Angel

She slid down the pole, her body moving perfectly with the seductive beat. She twirled and spinned and her hair fanned out behind her. She gracefully climbed up the pole and allowed her head to fall back and her legs to fan open. She slowly turned her body, her legs supporting her on the pole as she slid down and landed into a split. The lights danced around her as she crawled to a dark haired man who had moved to see her better. she slowly arched her back like a cat and looked back at him,batting her impossibly long eyelashes. She smiled as she rubbed her breasts hoping to excite him. he pulled out his wallet, a Chanel, she noted, which meant he had money. he pulled out a stack of bills and grabbing one he tucked it into her bra 

"So beautiful!" he whispered to her. in response she stood and turned away from him. slowly she unclasped her bra and looked back over her shoulder, smiling seductively... she loved to tease. almost desperately the man held out another bill, drawing her back. she dropped her bra on the stage and crawled back. she sat on her knees, her breasts swaying in front of his face. he grabbed more bills and threw them into the air, showering her with twenties and fifties. she threw her hands up in the air and giggled as she shook her shoulders side to side allowing her breasts to bounce as the money fell around her. the man laughed with her and grabbed another fifty and slipped it into her thong. she laid on her back and gracefully spread her legs in a "V" allowing him a peek of her covered flower. she then removed the panties and again did a "V" ...exposing to him her complete nakedness. by now two other men had seated themselves in front of the stage and was also trying to get a glimpse of her. they both held out bills and she left the man with the Chanel wallet to give the others a show. she stood and danced swaying her hips and grinding the pole. she held them all captivated until the third song ended, she then grabbed her lingerie and stepped off stage.  

that was the easiest part, getting their attention on stage was nothing. now, as she put her outfit back on, she had to engage the men and try to convince them why she was the gal they wanted to take back to V.I.P. she spotted the man with the wallet sitting at a table in the back corner. she slowly glided her way through tables and people until she stood in front of him, a perfect smile on her face. she batted her eyelashes as she leaned down to kiss him on the cheek and whisper in his ear, 

"thank you for your generous tip, sir."  

" for such a wonderful beauty, it was nothing." he replied, shouting over the loud club music. she was close enough to smell his Armani Cologne. "please, won't you sit and have a drink with me? "  

"I'd be delighted too!" she squealed like a little girl and sat in the red cushiony chair opposite him. first step, done. she smiled to herself. now she just had to hold him in conversation and figure out what fantasy he was looking for. you see, most men who come to strip clubs are there for a specific reason, if you can figure that out you'll most likely make him happy enough for him to spend his money on you for the duration of the night. 

he ordered her an expensive wine...she made commission on every drink she had bought for her.  

she sat there, poised and sipping on her wine, as he told her about himself. the most important part of the conversation was his body language, not necessarily the content of what he was saying. she had to make sure she kept him interested, if his body language showed signs of boredom or he had a wandering eye, she had to take initiative and engage him more fully. it truly was exhausting work.  

he was a lawyer, that explains the money, she thought. however as he continued to reminisce about his college years she noticed a sadness In his eyes. he was a workaholic, she gathered. he worked his ass off for years, through law school and then years working with the firm before he got married, settled down and started his own private practice. his business was booming, he explained in great detail and over many drinks, but his life seemed to be on fast forward while he was stuck in the office. she sympathised...she knew where this was going. she had heard this story many times before, there were many different versions but they all seemed to end the same; the wife cheating on her overworked husband, leaving him with half of everything he had worked for, and a wounded pride of a man who feels he's worthless.  

in her world, it was priceless.