Chapter 4: Pole Class

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Chapter 4

"Can we get kinky tonight? / I got so many things on my mind" SWV - Can We

I climbed up the pole slowly making my way to the top using my legs and thighs to grip the metal in between. I relaxed my muscles allowing me to slip down at bit before I swung my legs up over my head in a V formation. I slid down some more to straighten my body then hooked my right leg over the pole while my left point straight out. I used my arm muscles to shift my body so I was back straddling the pole.

I've been taking private pole-dancing classes with Tay for a couple months to prepare for Rick's 25th birthday at the end of July. It's the beginning of June and my routine is finally coming together. Even though my marriage was on cracked ice I still wanted to make this birthday special for him. I love Rick so much that I would do almost anything for him and I knew me on a pole was a fantasy of his. He has no idea that I'm doing this for him. Since, he's always working it's easy to sneak out the house to come to my classes. And Tay comes with me for moral support because the first class I was so nervous. Now I have on 4inch heels, a white crop top and navy blue biker shorts and spinning fast with my hair down. Plus Tay classifies this as an art form, I agree after trying, so she was all for coming to these classes. I'm sure Darryl doesn't mind either.

I slid further down the pole until both hands could reach the floor. I placed my hands flat down on the ground then lowered my legs next so I could do a body roll to stand up. Tay and Sparkle, our ex-stripper turned pole fitness instructor, clapped for me causing me to smile. I hid my face in embarrassment because I still get shy after doing parts of the routine.

"Ya man is gonna love that," Sparkle said still clapping. "Plus all that ass you got. Sheesh he may nut during the first verse." I covered my face again and laughed. Sparkle is something else. She's a beautiful woman, caramel skin, big boobs and a nice sized ass with a flat tummy from her pole workouts. She has a butterfly tattoo on the back of her legs- well one wing on each leg- and she does a trick that she called 'Flying Flies' where she moved her legs really fast while upside down on the pole, and it actually looked like the butterfly was flying or at least trying to. I pay a lot for these private classes but after I saw that trick I knew I needed to learn a thing or two from her. Her cool personality was the icing on the cake.

Tay came over and slapped my ass making it jiggle, "I think you're right Spark," she said laughing. "Rick's probably never seen this before."

"Oh yea, that's right. You said hubby was white, right?" I nodded. "Shit, he's definitely nutting then." I shook my hand at the both of them while walking away to my gym bag. I grabbed my water bottle out and drank almost half of it. Pole work is hard. Strippers are talented people, I can't imagine doing this every night and I wasn't even at a professional stripper's level.

"Stop it," I breathed then drank the rest of my water bottle. "Rick's seen ass before and strippers. My booty is nothing new or special." Sparkle looked at me like I was crazy and I raised my eyebrows, "What?"

"Come," she came over to me and put her hands on my hip turning me around to the wall so my back was facing the mirror. "Now look back," I looked back up at the mirror. "That," she pointed to my butt, "This back here ain't a dime a dozen. You got cover of King Magazine ass." I pushed her hands off me.

"I need something. I don't got much going on up top," I said palming my small B cups. My butt was round and poked out but Sparkle and Tay were exaggerating. I unbuckled my heels and stepped out of them my feet were killing me and my leg muscles were burning. Even though, I've been taking these classes for months I still feel weak after every private session. I flopped down on the floor and rubbed my calves. "Tay Tay, can I have your water?" I pouted with my bottom lip poked out. Taylor rolled her eyes at me before walking over to her duffle bag and pulling out another bottle of water.

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