THE POLE DANCER

~Lilian~

"You're lucky, girl!" a tall girl with glitters on her cheeks and neck grabbed my shoulder as I sat on one of the high stools of the bar.

She had this heavy strawberry scent that made my stomach turn clung to her.

I slipped out of her grab, and she smirked dangerously in my face before walking away.

Sonia was taking too long in the restroom, and I was taking too long to make a decision concerning the invitation.

"How about you ask him for a threesome or four, we'll pay you well," someone whispered into my ear, their breath harsh against my skin, the strong smell of alcohol saturating the air around.

I pulled away, leaning an arm against the counter. 

They were four girls, and they looked wasted. I didn't want to get in trouble with them. So, I stood up and started walking away.

"Get back here, thieving bi*ch. How dare you want to f**k the pole man before us!"

Their voices disappeared with the loud music behind me.

Walking briskly between the crowd, I decided to head outside to calm my head.

Outside was lonely, and dark.

I pulled out my phone from my bag which had been clutched over my shoulders this whole time.

11:17PM

I sighed, kicking the air in front of me.

So much for the drama.

"Who dramatically pulls out a person from the crowd, and then disappears on them?"

I chattered away, strolling around the house for no particular reason.

"You're new here, I guess," a deep voice boomed from somewhere in front of me.

I froze immediately, my fingers recoiling in shock.

The voice didn't sound dangerous, it sounded like it wanted a conversation.

So, tiptoeing, I dared to move closer.

It was dark out here, and even when the person I guessed had spoken came into view, it was just a shadow.

"I knew it. And that was why I chose you," I heard his breath drag slowly from his throat before letting loose against the words he had spoken.

He was the famous pole dancer.

At that moment, I made a decision. I was going to go with his offer.

"I love pole dancing. I adore the crowd here, but I started on a very high note with them, and now I can't keep up."

I listened to him attentively, my brain working faster to figure out what he was trying to say.

"I figured you weren't that type of girl that would want to get drunk just to get good s*x after. So..."

"Teach me then," I heard my voice push through the air between us.

"What!"

"Teach me. He thinks I'm not good enough," I finished, my hands trembling beside me

"Oh! So you're asking for an experience?" I noticed an air of mockery in his voice, but I could have been mistaken because he turned his body to face mine as he spoke.

I watched him adjust in the seat.

"Great! I've never really thought about it." 

I could tell he was excited.

"This should be fun," I heard him say almost immediately, stretching out his hand in front of me for a handshake. 

I took it.

It was huge. Firm.

As opposed to having rough palms, his was soft, gentle, and knowing.

It was an unreasonable request to have made to a stranger.

He sounded confident though.

"Get on the bed," he commanded, his voice stern, like I had only one option - to obey.

I thought I knew what I wanted minutes ago. Now that we were here, I was fidgeting down to the sole of my feet.

He was wearing the same thing he wore during the pole dance - a fitted pair of small shorts, except that he now has a pair of white sneakers.

He was not sweaty, and his curls were gelled well to the back, giving his face a seamless frame that was difficult to resist.

"Get on the bed," he repeated, his voice slightly higher than the first time.

I scurried up the huge king sized bed that occupied a better part of the entire room.

Balancing my back against the headrest, my legs outstretched in front, I waited for the next instruction.

"Put of your clothes," he said, the words easily rolling off his tongue.

I hesitated for few seconds before proceeding to peel my clothes off my skin, one by one.

"Turn around," he commanded.

I obeyed.

"Now, play for me with your hole."

I raised an eyebrow to his request.

"Yes, come on! Show me what you can do. Show me how well you are able to make yourself come."

I looked at him, leaned against the wall in front of me, hands folded across his chest, eyes focused on the show I was giving him, and my breathing caught.

Slowly, I pushed my legs apart from each other, exposing my p***y to his stare.

"That's right!" His voice was calm.

I swallowed.

I was going to do everything if it meant having hot daddy plead on his knees before me with his c***k hard, and needy.

I shut my eyes, remembering the incident from last night.

That instant, I went down on myself.

Grabbing my thigh with one hand, I stroked myself upon the request of this stranger, sensation shooting right up my head.

"Let go of your leg!" he yelled, causing me to almost jump out of my skin.

"Grab your be***ts instead. Fumble them to your satisfaction. Yes, you can."

His voice filled my head, and my hands moved like they were waiting for his command all along.

I moaned lightly to my fingers going in and out of me as my hand slithered across my body, up and finally resting on a swell of my br***ts.

"Go on!" he urged, his voice came again, each tone hitting the depth of my reasoning.

I squeezed my skin together, and...my body jiggled uncontrollably to the wild dopamine rush that shot through my veins.

"Good!" he snapped.

"You have to be able to make yourself feel extremely good to be able to convince another person."

I shut my eyes tight, the sheets scratching the skin of my back, my fingers going in and out of me sleekly, my hand grinding against my br**t, my ni***es hard and painful.

My eyes began to water, but I did not stop.

"How about you imagine that standing before you was no other person but the man of your desire."

I gagged, a deep moan escaping my throat right after.

I felt it, like a sudden rush of heat waves, my insides were full, and then... release.