From FL.E.S.H. - Flame's announcement on WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a from my erotic contemporary billionaire story – FL.E.S.H.
Scene Set – Pole dancer -Flame goes back on stage and sees a surprising sight. 
Flame flipped open her makeup case, grabbed a tube of strawberry lip gloss, and rolled the sweet lacquer over her lips. Reaching into her bra, she adjusted the ladies, and then sprinkled body glitter on the mounds of her breasts. She turned her back to her mirror, twisting around to sprinkle more glitter onto both butt cheeks, making sure to accent the curve of her ass.She walked out of the room and into the hall that separated dressing room from the side stage entrance. There, she ran through a series of moves to warm up and loosen her muscles. Years of dance training had taught her how to prepare for a show, but being a pole dancer in a dive strip club was not the Lincoln Center she'd imagined. Her right Achilles tendon complained. She pointed and flexed her foot then stretched the back of her leg. How ironic. An Achilles heel had been both Achilles' downfall and hers.Once she felt loose enough to dance, she popped her head into the sound booth and said, "Frankie has deemed that I'm up next. Jade's not dancing tonight. Fell off her heel. Can you put the Pole Dance Six music on?""Flame, honey, your wish is my command." Steve scrolled down the music list and clicked on the requested folder.The music from Passion Fruit's performance faded and applause replaced it. She bumped Flame's shoulder as she exited the stage. "Sorry. Gawd, what a shitty crowd. Brain dead morons are takin' over the world."Flame stepped past her, walked to the pole at center stage, wrapped her fingers around the metal and waited for the first music cue. As the opening chord sounded, she focused solely on her job, spinning around the dance pole, holding on with a hand, a bent knee, or a curved elbow. She stood beside it, lifted her leg as high as she could, rested it on the shaft, and then pulled herself forward into a standing front split. She laid her head on her leg and tossed her hair right and left as she gazed about the bar. Baseball Cap Guy's seat was empty. Probably in the men's room, jerking off.With a twist, she lowered her leg, turned so her back was against the pipe, and kicked off the stage. With her legs spread wide, the black crotch of her thong exposed to all, she swung around the pole. The brilliant stage lights blurred as they seemed to whiz by. She slapped her feet to the floor, dropped to side splits, and humped the floor for several bars of music. When she raised her head, her gaze met two eyes staring intently at her. A small grin hovered over his lips. Forgetting her number one rule, she smiled back. He tilted his head in a small nod.Flame's focus broke. Her pussy clenched. Her nipples strained against the leather bra. No man had ever disrupted a performance like the simple grin on this one's face. She pushed herself to her hands and knees and crawled forward. When she reached the edge of the stage, she shifted to sitting on her heels with her knees splayed. She dragged the nail of her right index finger down the center of her forehead, along her nose, over her pouted lips, between her breasts, along her firm torso, and then over the edge of her leather-encased mound. Reaching up, she ran her fingers through her long red hair and paused with her hands behind her head. There, she waited, displayed for him, knees apart, and breasts pushed forward as if offering herself to his desires.He stood, walked around his table, and stopped before her. A musky scent danced on the air. Reaching forward, he tucked a bill into the edge of her bra, his finger grazing her naked flesh. A shiver raced through her. A moan tickled her throat. The scent lingered after he returned to his seat.A hideous sight eclipsed her view as Baseball Cap Guy stood inches away from her. His beer breath was vile. The leering look in his eyes made her stomach heave. He thrust his groin back and forth. "Wanna play?"With you, creepazoid? Never. Not even if you were the last man alive. Flame jumped to her feet, grabbed the pole, and spun. When she slowed, she kicked hard and flung herself around again. Maybe getting dizzy would erase the disgust growing in her from being that close to Yankee fan. She tried to focus on him, but as she spun Baseball Cap Guy kept returning to her focus.She wanted to think about the stranger. Visualize him. He didn't have a name. He'd never been in the club before. She knew most members by sight. Each had been given a nickname, usually based on their favorite t-shirt or ball cap. The new guy was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, but somehow that wasn't quite right. Suit Man? No. Hollywood? No. Future Husband! Flame stifled a giggle.The music ended. Flame glanced out at the audience, locked gazes with him, smiled, and then turned and scurried off the stage."Oh. My. God." She burst into the change room. "I've just found the man of my dreams. What a hell hole this is, and I've just found the man I'm going to marry."





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