David Warron had a dirty little secret. Every Friday he would go to the pub...but that wasn't all he did. He also went to watch pole dancers.
He had kept it completely secret from Marina, and so he was absolutely sure she has no idea...what he didn't know was that Marina was friends with the owner of the club.
Lana and Marina finished up their make up: dark, smoky, sexy eyes and dark eyebrows, and toxic red lipstick.
They were wearing, well, not much. Lana was fitted in a blood-red bikini and lacy stockings. The bikini top was 2 cups too small, so she felt herself spilling out. She didnt mind when she saw Marina's face when she showed her the outfit.
Marina was wearing a vintage babydoll dress. The fabric was translucent and barely skimmed her thighs. Underneath, she was literally wearing the smallest bikini she had ever seen, and it was lacy and sheer. She had fishnet stockings to top it off.
Both girls were experts at walking in heels, which was lucky because the shoes they were wearing were the highest, pointiest, sexiest pair of stilettos they had ever seen.
They slipped on their masks, a cat mask complete with whiskers for Marina and a bunny mask for Lana.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Lana asked Marina.
Marina nodded excitedly.
"Ok. We have to get in there in 10 minutes. In the mean time..." And Lana leant forward and kissed Marina, sliding her hand down her leg.
They broke apart several minutes later. "Lets get him," Marina grinned.
They stalked onto the stage. Lights were flashing everywhere and smoke was whirling around them. A crowd of people greeted them with anticipation.
They walked over to their poles. The music thumped wildly in their brains, a harsh contrast to the music they themselves usually wrote.
They wrapped themselves around the poles flirtily, giving winks to the crowd and Marina even went one step ahead and licked her pole. The crowd went wild.
Marina nodded at Lana, the signal. They stepped away from their poles and walked down off the stage and into the crowd.
Man stare at them and women rolled their eyes. They walked all the way to where they knew he was.
He sat there, staring at them. Marina felt a pang of malice. He broke her heart on purpose. She knew she would have done the same, but she didn't care. He was going to pay.
His jaw was open, drawling like some oversized dog. She smiled and stood behind him, stroking his shoulders and looking at his face.
"I-I-uh-who are you?" He said excitedly. She leaned down to his air, and whispered, "I'm the girl you'd die for..." Her voice husky to disguise her true identity.
In the mean time, Lana sat on his table, where his usual beer sat. She sat back so her legs stretched out in front of her and her chest popped out even more. She was sitting so close to him he could practically only see her body.
He was nervously excited.
"Hey, big boy, wanna come somewhere with us?" Marina asked, running her fingernail down his arm.
"Uh, sure, ok, yeah," he said eagerly.
They had him in their trap. He'd walked straight into it.
