Page 24 of My Never
“I took a pole class about five years ago. It was pretty fun! We should all sign up for one soon.”
“No shit? I never pegged you as the type.” I shut my mouth as quickly as I opened it when they turn their heads toward me, giving me the sassiest looks I’ve seen yet tonight.
“Yes, I learned quite a lot. The classes took place here, in fact. I was doing it as a surprise that I never got to surprise with because I was such a boring prude. Little did he know.”
“He was a dumbass,” I declare, watching as the fire she reserves only for me simmers behind her eyes.
“I won’t argue with you there.”
“You’re beautiful when you’re pissed,” I murmur, not even thinking before just letting it fly past my lips.
“How much have you been drinking?” she asks, quirking her brow with a snicker. Sydney’s mirroring her, looking quite amused by the whole conversation.
“Less than you.”
That shuts her up and earns me a few curious glances.
One of the waitresses comes up and hugs Ava. They whisper back and forth in each other’s ears before the waitress shakes her head excitedly and runs off to the back. I wonder what the hell that was about.
“Sydney, it’s your lucky night,” Ava exclaims as the waitress comes back with a pair of little black booty shorts and a dazzling bustier. My mouth goes dry.
“Sam said you can go on in ten. The girls left you a place to get ready in the back.”
Sydney’s eyes bug out of her head.
“Ava, what are you doing?” she asks with shocked surprise.
“Oh, just celebrating two of my besties.” Ava grins, the wild look stretching her pink lips so tight, I bet her cheeks hurt.
Holly and Jane whistle and clap as Ava stands up and tosses me her purse.
“And…showing the world what a badass I am.”
I catch her purse and perhaps her meaning. She wants to show me what a badass she is. What the fuck is this little firecracker up to? She goes on in ten. Wait a damn minute! As in… up there? In front of all these people? Wearing that little sparkly thing in her hands?
“Are you out of your mind?” I growl, catching everyone in the immediate area’s attention.Crap, didn’t mean for that.It just spilled from me.
“Nope, just going to blow all of your minds with my sweet pole skills.”
“Fuck…” I mutter under my breath as she smirks and walks off to the back.
Holly spins around, eyes full of questions and mischief.
“Did any of you know she could do this?”
“I had an idea but didn’t know if she took it all that seriously. I forgot about the pole she had installed in her room after she kicked Eric’s ass out.” Jane states nonchalantly.
I don’t think my eyes could bug out of my head any further, but naturally, I’m proven wrong. She has a pole? In her room?
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a special treat for you all tonight!” The DJ comes over the speaker and everyone listens. “In honor of Colin and Sydney’s upcoming nuptials, one of our former pole students is going to put on a little show. She took this routine to our annual Northeastern exhibit and placed second. We had to change up the music, but it’ll fit perfectly for the routine, she assures me. Let’s give it up for this stunning little number, Ava.”
Everyone in our group whoops and hollers as the lights dim even more and Ava enters onto the main stage. I am suddenly sweating bullets. The beginning beat of Ex Habit’sWho Do You Wantmelts and spreads seductively throughout the room, and the lights flicker over her body like quick little blips of a peep show, and I hold my breath, sitting up and leaning against the arm of my leather chair.
Each pulse of the lighting times perfectly with the opening lyrics, and I have to bite my knuckles as I wait for the lighting to stay true on her. When the spotlight splashes over her body and her jeweled tits glitter, I might have accidentally groaned out loud, loud enough to grab Colin and Trystan’s attention. Trystan starts laughing like he can’t wait to see how bothered I get over this, and I give him a go-fuck-yourself look that shuts him up right quick.
I put my eyes back on the beauty on stage and take in how she’s already lured the crowd, myself included, into her clutches. There I sit, tracing my bottom lip, captivated as she undulates her body to the rhythm, tossing saucy looks our way which send the ladies into squeals each time. When she locks eyes with me before mounting the pole and sliding down gracefully with her legs splayed, I almost blow right there in my pants. My cock has never been this hard in my life, and I will not be able to stand for at least the next thirty minutes. Nobody better ask me to do shit.Just fuck! Fucking fuck!
After almost two and a half minutes of torture, the song finally ends, and our section, along with a ton of the other patrons, roars in approval of her performance. Trystan whistles and smacks me in the chest like, “Can you believe this shit?!”. It was a solid act. It was a fricking twenty on a scale of ten.
