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✼ N E V A E H ✼

Before I could even speak another word or register a word of what he said I was on one of the poles. Atticus called over the person managing the pole dancers and whispered a few words to him. None of which I could hear. But, one thing I know for sure is that you're not supposed to pole dance fully clothed.

And I, at this current moment, am fully clothed. My dress may be revealing as hell, but compared to the strippers next to me I had the most clothes on so I guess I had to do a strip tease, make it look like this whole thing was planned. The crowd that was around the strippers at first had died down and went over to the women belly dancing with hoops of fires in their hands, which I must say looked a lot more entertaining.

As soon as I stepped in front of the pole, everyone's eyes were on me. Which is expected because I'm the main fucking character. Atticus had practically forced someone out of their seat from the couch in the very front row so he was looking at me, watching me dance. And although there were hundreds of people in the room, watching me, waiting for me to continue dancing, I knew what I was doing.

I knew what I was dancing for- money. And I knew who I was dancing for. At-, nope, myself. I was dancing for myself.

And Atticus just had to put me in the secluded area where there were barely any strippers. Where all eyes would, without a doubt, be on me and only me. I guess this is a good way to get some money, but if I want it good, I'm going to have to work it good.

I start off by walking around the pole, seductively and slowly, making eye contact with everyone as I walk past them. I bet they're wondering where I came from and why the fuck I'm even wearing a clothes, much more a dress.

My hands explore my body as I let them slip down my legs, glide over my arms, and trail down to my breasts, I gasp as I let my hands lightly touch my pussy through my dress. Each time I did so the audience hollered and screamed as if the anticipation was killing them and I assume it was. With that, I slipped off one of the straps to dress and winked at the crowd, which made them even more impatient.

I grab onto the pole and twirl around, slowly going down while swaying my hips as I do so. I throw my head back and with one hand holding the pole the other goes to my thighs and stars raking up my dress. I drop until my ass is nearly on the ground and I'm kneeling in front of the pole with my legs opened. That's when I start twerking and when the money starts raining on me.

Oh my God, my legs are going to fucking hurt.

I stayed there for a while before finally turning around and facing the crowd as my eyes locked with his. He smirked at me while patting his pants which brought me to wink at him and his apparent boner. What does that have to do with me though?

Men are so easy.

I brought my hands to the pole once more and I walked around it slowly before I allowed one of my feet to inch closer to the pole and I swung myself all the way around the pole. Everyone gasped because I guess they didn't expect that, but who would expect a bystander or someone in the crowd to automatically know how to pole dance.

Even the dancers beside me were in shock. As I twirl around, I rubbed myself against the pole and swung my head back again, letting my hair flow with the music and the air blowing around me. I let my left leg fall and hook my right leg to the pole while arching my body backwards and grinding slowly on the pole which I'm pretty sure was turning everyone on because they kept on shouting and throwing money.

I spare a look at the crowd and see Rory smiling at me proudly with both of her thumbs up and Spencer was doing the same except he was screaming and jumping up and down and shouting, "That's my bitch! That's my bitch!"