The Wasp's Wife

One Little Catch

Brushing myself off from the fall, I strutted back to the pole and was now even more determined to be successful this time around.

Drying my hands off on my shorts, I gripped them firmly around the pole and when I felt I had a good enough grip I wrapped my legs around the pole, preparing to try and lift myself up before twirling around the pole.

I flexed my muscles and felt my feet lift up from the floor before my grip failed me and I slammed down onto the floor with my back hitting the hard surface.

Ugh, I should have left the padded mat on the floor.

"Ugh, shit!" I groaned, covering my face with both of my hands.

"Ok, so maybe we'll forget being a dancer for a little while. There are other things we can have you do. You can be a waitress, or a bartender for the night. Not everyone gets the hang of it right away." Trinity consoled me, trying to make me feel a little less awful about myself.

"That's what I was afraid of." I sighed, getting up on my feet and once more brushing myself off.

"How are things going?" Chris asked from the hallway.

"I love your wife Chris and I mean no disrespect, but she kind of needs to look at other possibilities for jobs to complete this Saturday. She tried hard, but didn't quite catch the hang of it yet." She told him, nervously looking back at me.

"Hmm, well that's too bad. I know she was excited to try that out for the first night." He said sadly.

"Your sweet subservient wife can figure out how to dish out cocktails with a smile." I sighed, coming up to Chris and wrapping my arm around his lower back.

"You know how to work my pole." He said with a smirk.

"That's the most important pole by a long shot." I giggled, giving him a side hug and resting my head against his upper arm.

"You've got to be careful Saturday, there are lots of girls who want your husband's pole." Trinity, our go-to dance instructor and performer snickered.

"Oh shut up about that. I'm an old married man, no one wants my dick." Chris groaned, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

"Girls would fall to their knees and bag for that cock, hot stuff. They'd pay money to spend five minutes just to have their hands all over you." Trinity said, not at all holding back.

"Ok, ok. That's enough talk about my cock, ladies. I'm going to go out and have lunch with the guys before we finish finalizing everything." Chris interrupted her, "And as for you," He said, peering down at me with this incredible brown eyes, "I will see you all packed up, ready to leave, and in my car by 5 tonight and not a second late, understood?"

"What's tonight?" I asked.

"Tuesday." He said with a smirk before leaving me with a kiss, a firm and possessive tap on the ass, and a wave goodbye.

"Tons of cum Tuesday." Trinity murmured under her breath as he was out of ear shot.

"No." I scoffed, shrugging my shoulders before taking a seat down on one of the stools in the room.

"Zoey. You have had the craziest year possibly ever. Chris being a fucking weirdo and practically kidnapping you to remind you of whatever connection you had in the past. You were some sweet innocent virgin, who gets married to the sex god with the most perfect dick, and now you and him are just this ridiculously kinky, adorable, and wonderful couple. I know the people you see the most are Ricky, Ghost, and dimwit 1 a dimtwat 2. You don't have a lot of girlfriends, but I'm here. Spill your guts to me girl, spill that fucking tea." She cried out, pounding the counter with her flat palm in clear excitement.