Pose (Club Kitten Dancers 2)

I start to rub my thighs together as I think about what it would have felt like. Most of the guys I’ve been with were too gentle for my likes. It’s not that I’m into anything rough, really, but I like a little bit of a sting with my pleasure. Pleasure with a bite, if you will. I like that little aftertaste of pain when I come. Something tells me James would be able to give that to me.

“And then?” I ask. Slowly, my hand moves of its own accord. Over my breasts and down my stomach.

“I would have made you stay down there, licking my cock, sucking my balls. I would have pushed my dick so far down your throat you almost choked, then I’d make you suck it some more. Is that what you want to hear?”

“What else?” I’m breathless now, aroused beyond comprehension. We went from deep to dirty in a matter of seconds. Being with James is already such a rush that I can’t imagine what being with him in bed would be like. If it’s this good just to talk to him, what would being fucked by him be like?

“Then I’d pull you up, Kasey. I’d pull you up and bend you over the table.”

“In the middle of the restaurant?”

“In the middle of the fucking restaurant. I’d pull that dress up over your waist and yank your panties down to your knees, then I’d slide my dick into your tight cunt and I’d fuck you.”

My fingers are running over my clit, rubbing and playing and pinching. I’m so close I’m barely breathing. Just a little bit more, just a little bit more and I’ll come undone.

“I want to fuck you, Kasey. It might not be tonight and it might not be tomorrow, but I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

And then I come.

Harder than I’ve ever come before.

Chapter 5

Kasey

My alarm beeps way too early. Fortunately, I’m lucid enough not to throw my phone across the room. I might be able to afford missing a dance class, but I definitely can’t afford a new phone.

I should really get to dance class, though. It’s been a couple of days since I felt my heart pumping and my legs aching. I might not be one of the top dancers at Club Kitten, but it’s one of the best damn places in the world to me Nothing really compares to the way I feel when I’m climbing that pole.

When I’m there, I’m powerful.

I’m beautiful.

I’m strong.

When I’m hanging upside down, the world is so far beneath me that nothing else matters. The only thing that matters is grip, balance, poise. The only thing that matters is making sure I pose perfectly after each move, that I make my performance look as graceful and easy as possible.

The easier a dance looks, the harder is it.

Sliding out of bed, I pull on a bra and tank top. My lime green booty shorts are around here somewhere. I rummage around until I see them on the desk and yank those on over my bright pink panties. My butt is going to be a rainbow of color today, but that’s just fine.

Yanking on my clothes, I take a look at myself in the mirror. I could be critical right now, but I won’t. My eyes have dark circles under them. Ugly? Nah. I just like to have fun. And I was up very late last night having fun with James.

A lot of fun.

My boobs are a little small, but that’s fine. It means I don’t have back pain and finding supportive swimsuit tops isn’t an issue.

My hips? A little too wide, but that just makes me curvy.

And my smile?

To die for.

I pull my hair back in double pigtails, then slip on my leg warmers and flip-flops.

I’m ready to dance.

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