Pole Dancer
"And now, the moment you have all been waiting for. Please, give a big hand for the main event of the evening, the dazzling blonde queen of the pole, the sexy firecracker that gets your motor running, the girl in the skirt, Miss Cherry,"
Every time I hear Marcus's voice echo through the speakers as he introduces me to the crowd, I'm filled with so much vigour and excitement. Being born beautiful is a gift that many women receive but aren't smart enough to utilize to their benefit. As for me, I knew what I had and I wasn't afraid to shake it in front of the world.
I walked out on the stage, wearing an armless white bra and the shortest schoolgirl skirt you'll ever see; it was more of a headband really. My heels were high and pointy and my hair was done old-school-like, giving Marilyn Monroe vibes because she was my idol but, I considered myself more of a sexual icon than she ever was. Sorry, Marilyn! You had your time in the spotlight and now, it's my time to shine, girl.
As soon as the spotlight hit my face, the packed house went nuts for me and the bills began to fly before I even began my dance. I blew my admirers a kiss and grabbed what was to me as important a tool as Picasso's brush was to him; my pole. The DJ began to play one of the songs that I wrote and recorded myself. Yeah, I sing and I only ever dance to my own music. It's another one of my many talents but nothing beats what I do on the strip pole.
My routine tonight was an overlay of multiple tricks and moves that required years of knowledge and mastery. I've been stripping since I was eighteen so I was kind of a master of the pole. I grabbed that pole and I let my music transport me to another realm where the most important things that existed were the sexual parts of a woman. It always amazed me how easily I could drive men nuts with what I do and today was not any different. They were practically drooling all over my stage and at that point in their lives, only I mattered to them and I loved having that power.
Every single man at the show let the bills rain all over me that night. Even the richest of my clients got to their feet to strap their offerings to my panties and they all wanted me to never get off the pole. They all worshipped me. All but one particular man. A black man that was seated up front. He wasn't applauding and neither was he spraying his money on me. He wasn't going crazy like the others but he was certainly watching.
I've had men gawk at me with hunger and lust many times before and I knew how to deal with it but, there was something different about the way this man was staring at me, something predatory and intimidating and for the first time in a long time, I felt a little uncomfortable by a man's eyes. He never once blinked and I started to become hypnotized by him which wasn't normal because I usually did the hypnotizing whenever I was on that stage. It was almost a relief to hear my song come to an end because I just couldn't stand his eyes on me any longer.
"Give it up for Miss Cherry!"
Marcus announced me off the stage and I blew a kiss to my admirers and walked out through the back and as I walked away, I could still feel his eyes brandishing my backside with its piercing gaze. I turned around as I walked and truly, he was still watching me go. I made it backstage to where the other girls were and I was finally able to catch my breath. I don't know why that man made me so…tense and hot but he did. That much was for certain. I could feel my skin burning up and my nipples were harder than they'd ever been. It took me a while to get a hold of myself.
"Nice work, Cherry! Flawless performance as usual but I kinda noticed that you were a little off in the end there," Cookie said to me.
I hadn't even heard her walk up to me. That was how shook up I was.
"Was I? I didn't realize," I lied.
"Well, it's a good thing your fans are a bunch of horny men who didn't notice. Whatever got you spook, take care of it before your next show, okay?" Cookie asked.
"Sure thing, Cook," I said and walked away from her.