Hustle

"what's an angel like you doing in a hell hole like this?" he asks wiggling his pointer finger for me to come closer. i crawl across the stage a little further on my hands and knees keeping my bright blue eyes locked on his.

i bit my lip between my own teeth and he smirked leaning his elbows on his knees running his hand through his curly long hair that lies just below his shoulders.

i reach out and grab his tie to pull him closer to me but no where near to him being able to touch me.

there are no touching of the strippers.

"i'm no angel, darling" i whisper in his ear leaving him with a wink before standing up and swaying my hips more for him to look at as he leans back in his chair taking his lip between his two fingers not taking his eyes off of me as i caught them when i just had to turn around and look at him once more before going to the back room.