เข้าสู่ระบบWe move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face.
"You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."
We both giggle and walk towards him, all nerves leaving my body as it prepares itself for what it's meant to do. I push down any lingering fear and morph my face into the bad ass bitch I know I am.
"You ready babe?" Izzy asks as she slaps my ass, then grabs a handful. "Jesus, it's better than I remember. I can't wait to shove my face in all that ass tonight."
"Promises, promises love. Now, let's go show these girls how it's done."
When we walk out onto the stage, the one right in the middle of the club, my favorite stage. Everything falls into the back of my head as we take our places in the dark, the lights won't be on for the first part. We both climb the pole and straddle it, our legs intertwining to hold us in place. My mouth lays little kisses around her neck, trailing down before the music kicks in and dim lights come on. The outside noise from the customers die down as they realize this is something new. She throws her head back, giving me better access as we both slide down the pole slowly. She pulls her legs free and falls into the splits, her whip coming up to slap my ass allowing me to move on the pole. I bend backwards, my lips meeting hers as the hand with the flogger comes down to tickle the crack of her ass. She slowly peels her lips from mine as we make eye contact and she leans backwards to spread her legs. I stick my tongue out and lick her clit slowly, savoring the sweet taste of her I've missed for far too long. I hear groans and people moving in the crowd, but that only excites me more. I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking loudly before she squeals and I pull away. She slaps my ass with her whip again, and I pull myself upright, slowly pulling myself up the pole, away from her. She slaps my ass again with her whip and rips my legs from the pole, spreading me wide.
I try to hold in the moan when her tongue hits my pussy, but I'm so pent up I might explode from need. My head falls back and the moan leaves my lips as she teases me with light kisses and slowly sticking her tongue in and out of me. My arms start to shake and she can tell I'm close so she pulls back and smacks me with the whip again. I wrap my legs around the pole to give my arms a break, and let my palms hit the stage floor. My body is stretched out with the pole, on full display as she loosens the strings to my top and my breasts fall out. Low whistles break out in the crowd, as she trails the whip down my body, making shivers course through me. The little leather strands hit my throbbing clit and it does nothing to stop to growing ache.
She slaps my ass again, but this time I twerk the pole between my asscheeks and slowly bend backwards removing myself from it. Izzy slaps my ass with her whip and I turn to her, grabbing her by her throat and pushing her into the pole. It settles between her ass as I pull on the string of her corset, needing her nipples in my mouth. It's one of my favorite things about Izzy. She has the most perfect pink nipples. It pools at her feet as I tease her nipple with my tongue. My hand releases her and moves to the pole as I grip above her head to pull myself over her. Once my pussy is right in her face, she dives in, no longer holding back. I whimper and start to let go before I realize it and tighten my grip. I didn't cum yet, but I'm close enough that I need to move. My pussy is soaked and I use that to my advantage as I dip my fingers from my free hand into my pussy and pull them out, shoving them into Izzy's mouth.
Her eyes open wide, this wasn't exactly part of our routine, but I needed that to stop myself from cumming. She seems to sense that tho and moves from my clit to my ass, burying her face in between my cheeks like she promised. Her whip meets my ass again and she moves to the bottom of the pole, wrapping her legs around it and slowly twirling as I do the same from my spot above her. I slowly slip down the pole until our bodies meet and we're borderline scissoring on the pole.
"Fuck." I hear her hiss before she slows her pace on twirling and starts to move herself from the pole. I reach out and grab onto her, pulling her by her hips towards me. I stay suspended sideways on the pole while I grab a handful of her breasts and bring it to my mouth. I circle her perfect little nipple with my tongue and her eyes roll back in her head, as I bring my other hand down to play with her clit. She widens her stance, letting me in as I lightly stroke her pussy, fingers drenched with her juices. She slaps my ass with her whip and I slide down the pole, dropping into the splits as I pull her close and drop down between her legs, mine wide open for all to see my dripping wet pussy as I devour hers. She cums before I can stop her, her wetness dripping down my face. I turn to face towards the crowd, letting them see her cum drip from my face. I slowly pull myself up using the pole, until my legs meet together around her and I can pull her into a kiss. She slaps my ass with her whip before we get to heavy into kissing and I climb back onto the pole, ready to finish the show.
The drive to Izzy's house is short, only two blocks from the club. When she found this little ranch on a dead end street she was so excited. Said it was exactly what she needed and she didn't have any nosey neighbors poking around so that was a plus. We don't talk, but it isn't an awkward silence, just two people thinking over their day. When we pull into her garage we keep the silence between us as we grab our bags and go inside. The mudroom is one of her favorite rooms in the house; one of the only ones she's finished since she bought the place. The walls are a pale silver, which I never knew even existed. The floor took her days to do, a dark night sky done in epoxy. It's beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Just like Izzy. Our bags hit the floor and shoes come off before I head to the living room and she heads to the kitchen. Hopefully to grab some snacks. I plop down in her oversized recliner and curl myself into a ball while I wait for her to come in here. The living roo
The last part of the show is when Izzy lays on the floor, the pole between her legs. I slowly slide up and down, twirling and playing with my own nipples. She sits there, unable to reach me with her whip, but still trying. I slide down and move back up before she reach me everytime. I throw one leg out, letting the other one stay wrapped around the pole as I spin around sliding down until I land on top of Izzy. I pin her hands over her head and trail kisses down her stomach until the lights dim, telling us our time is over. We walk off the stage, well more like stumble, behind the bar so Thomas can let us back in the room. The crowd erupts with claps, and whistles, making it sound a lot busier than it was when we got here. I don't dwell on that though. I just make my way through the room and wait to hear the door click shut behind up before I pull Izzy to me and our lips clash in a desparate, needy way.We finally realize, too late, the other girls that are in the room. We hear a few
We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."We both giggle and walk towards him, all nerves leaving my body as it prepares itself for what it's meant to do. I push down any lingering fear and morph my face into the bad ass bitch I know I am. "You ready babe?" Izzy asks as she slaps my ass, then grabs a handful. "Jesus, it's better than I remember. I can't wait to shove my face in all that ass tonight." "Promises, promises love. Now, let's go show these girls how it's done."When we walk out onto the stage, the one right in the middle of the club, my favorite stage. Everything falls into the back of my he
"That girl on the stage in front of us, what's her name?" I ask, desparate to talk about something other than sex for once. "Stage name or real one?" She asks, as she slides my scotch closer to me and takes a sip of hers. "Either one. I just don't want to talk about her without knowing her name." Izzy laughs as I hit the last of the blunt before sitting it down in the ashtray. Old habits die hard. "Stage name is Starlight." I raise my eyebrows, not sure I want to speak on the similarity."Yea, I know love. Dangerously close to yours. Skyline still has a better ring to it though." Izzy says as he runs her hands up my thighs. "She's sloppy. She has decent form, but shitty transition." "You should show her how to do it then." Izzy says with a smirk and I just stare at her. It's been almost four years since I was on a stage. It's like riding a bike though, something you never forget how to do. It's in my bones. My years in ballet helped me develop a love for dancing that borders obse
Izzy lets me slide into the booth first, then holds up a finger before she walks away. She's back in seconds with a bottle of my favorite scotch and two glasses. A blunt rests between her lips and I sigh in relief. That's exactly what I need. I realized years ago that me and pills don't mix. Pain pills make me itch and get me way to drowsy and antidepressants make me so depressed I can't get out of bed. The only thing that's helped me in life is weed and liquor in moderation, of course. She fills both glasses and slides mine to me before lighting the blunt and hitting it a few times before passing that over too. I take a drink and let it linger on my tongue, missing the taste that fills my mouth. Jack doesn't like me drinking liquor, says it isn't what refined women do. I doubt refined women bounce on dicks in offices too, but I stop myself from going too far down that road. "What happened babe?" Izzy asks as I close my eyes and lean my head against her shoulder. I take another hit
I suck in air and try to steel my spine to go inside when the door opens and someone steps out. Not someone, Izzy. She stands in front of the door, head swiveling to all sides as she looks around. I open the car door and step out, one heel after another. My door slams shut and I stand there in my halter dress and heels, arms folded around me. I feel the minute her eyes register me. It's like being under a hot lamp, on display for everyone to see. "Sky is that you?" She asks, curiosity heavy in her voice. I nod but realize she probably can't see me. "Yea Iz, it's me. You got a second?" I ask."For you, anytime babe. Let me just go tell Thomas. Unless you want to come in with, for old time's sake?" I nod and follow after her, unsure if I should be going back through these doors. It took a lot of me to walk away from this life that I loved. I thought I was walking into something I loved more, my husband. I take Izzy's hand as we walk through the door and something deep in my bones set







