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CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Woman
“One, two, three, four!” Matty calls, counting the beat before the music kicks in.
My stiletto heels drag across the floor as I grab the pole and kick out, hooking my right leg around the pole in a move called an inside hook, followed by an extended fireman. I spin around, loving how sexy I feel when I dance the pole. It’s invigorating, and it’s been helping to rid myself of this excess energy I’ve been feeling of late.
And by energy I mean sexual tension.
I’m wired. Hot and horny. It’s torture.
“Go girl!” Nancy says, clapping encouragingly from the side of the stage where she's been sitting for the last hour, giving me tips, and correcting me as I dance.
She grins at me, and I smile back, grateful for her support. Fuck knows it’s dangerous being here at Nine Lives. Not just for me, but for Matty and Nancy too. If Carter finds out I’ve gone against his wishes and am continuing to learn pole dancing, he’s gonna go fucking apeshit.
“Thank you!” I reply, breathing heavily, sweat sliding down my spine.
When I first started I had no idea how exhausting dancing the pole would be. It’s a whole body workout, and there isn’t a muscle in my body that isn’t used every time I dance. Fortunately for me, I’m fitter and more flexible than most due to all the sparring with Beast and yoga that I do to keep myself supple.
“You want to take a break?” Matty asks, pushing off from the bar and striding towards me with a bottle of water. I step down from the stage, taking it from her and uncap the lid, glugging back half the bottle. She laughs. “Thirsty work, eh?”
“You could say that again,” I agree as Nancy takes my place on the pole and starts doing a series of intricate moves that has me gaping in awe. She spins around the pole, transferring from one move to another effortlessly and making it look far easier than it actually is.
“Dancing pole is an art form really, isn’t it?” I muse, watching her in wonder.
Matty rests her butt against the edge of the table next to me, her long lean legs stretching out in front of her. She’s a beautiful woman. Older than most of the girls who work here by at least fifteen years, but you’d never know she’s in her early forties given her smooth, wrinkle-free skin and perfect hourglass figure. She attributes her youthful appearance to her dark skin tone and respect for her body. Matty doesn’t drink, has never taken drugs and works out at least four times a week. According to her, her only vice is sex.
“It is exactly that. The men who come here do so for the tits and arse. That’s all they see. But like you, I see so much more than that. These women are dancers, not just strippers.”
“Absolutely,” I agree, watching in awe as Nancy flips her body upside down, wraps her legs and feet around the pole then arches her back and uses her core muscles to lift the top part of her body horizontal to the floor. “Nancy’s an incredible dancer.”
“She is, but she’s also not afraid to embrace her sexual prowess.”
“Sexual prowess?” I ask, interested to see where she’s going with this conversation.
“There’s a power in female sexuality that many men are afraid of, intimidated by actually. For a long, long time women weren’t allowed to seek pleasure or embrace their sexual self. They were vessels for bearing children and that was it. God forbid they ever expressed their wants and desires or actually enjoyed sex.”
“That’s bullshit,” I remark, agreeing with her. She’s basically describing Carter.
“There are few men who appreciate a woman who embraces her sexual self. That’s one of the reasons why I’m a lesbian, that and the fact we actually know where to find the clit.”
I laugh at that and she nudges me with her shoulder. “Nancy is popular here because she embraces her sexual self and uses it to her advantage. She’s also got a banging body too.”
I glance over at her. “Are you and her…?”
“Once upon a time. She’s got a new love interest now. She’s quite enamoured with the brute. Loved-up, actually.”
My heart skips a beat, but I try to maintain my cool. “Yeah, who’s the lucky guy?”
“One of Carter’s men. You know him well.”
I take another glug of water, willing myself to calm down. I’m not sure what I’ll do if she says Beast. I like Nancy, but I don’t want to have to rip her eyes out. “Which one?”
Matty grins. “Dom, of course. He’s been chasing Nancy’s tail for some time now. I can’t blame him, she’s a good fuck. One of the best.”
“Ah Dom,” I say, trying to hide my relief behind a beaming smile. “He’s a great fighter.”
“Not the greatest though,” Matty replies with a knowing smile. “How’s Beast anyway? It’s been a while since he’s popped into the club. We’re all wondering if he’s got a woman.”
