Pretty Little Smirk Part 2

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ON STAGE

I wrapped my legs loosely around the pole leaving a wide gap between my body and the pole. The music invading my senses and taking over. My legs slid down the pole while I threw my head back letting my hair loose from the tight bun that was put in before I went on stage. Hair cascading down my back as I pull my body closer to the pole and rub my body up and down the friction being ineffective. Wolf whistles and cat calls rang in my ears as I threw my leg over my other and swung around the pole .

As I stepped off the stage, a pair of hazel eyes met my deep purple ones. His stare intently focused on me. I broke away and left to get dressed.

Off Stage

I thought about his perfectly quiffed hair, his gorgeous chiseled face, and deep hazel eyes. His face bored into my mind. But something else caught my eyes, his pretty little smirk.

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