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Thoughts of Rhett.
Thoughts of the man who rocked my world in the two days we’d spent together.
Next, I instructed the ladies to bend over and slowly run their hands up their legs to their thighs. I got lost in the moment as I continued to run my hands up my stomach, to my breasts. They’d been so tender this week as my period neared that I moved my hands quicker until my arms were now behind my neck.
“Yes, just like that. Now move those hips and drop it like it’s hot. Drop it like you mean it,” I instructed as every one of us dropped to the floor, laying on our stomachs.
“Now with the beat, I want you to bend one knee up and raise that ass in the air. Make it look like you’re humping the floor, and remember, ladies—you’re seductive. You’re a lioness on the prowl,” I encouraged.
As I mimicked the movements I’d instructed, my thoughts went back to the second night I’d spent in Rhett’s arms.
Visions of me on top of him on the couch surfaced as I moved myself up and down on his long, thick cock.
I heard his voice as he urged me on.
Don’t ever stop what you’re doing, sweetheart.
I recalled the words he whispered in my ear as we brought each other closer to the ecstasy we sought.
Some of the women in attendance had been with me since I’d opened the doors. Watching them grow and become confident made me feel alive and know that what it took for me to get here was worth it.
The last ten years weren’t all flowers and rainbows, but the result was where I was meant to be.
This wasn’t necessarily what I envisioned when I said I wanted to be a dancer, but this was better. I owned Con-Fi-Dent, an adult dance studio that offered heel dance and pole dancing classes. When I envisioned this space, I knew what I wanted, and we spared no expense to make those visions come to life. The floors were a dark hard wood, and the rooms were each the same size, big enough to hold thirty people comfortably as we danced. The wall behind me housed a floor-to-ceiling mirror from end to end. The light fixtures each had dimmers that could set the mood but were bright enough that everyone could see what I was doing. Each space also housed a sound system with a mic for us to speak into while we gave instructions. Two of the five rooms were where our pole dancing classes were taught and each space had ten poles. Sometimes when I came into the studio in the early mornings, I’d have to pinch myself to convince myself this was real. That this was my life.
In the five years since I first opened the Las Vegas location, two other locations followed. One in Miami, Florida, and the other in Dallas, Texas would be opening within the next three months. Each location had five different studios, and classes were booked for the next six months. Word of mouth had done wonders for my business, and I smiled as the beat to the song ended.
“That’s a wrap, ladies. And remember, each and every one of you is beautiful. Don’t forget to kick ass this week.”
I always ended my classes with an affirmation to remind every attendee that they were beautiful. Sometimes it was a quote I’d found, others were something I made up on the fly, like tonight.
I grabbed a towel from my bar stool at the front of the room and wiped the sweat from my face and neck as I said goodbye to the ladies who’d come up to thank me for bringing them out of their comfort zones. Tonight’s class was intermediate, but I always threw something out there that would make them blush. At the end of the class, most thanked me with a promise to return.
The door at the back of the studio slammed, and I turned to see Ramiro jogging over to me.
He stopped in front of me and bent over to catch his breath as he held my phone out to me.
“Someone is trying terribly hard to get ahold of you. It’s been vibrating nonstop.”
Taking the phone from him, I looked down to see a number I didn’t recognize along with fifteen missed calls.
With a shaking hand, I swiped the screen to take the call.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Is this Alora Thompson?” the voice on the other end asked.
“This is.”
“This is Amy from Westwood Lakes Nursing Home. I’m sorry to inform you, but your grandmother passed away this afternoon. You’re listed as her next of kin.”
My knees wobbled, and I reached out to the bar stool to steady myself but missed. Ramiro reached out and caught me before I hit the ground. I couldn’t form a coherent thought as I gasped for air.
Thankfully Ramiro took my phone and responded to the lady on the other end, because I couldn’t.
I thought I had more time; she turned seventy-one this year. I selfishly wanted to go back home with something to make her proud of me since in recent years I’d done anything but that. I’d planned on going home this summer to show her I’d made something of myself, even if she’d balk at the idea of what it was and where I’d learned the skills to teach such classes.
Now I officially had no blood family in this world. My mother and father could still be living, but damn if I knew or even cared to find out.
