Piper begins to move. She leads us through a series of warm-up stretches before we begin to learn today’s routine. Each class period, we learn a little dance and incorporate new and old moves into the dance. It’s perfect because we immediately learn something sexy we can try at home, but we also review moves we already know.
One of my favorite songs comes on and I can feel the energy pumping through the room. It’s going to be a good week. I keep telling myself that. Gripping the pole, I mirror Piper’s movements as she twists and turns. Soon I’m sweating, moving, shaking my hips. Soon the whole world disappears except for my pole.
I want to dance for James.
The thought flickers through my mind as I move, and it surprises me. It shouldn’t. Bailey dances for Cooper all the time. For me, though, I’ve never danced for anyone. I’ve never even really wanted to. For me, the idea of dancing for another person seems foreign. Still, as I make my way through the routine, I can’t help but wonder what James would think if he saw me dance.
Would he love it?
Would he get hard?
Would he stroke his cock as he watched me climb the pole?
The thought makes me shiver and as I continue to make my way through the routine, I find myself growing more and more aware of my body. I move my hips a little bit more. My hands find their way over my breasts as I wiggle my bottom against the pole.
Sassy shoots me a knowing look and I smile at her, but refuse to feel embarrassed about how I’m dancing. That’s what pole class is all about: accepting your body. Some of the dancers are chubby. Some are thin. Some dance for themselves. Some want to learn how to dance for a partner. We’re all here for different reasons, but we’re all supportive when it comes to helping the others reach their goals.
When class ends, we all clap for Piper. She did an amazing job. Sassy comes over to me as I’m cleaning off my pole and looks me up and down.
“You did a great job today, Kasey.”
“Thank you, Professor,” I say. I’m a little surprised Sassy knows my name. I know who she is, of course. She’s amazing. There are a lot of girls who come in and out of the studio though. Some just dance a few times a month and some only come once. I’m one of the more regular dancers, but it still makes me feel good that she knows who I am. Apparently I’m making an impression.
“Have you ever considered teaching?” She asks.
“Me?”
“Yes. You have perfect form.”
“I guess I haven’t really thought about that before,” I say. Honestly, I never thought I’d be good enough to teach. I’m a little surprised to hear her say so. I figured having Sassy next to me would mean the class would be a struggle. I kind of expected her to point out all of my mistakes, but instead, I felt even better and stronger than I normally do.
“You should think about it,” Sassy says. “You’d be good at it.”
“I will,” I promise.
“If you decide it’s something you’re interested in, you come talk to me anytime.”
“Of course.”
Sassy leaves and a few of the other girls follow her out, asking questions as she heads to her office, presumably.
“Dude,” Piper squeals and comes to hug me. “I heard what Sassy said.”
“I’m surprised. I wouldn’t read too much into it, though. She probably says that to all the girls.”
“Um, she definitely does not. You’ve got skill. What have I been telling you for months? Skill. Not everyone can learn new turns as quickly as you. You pick things up super fast.”
“Thanks.” Inside, I’m exploding. Inside, I’m thrilled. Inside, I’m freaking the fuck out.
I won’t let this go to my head.
I’ve honestly never considered teaching. I’ve worked random jobs in college, including my current restaurant job, but teaching? That’s something I could do for awhile. Maybe I could even make a career out of it. I love Top Five but the hours are long and my customers are whiny. It’s hard to work an entire shift and still have the energy left to study when I get home.
“You should really think about it,” Piper continues. “There are a lot of benefits.” She starts listing items off on her fingers, but I’m already sort of sold. I love the idea of teaching at Club Kitten. Having my own classes, coming up with my own routines, and helping girls learn to become more creative?
Who wouldn’t love that?
When I got Bailey hooked on dancing, it was this huge rush. She was so insistent that it wasn’t for her. Now it’s her favorite thing in the world and I like to think part of it was my influence.