She felt the air shift as she hooked her long bare legs around the pole in the center of the stage and climbed it near the top. He was here. She didn’t even need to open her squeezed shut eyes to know. As if his pheromones found her through the milky haze of the smoke machine’s output and the sweat of the patrons of the bar, she could scent him from her spotlight.
Keeping her eyes shut, she kept her calves wound tight around the bar and let her body fall backwards gripping the pole with her hands as she did the equivalent to a back flip on the bar before provocatively kicking her feet back this time to land on the floor with her back to the audience in a split.
The cat calls and cheers ramped her energy as she completed her routine with the sultry music of one song. As it ended, she was
