Strip Tease Erotica
"Pole Dance 101," a sexy short story by Tami Pugh
It was dark inside the smoky club. She was glad, having never done this before. She felt a little self-conscious, dressed in a men's long sleeve shirt and tie. She danced before, for private audiences, that meant select boyfriends, but never for strangers. How could the same level of intimacy possibly be present?
On her way to the stage, a beautiful black lady dressed only in a g-string breezed passed her. The glittery oil rubbed into her dark skin reflected the light. "He's all yours, hon."
Her stomach tied up in knots as a wave of panic started. She wanted to turn back to the dressing room. One deep breath; she was determined to do this.
The music thumped a grinding beat as she approached the stage. Thank God it was dark. The blue lights, flashing to the beat, illuminated the platform, reflecting off the shiny metal. Her hand slid up the smooth brass as her leg wrapped around the cold pole. The men hollered over the music. Her eyes closed tightly.
She bent forward and in one fluid motion, she stood, arching her back. Her long dark hair swept back in disheveled entanglement. Her arms embraced the bar as her leg swung her around, her hair fell in her face. One toss of her head cleared her vision.
She moved her body closer to the brass pole and bent her knees, straddling. The music was so loud. Her mind began to block out the over-tone noise and the pulsating rhythm reached her senses with clarity. Hoisted up on the pole, she held the mast between her legs. She let go of the pole with her hands as her back slowly arched, her hair fell and touched the floor.
She stopped long enough to loosen the tie and undo four buttons while moving her hips to the music. Her shirt fell open and teased with a glimpse of a red bra, which matched the g-string hidden under the oversized business shirt. Then at arm's length from the pole, she worked her body in a seductive wave motion. Her hands caressed the hard metal while slowly, gently, rocking her hips, her thighs astride the brass rod.
Her hips rubbed against the unyielding brass. Again, cradling the bar, she beckoned it with her fingertips. Her legs entwined around the pole as they would around a long lost lover. It seemed to come alive with her touch and spun her in a frenzied circle to the floor.
She needed to be beside her lover, she needed to feel the brass on every inch of her body. As the thumping erotic beat stimulated her mind, she took off the tie and shirt. The men cheered, she didn't hear them.
Stretched back against the bar, her butt teased the pole in arousing movements. She spun and her body brushed the pole, it acknowledged her presence by again swirling her around.
The dance continued, as hot flesh against cold brass performed a feverish tango.
Her tight skin, oiled, glistened in the lights, showing her well toned shoulder muscles as she flipped upside down riding her lover. Her body ground against the smooth brass.
She was grateful for the coldness it provided as her brain reached a feverish pitch. She held her lover closer. Hands slid up and massaged the brass as her leg teased the pole between her thighs. The sensuality of the dance drove her into a passion-fueled euphoria.
Nothing existed but the music, her, and the pole...her brass lover. Her lithe body melted into the metal mast. The climax thundered, lost in the acceleration of the intense beat.
As her dance began to wind down, the hollers and whistles from the drunks at the bar reached her ears. Her dance, her moment was over. It was time to release her lover to the next.
She walked slowly to the dressing room, breathing hard, reeling from the intense intimacy shared with the pole, when she passed a young lady walking to the stage. She looked up and the girl winked at her. Softly a smile touched the corner of her lip as she raised her eyebrows, "He's all yours."
Originally published May 2007 - "Mmm"