks as she backs into it. Her mouth leaves my nipple, the cold air hitting the wet skin making me shiver. She bends over, ass in the air, as she twerks on the pole. One hand wraps around the pole as I pull myself over her and slither my way to the top of the pole. I wrap my ankles around each other and let go, my face falling into Izzy's ass. Great place to be. She opens her legs and falls into the splits. Her ass smacks the stage as she grabs the pole and slide

Thomas walks in the door, the last two girls sulking in behind him. I didn't listen for the crowd this time, but from the looks on their faces it didn't go well. I grab Izzy's hand, leading her towards Thomas. "You two ready?" He asks, lighting the cigarette he had behind his ear."We're always ready. But I need to tell Starlight what her signal is." Thomas nods and he follows behing Izzy, making sure he knows what cue to give her. I take the time to stare in the mirror attached to the door. There's plenty of them in this room, but this is the only one that doesn't lie to me. The lights over head are bright and harsh, highlighting every flaw you have. I have to admit though, I look amazing. Breasts are high, spilling out of my corset, the dark leather biting into my skin. My hands go to the sides of my mask automatically, making sure they stay in place. The last thing I can have happen is for that to slip tonight. He cannot find out who I am. Well, who Skyline is anyways. He knows e

I let go of Starlight and stand back a bit to take her in completely. She is a gorgeous woman, built more like a dancer than I ever was. I've always been a bit too much, too much boob, too much ass, but she has perfect portions of everything. "You look stunning, Starlight. If anything I do makes you feel uncomfortable, tell me. But, I do need to know your boundaries. I plan on making you the main attraction after our show, so I need to know how far I can go." She lets out a nervous giggle and locks her hands together behind her back. That's when I realize what she's missing. Confidence. This beautiful creature has no confidence in herself and that just won't do. "I don't have any boundaries." She says softly, and I raise my eyebrows at her. "Well, as long as it isn't anything dangerous, or like super crazy." She says, her eyes shifting between me and the wall behind me. My hands land on her hips as I gently pull her towards me. "I need you to be more comfortable with me. We can't

My mind wanders while my eyes search for Starlight. I find her, slowly taking her hair pieces out and setting them in a small metal tin. Her bright blue eyes are dull, the happiness from earlier no longer showing through. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask even though I already know the answer. She answers with a heavy sigh, one that makes her shoulders slump on exhale. "I don't know. I guess I just thought I would do better than I did. We practiced that routine all day yesterday." She's holding back tears but I see the little traitors starting to break free. "Hey, it's ok. It isn't as easy as it looks. Besides, I'm sure you did better than some of these other girls. At least I heard a crowd when you two were out there." She smiles, but it's the kind of polite smile you give to make things less awkward. "Stop taking your hair stuff out. Wait, actually just sit here for a minute. I'll be right back." I find Izzy at her station bench, adding a light layer of shimmer to her chest."So, I hav

Thomas comes back to get the first set of girls to go on stage. They don't have much chemistry between the two of them, and even though I can't see what routine they are doing on the stage, I can hear the silence in the crowd. Not good. We only get three minutes, so it isn't long before they are walking back through the door, the blonde girl's cheeks are bright red and the short black pixie cut haired girl looks like she's gonna bust out into tears. "I told you we should have practiced more!" the blonde girl screeches at the other. "We didn't even find out about this until last night. How were we gonna practice more?" Their voices drift away as they walk deeper into the changing room. Hopefully to change out of those horrible outfits. They look like slutty nuns and this is not the crowd for that. Thomas comes in right behind the girls, getting the next two for their set. It's one of the snobby girls and her little sidekick. Their dressed like cowgirls, big ass hats bumping into eac

We decide on her wearing the wings and me wearing the corset this time. Last time I wore the wings, and since I have to move around a little more than she does, they got in the way. We both move to the side of the room with stations for us to plug in and get our faces and hair together. It seems like only minutes go by before the room starts to fill with other women. Most don't say much to each other, just move around each other quietly like everyone is walking on eggshells. It's nothing like the fun place it used to be when I was working here. The only thing that seems the same is the way the blunt goes around the room. It's the quiet that bothers me the most though. No girls are asking each other for help, no one is adjusting another girl's outfit. It's just depressing. Dancing is supposed to be fun.Starlight came in a little late, so she's damn near frantic as she tries to pull her new outfit from her duffel. She tries to make small chat with a few of the other girls. none of whi