Chapter 7: My Saving Knight

Taleela's POV:

I feel accomplished. Seeing him looking helplessly dazed gives me a satisfaction I can not explain. I revel in the way he watches me move my body.

Have you ever overdone things just because someone who catches your fancy is around and watching?

Yes, that's how I am acting right now.

I wouldn't strip this way for a regular.

Note that he doesn't catch my fancy. He's attractive, I must admit, but he's not my type.

And he's a regular, too.

I just enjoy tormenting him.

The music gets to the interlude, and immediately, I drop to the floor, stretching out like a python. I am straight, as straight as the pole I dance on, and slowly, I begin to lift my head, starting from my hair. Both of my hands travel up the bare skin of my midriff till I can not feel my back against the cold floor again.

I sit on my behind and split expertly, aware that he is drawing in deep breaths and wondering where he met me from. When I stand to my feet, I shimmy towards wher