Pole Dance (4 page)

I swallowed audibly as all my pink parts responded with a spasm to that brief, shared look. Still facing away, I again crossed my arms, cupping each breast in the opposite hand then slowly turned towards him, careful to keep my hips in motion to the beat of the song. I could feel how hard my nipples were against my palms through the sheer cups of my bra and steeled myself to show my girl parts to this awesome, handsome stranger.

I was loathe to remove my hands.

My mind was racing as fast as my heartbeat.

I knew I had to uncover myself but my hands didn't want to obey my mental command.

I clutched the cups of my bra to press the fabric even harder against my breasts and the straps, in response, fell from my shoulders. Jake's eyes followed the movement as one strap slowly slid off my shoulder and down my arm. While I didn't feel the strap, I did feel the intensity of his focused gaze. Focused as his eyes followed the descent of the strap then moved to visually caress my breasts that were now squished and mounded beneath my grasping hands.

Even my clothes seemed to have a mind of their own and were in on the plan to get me naked.

$300.00 per session, my heart whispered.

My hands were shaking as I forced my hands to release the fabric of my bra.

I closed my eyes and released my hands while I attempted to arch my back in what I hoped was a sexy move and reached behind me to unclasp the traitorous holster that was already half-way off. Keeping my eyes closed, I deliberately pulled the straps over and off my hands, allowing the bra to slide to the floor before raising my arms as gracefully as possible in a dancing motion.

Although in retrospect, I'm not sure I wasn't jerking around like a marionette stringed puppet.

I swayed forward and allowed my hair to fall over my shoulders to partly conceal both my blush and my uncovered breasts. I opened my eyes and snuck a glance at Jake through the strands of my hair but he was still in the same position, chin to knuckles. Only his glowing eyes seem to be raking over my bare flesh, caressing my shoulders, breasts and exposed belly searing it with his regard. I could feel my nipples hardening even more as his gaze seemed to be drawn back to them again and again. I raised my arms higher and shimmied my shoulders softly to make my breasts bounce in what I hoped was an enticing manner and saw Jake's eyebrows raise in immediate response to my movement.

I turned away, presenting my back again in time to the music, undoing the button on my skirt and pulling down the tab of my zipper. I was beginning to lose my nervousness and starting to feel the power within by exposing myself to this gorgeous man, who seemed to be enjoying all that was being displayed. That, and I remembered that I had worn my very best thong that matched my bra. Made of creamy ecru lace--they were the most expensive underwear I had ever owned and I knew they showcased my cleavage, ass and mound in their best light due to the subtle fit, delicate frills and satin panels.

I again glanced over my shoulder as the music continued.

Was that perspiration I saw on beading on Jake's forehead? Why were his fists clenched, knuckles white as his hands gripped each other so tightly while he watched me perform my dance for him?

Emboldened, I stopped fiddling with the zipper of my skirt and reached behind to gently cup my ass cheeks while tossing my hair and peering over my shoulder.

My eyes again caught on his.

My muscles were tense, knees locked, as I continued to move my hips to the pulse of the music and inched the jean fabric up. Cool air caressed my thighs as I slowly dragged the denim hem higher until I could sense the lower cheeks of my bottom were out in the open.

No lie, my panties were sopping as I exposed myself to his eyes. Acting on my You Tube lessons, I executed the 'wiggle', jiggling my ass-cheeks using only my thigh muscles. This was the only move I'd been able to practice in the privacy of my own place.

And if the audible sound of Jake's inhale was any indication, my practice had paid off.

I turned back to him and, grasping the waistband, slowly sliding the denim down my sleek, tanned thighs. Catching the skirt on my towering heels, I managed to kick it aside as I continued my dance. I turned back to him and stepped forward pressing my legs into the edge of his desk while doing a body roll with my hands over my head. I was almost naked except for the carefully crafted, though thoroughly saturated, scrap of lace that nestled between my legs as I continued to dance for this gorgeous man. My heartbeat was almost as loud as the music, as I rested my hands on his desktop arching my ass upwards to present my breasts to his searing inspection.

And inspect me, he did.

Thoroughly.

I could feel, as I watched, his eyes marking me as he stared. Again and again his scrutiny touched my nipples and breasts as they quivered with my movements. I raised a knee to the desktop and then heard his soft groan.

Stop", Jake murmured his voice velvet covered steel as he pointed the stereo's remote over his shoulder

I didn't need to be asked twice since the ceasing of the music seemed to topple my bravado. Using my arm to shield my upper half, I crouched, ass to heels, as I groped for my carelessly removed skirt and top as fast as my fingers could tag them. My mind whirling with embarrassment, I was hit with the age-old quandary of top or bottoms first. Deciding that modesty was the better point of valor, I turned my back to Jake and shimmied back into my skirt, slithered into my top as fast as my fumbling fingers could move and managed to get both settled in place at record speed. While I had re-clothed myself in all undue haste, I was not so quick to face him.

Taking a deep breath for courage, I slowly turned and dropped myself again into the leather of the visitor chair being very careful to not meet his eyes. What had come over me? How could I have degraded myself in both dancing and taking off my clothes for this perfect stranger? Sure, the money was a good incentive but doing THAT? Doing nasty things for nasty, albeit good, money is still getting paid to become mental fodder so some jerk could rub one off when they left the club.

I sat waiting, watching my hands twisting and turning themselves in my lap.

"Caitlin" Jake began slowly. "I don't think"

"Listen," I cut in abruptly, glancing his direction but looking everywhere, anywhere, but at him. "I don't think this was a good idea. I mean the money just sounded too good to pass up and I really, really need it but I don't think I can do this. Renee can, but I'm just not comfortable with doing this," I waved my arms around his cavern of an office in an effort to show what 'this' meant. "And the thought of pervs eyeing me up or touching me even if it is just to tuck a tip in my g-string makes me kind of sick if you want to know the truth. I don't think I can do this. Really, I don't."

I knew I was babbling, but I didn't care. "I really thank you for your time, uh, and your, ah, attention but I guess I should probably be going," I continued reaching for my well-worn, second-hand, faux-designer purse and thin jacket I had tucked underneath my chair previously. My eyes tried to spot any errant bit of clothing I had flung off in my abandon as I kept my mouth moving. Even though I
knew
I had clothes on, I didn't feel clothed. Spying a bit of ecru lace peeking from the corner of his desk, I again went ass to heels as I reached for and snagged my errant bra, stuffing it in the bowels of my over-sized purse. I straightened to a standing position on my borrowed skank-wear, thankful there was only a slight sway in my stance due to the help of the armrest of his visitor chair.

"Thank you again for your, ah, time and, uhm, consideration," I said pointing my face in his general way as I clutched my purse and threadbare jacket to my unbound chest and side-stepped in a trajectory that I hoped was the right direction of the door.

"Caitlin" I heard his voice again but the feel of the doorknob in my palm gave me a renewed sense of courage. I twisted the cold metal beneath my fingers and felt lightheaded at the thought of my impending release.

"Thanks again," I called in what I hoped was a breezy tone, waving my hand over my shoulder, as I stepped into the corridor. My knees were still shaking and I clung to the railing as I climbed the carpeted stairs in my ridiculously-high, borrowed shoes before breaking through the ground floor door and making a sharp turn to the main doors that led to my freedom.

*.*.*.*.*

Jake sat still as stone while he listened to Caitlin's heels reverberate up the staircase.

He could feel his eyes were those like a deer in the headlights as his brain tried to make sense of what he had seen, had witnessed.

She was imprinted on his brain. Her body, her moves, the essence of
her
.

"Fuck me," he muttered as he heard the heavy outside door slam when she was finally out of his club.

The dull bam of the second portal at the top of the stairs seemed to release him from his stillness.

Jake adjusted the jeans cutting into his groin, using a firm stroke down his burgeoning hard-on.

Okay, now
that
was something.

Something he hadn't anticipated.

Something he was unprepared for but, Christ, it was hot.

He pressed the intercom for Dale.

Letting go of the button, he swore softly. What the fuck was
THAT
? As his motionlessness dissipated, Jake scrubbed his hands over his face and realized he was sweating.

He waited for his right-hand man to appear and, while he waited, he tried to calm his breathing and rearrange his fully engorged cock to a more comfortable position since the earlier adjustment and stroke had only added fuel to his fire.

Fuck, it had been years since he had gotten so aroused from just watching a beautiful woman dance or undress. But what he had seen in the last thirty minutes had enflamed him like nothing he could remember. Caitlin, in her determination to interview, had provided the most erotic visuals he had ever seen in his life. His heart was still stuttering and his cock was almost granite stiff.

Sure, she was beautiful with a great body but Jake knew it was more than that. He had fucked more than his fair share of beautiful women, some with better bodies than hers. It was her innocence and the sweet that shone through in spite of the bravado that she used as a shield that had captured him. He knew she had been nervous, it was hard to miss. But, her courage mixed with the heady blend of unsophisticated sexiness had seized him from the moment she walked in. Which is probably why he had, without thinking about it first, asked her to get naked even though he had no intention of hiring her for any kind of job at the Club. Number one, she was too young and number two, this business would chew the sweet right off her and not in a nice way. Her thick hair and rounded curves had called to him from the moment she came through the door. Then when he was hit by her moves, unskilled, unschooled but fuckin' sexy as hell.

The smell of her arousal and sight of her creamy, pink-tipped naked skin hadn't hurt either.

"You rang?" Jake could hear Dale's soft voice questioning as he came through the heavy portal.

Dale was one of the few people Jake could trust and had trusted since grade school. They had a history together that spanned decades and had been a constant in each other's lives. While they had pursued separate careers after high school, they had maintained contact and eventually had gone into business together; the Fuego Club being only one of their successful endeavors.

Jake glanced at Dale, noting the well-pressed, buttoned-down shirt and dress slacks. Where Jake leaned towards the 'rock-star wanna be' look (as one of his ex-girls had labeled it), Dale completely embraced the 'young business man on the rise' style. From the top of his dark blonde, casually-though-expensively styled hair to the tip of his outrageously high-priced boots, Dale's worked a look that had every gold-digger in three counties panting for his attention.