Allure...to powerfully attract or charm; tempt.
It was the physical attraction that they believed kept them coming back, but in reality, it was more than that. Two broken souls, unaware to the fact the fix was one another.
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EFFORTLESSLY her body took in every beat, rhythm, melody of the music that blared through every speaker lining the walls of the illuminated club. Like waves in water, the air caught every roll of her hips while her hands grasped the metal that lie under her palms. Eyes closed, lips sealed in a hum, with her focus primarily being in the moment. Just her, the music, and her body...all she needed, and all she had.
My body's your addiction Your touch is my affliction I speak, you never listen Somehow we stayconsistent
Grasping onto the pole tightly, she skillfully lifted her body to wrap her legs around the base perfectly. Her body going back as she gently spun, arms extended out in an angelic manner which caught everyone's eye. She could hear the whistles coming through the distance, feel the paper money fluttering down to land against her body, but she continued on as if there was nobody there but her. Her body twirling around again before she bent all the way back. Showing off the flexibility she'd mastered over the years.
Rehearsin'my thoughts onthe way to your crib, oh Overnightbag in the back of the whip
Her legs extended apart, body sliding down until she felt her thinly clothed core connect with the coated ground under her. Smiling in satisfaction from the whistles and cheers which sounded from every possible side of her, every angle. She sat for a minute to allow hands to roam her body, and if she could show the disdain in her face then she would. However this was her, and doing this for exactly 365 days now, she would be a fool to say she wasn't used to it.
"Might have to request a private dance out of you." She heard the whisper of a mans voice in her ear, just as his hand tucked into the barely supporting side of her sparkly g-string.
Glancing over in his direction, she shot him the fakest smile she could muster up. Not because she wanted to give off the idea of her feeling anything less than disgusted from his words, but because she could feel the amount of bills he continued on tucking into her outfit. And to sit through his perverted hands feeling all up on her was a lot easier than to turn down her only reasoning for being her.
"Everybody please put your hands together for Gold Rush's very own, Dream!" At the sound of her stage name, she wasted no time in grabbing onto the pole once more and standing to her feet.
Turning towards the same man, she shot him a telling smirk, her body leant down slightly with her right hand gently grasping his face. Turning his head a little bit so her mouth lined up with his excessively pierced ear, she hummed out in disapproval just before opening her mouth to speak. "Private dances from me are privileges...never a request." She whispered, her body raising back up as she strutted on her way off of the stage.
