Cherry At The Bottom

the main event of the evening, the dazzling blonde queen of the pole, the sexy

o much vigour and excitement. Being born beautiful is a gift that many women receive but aren't smart enough t

y. 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 consider

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 r

rabbed 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 me

s 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 seate

atory 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

up for Mi

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 ma

usual but I kinda noticed that you were a li

r walk up to me. That

idn't reali

y men who didn't notice. Whatever got you spook, take

," I said and wal