Flame's announcement from FL.E.S.H. on WIP IT UP Wednesday #Wipitup

Scene set - Flame, pole dancer, is performing when someone in the audience broke her concentration.


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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