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Gold Shoes- Chapter One

Author’s note: This chapter will have an R rated scene, viewer discretion is advised, you’ve been warned.

He sat there watching her intently. She was dancing suggestively and with complete confidence. She’d done this before. She was grinding the pole between her legs and swinging around it with ease. Her flat stomach, due to the heavy work out she did whilst dancing, was toned and separated her underwear. She had a chain that went from between her breasts that were cupped in a gold sequined bra, down to her knickers that were also gold. The chain wrapped around her hips and had tassels hanging off it, though they barely covered her but cheeks that were on display, the G-string underwear skirting over the top of her bum. She wore gold strapped heels that glittered in the florescent lights. 

The way she danced was almost magical. She moved with fluidity, her eyes were closed, like she was lost in the moment. The truth was that she didn’t want to see the men that watched her dance. She felt degraded as they looked at her like she were meat they were about to devour. She wasn’t ashamed of her job as a pole dancer, but she could do without the hungry looks some days. Today was one of those days.

Petal, as he mother had comically named her, because she was such a precious petal, as she’d so often explained, was having one of her worse days. Her mother, a woman who was always looking for Mr. Right, had cried this morning as another man explained that he just wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. Petal’s mother had been blessed (or cursed) with a banging body. She’d given birth to Petal at the tender age of seventeen, two years younger than Petal now was. That made her mother thirty-six and a hot catch. She had sizeable breasts and a slim waist, just like Petal.

Petal swished her blonde hair to the side as she strutted around the pole. She dropped down, the pole sitting between her open legs. Her tanned skin was covered in very little, just the gold suit she was wearing. Her blonde hair made her look even more like a beautiful goddess. She hadn’t intended on being a stripper. Her mother didn’t know that this was what she did when she went out at night. She thought Petal had a secret boyfriend, which was kind of true; she just had many secret boyfriends. She had regular clients, the only ones she would do things with. She’d never sleep with them though. It would never go as far as sex. Petal was studying; she was studying at a local business school. This was just an extra on the side so she could help her mum out with rent and food.

Petal stepped back and winked at the men who were cheering her. She wiggled her fingers and cheekily bit her bottom lip. She caught the eyes of a young guy, he was alone. Usually ones as young as he came in groups, but this man sat at a table by his lonesome with a drink in hand. He had an untamable mop of curly hair she noted and piercing green eyes. Somehow she felt that she’d seen him before.

She stepped down from her platform and walked over to the door that led to the dressing rooms. She smiled at her manager who grinned back. She was lucky that he was a nice man, and that he wanted this place to remain classy. A lot of top cliental visited here and it was obvious why. The door cover charge was high, the interior was flash and they served genuine Cuban cigars at the bar. The room was always filled with smoke and men with present hard ons. They sat there laughing and drinking and smoking all whilst watching the talented woman move their hips. Petal wished the girl next on good luck. She didn’t have any clients tonight; it being a Tuesday there weren’t many.

Her thoughts rushed back to the man who had been staring at her. His pink lips had been pursed which made his definitive jaw line even more prominent. Petal thought he was very good looking. She hadn’t seen him there before.

She busied herself away in her dressing room. She slipped out of her show costume and into more comfortable underwear. She pulled on some skinny jeans and a long sleeve striped top. She pulled her hair back into a messy bun. Just as she was gathering her stuff there was a knock on the door.