Hate Me (Black Mountain Academy)

by Ashley Jade

Jesus fucking Christ. I expected some meaningless booty shaking and a few clumsy spins around the pole. Not this. However, the shit she’s doing is working, because the men are throwing money on the stage hand over fist. My dick thickens when she unzips her pants and slips them down her hips, revealing a white G-string. The move has my fingers tightening around the glass, and I want to kill a motherfucker when she begins unbuttoning her cardigan and it falls open, baring her white cotton bra. She stands up then, stretching the length of her body against the pole before placing it between her perky tits. “Fuck me,” the guy in front of me says. “She’s so hot.” I’ve never been the jealous type, but the thought of other men watching her do this has my blood fucking boiling. Ginger belongs to them… Aspen is mine. She does one leisurely turn around the pole, slipping her sweater off her shoulders in the process. Closing her eyes and gripping the rod, she tips her head back. I sit, hypnotized as her free hand finds the hook of her bra and she unfastens it before spinning around and letting it fall to the floor. She raises her arms over her head—swaying her pert ass—before she turns to face us again, her perfect tits on full display. Glass cracks under my fingers and liquid streams out over my hand and onto the table, but I don’t give a fuck. She does one gradual—deliberate—walk around the pole as the song begins to fade before coming to an end. Aspen comes out of h...