I Want You

KAYSEN*

I wanted this man with every fiber of my being. What the heck was going on with me?

As I danced and stripped before these countless men, my gaze never left his. He became the only man in the room as everyone else had evaporated into thin air.

As I stripped, I imagined him tearing the clothes from my body and throwing me on his bed, and ravaging me. I did the most erotic pole dance I had ever done in the whole six months I had been stripping. I left nothing to the imagination.

As I lay on the floor and ran my hands down my body, I imagined that my hands were his hands massaging my breasts. My pole dance was nothing short of remarkable. I knew that my tips would be good tonight.

Everyone in this bar knew that I stayed as to waitress every night after I danced; unlike the other girls, men always left their money in tips for me. Instead of putting them in my thong like they would the other girls. Men knew by now; that I didn't particularly appreciate being touched.