Rockabye, Baby, Rockabye

Chapter One: Good Crowd

 I gracefully grasped the pole, swaying my hips as I walked around it. Seductively biting my lip, I looked at one of the many men in the crowd. He came in the club in a business suit tailored to fit his body perfectly and looked as if he could sweat money, money that I desperately needed. 

I quickly decided that he was going to be my target for the night.

I pulled myself up on the pole, using my upper body strength so I could lift my legs over my head, and twirled slightly to the left. My eyes stayed on the rich man as I spread my legs open into a V. I had my left thigh on the pole and my small thong barely allowed anything to be left to one's imagination while my bare chest proudly showed my natural breasts and hard nipples. I stayed with my legs open for a few brief moments before fluidly hooking my right leg around the pole and bringing my left leg back away from the pole.

I was good at my job, I was naturally gifted in dance and with the looks of an innocent girl. Men loved that, so I used my natural, god given talents to my advantage.

Going with the bass of the music that the DJ was playing and encouraged by the cheers and tossed money by the men, I arched my back before bringing my hands down and out behind my back. By doing this, the only contact that I had with the pole was behind my right knee, on my inside stomach, and behind my left armpit. My body gripped the pole as I dropped down slightly while in the 'Bridge Outside Leg Hang' position, but that didn't stop me from smiling as innocently and sexily as possible towards the men watching and cheering me on. This was a difficult position to keep, but the men loved it.

Even though Mister Wealthy, the wealthy man that I had deemed as my target for the night, was silent throughout my performance, he seemed to enjoy it as well. That was what I was shooting for; the rich to enjoy the show. The wealthy man had a cigar lit by the time I had my hands behind my back and on the pole, going to finish off this move before I did more private shows and floor work.

My legs spread open into a V shape again as I turned my body around on the pole, keeping my body behind the pole so the men could see what they wanted, my most intimate parts, as I finish my performance. I then brought both legs up straight together, squeezing them on the pole, and let my hands gently hang straight down so my body was straight onto the pole. Then, I dismounted off of the pole while doing a handstand before landing in a split.

I smiled at the cheering men while I crawled over to where my money was lying. I stopped briefly, sending a wink in the direction of my audience as I picked my money up and they placed more down.

Mister Wealthy kept his eyes on me, placing a 100 dollar bill between my thong and my right hip when I was close enough to him before he brought his glass of whiskey to his lips. I smiled thankfully towards him and raised up, my money in my thong and hands.

I swayed my hips as I walked off of the main stage and away from the prying eyes of the men who filled the club. Making a left, I went down to the locker room that was not too far from the main stage.

After placing my current nightly earnings in my bag inside my locker, I changed outfits. I went from only wearing my nearly invisible thong to wearing a long sleeved black fishnet crop top that, again, showed my breasts and hard nipples, and fishnet booty shorts that showed everything these men were dying to see. I finished the outfit with some black stilettos.