You can toy with me now, but only for a night
You can have it fast or easy, or you can take it slow
Just have that wallet ready, baby, or I’ll tell you where to go.
Damn, Ivy couldsing. We’d written this song in a rush for the club’s opening, and only rehearsed it a few times with the DJ who was playing the song’s instrumentals. Now that this was the real deal, he was belting out the lyrics like none other. Women— and men— both hollered in delight as he dipped down, showing his ass to the audience before grabbing the pole behind him and sinking down.
That was my cue. The bass thumped, the music pounded, and colored lights flashed everywhere. I felt like a goddess as the platform was lowered from the ceiling, hovering above the stage to the wild cheers of the audience.
My eyes scanned the crowd. I caught Kallie sitting with a group of fae girls at a table in the far corner, Alette on her shoulder.
Then I saw Charlie. There he was, having a beer with Chancey and waiting for the song to continue.
He thought he was here to support a friend. I was going to make him eat shit.
I shimmied my shoulders, then shouted, “This one goes out to theassholewho broke my heart!”
When Charlie recognized my voice, his expression went completely white. A wicked grin spread across my face as I spun around the pole and began to sing.
From the day I was born, I’ve always been a bad girl,
Stealing cars and breaking rules was my entire world
And if you’re looking for a way to get inside,
Buckle up and hold on tight, because baby, it’s a ride
Pin me up against the wall and grab me by the waist,
I can’t say I won’t be naughty, but damn, I’ll like the taste.
I yanked at the tie on my green robe, and it fell off, revealing my outfit. It matched Ivy’s, a green-and-black corset with garter straps and fishnets. I’d gone a little more daring on the panties— whereas Ivy’s covered his ass, I was more or less just wearing a thong. The men in the crowd went absolutely nuts, giving wolf whistles.
With delight, I watched as Chancey leaned over to Charlie and hastily explained what was going on. Charlie’s eyes got darker with every word. I grabbed the robe and tossed it to the crowd to the pleading demands of men.
And what do you know— it landed on Charlie’s head. He flailed to yank it off, his hands trembling and his jaw still wide open as I continued my song.
Spoiled little rich girl who needs Daddy’s credit card
We might be behind bars, but trust me, I can get you hard
These broke guys can’t handle what they cannot see
The judge thought I was too damn wild, so my sentence set me free
But if you get me in handcuffs and read me all my rights,
You’ll have me on my knees or any way you like.
The beat picked up, and I began my dance. I did a few dips and twists to the mounting enthusiasm of the audience before I wrapped one knee around the pole. I supported myself with one hand as the pole began spinning me around, and I switched tactics. Both of my legs clung to the pole as I began climbing it, higher and higher until I reached the top. I let myself go, hanging upside down with my arms out. My boobs nearly spilled out of my corset, until I steadied myself by grabbing the pole with two hands, extending my legs into the splits.
See? Ivy’s dancing lessons had come in use after all.
“Holy shit, she isflexible!” some guy cried out.
“What I’d give to put her in any position!” another dude cried.
I wasn’t even paying attention to Charlie’s reaction anymore, because this was fun, and I was having the time of my life. I’d never felt more empowered as I made the pole my slave. I came down from the top of the pole and landed on my heels, giving a wink to the audience as I slowly slid down its length.
