Page 40 of Captured By Fate

She leans over. “If you want a dance, baby, I’ll give you a show.”

I smirk, not because I’m interested but because it pisses Kelley off. Her eyes widen in anger. Her jaw tenses, and she glares at the other woman on the stage before turning back to me with a smirk.

"Well, then, I guess you don't need me anymore, do you?" She huffs playfully, taking a step back from the pole.

But as soon as the brunette dives onto the stage, starting her routine, Kelley seems to change her mind. Her gaze is fixed on the woman's every move - hips gyrating, legs wrapping around the pole, breasts bouncing to the beat.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, and it only serves to fuel Kelley's fire even more. She shakes her head slightly, taking a deep breath before returning to my side with determination written all over her face.

"You know what?" She whispers in my ear, her breath hot against my neck. "I'll show you both up."

And with that, she struts back towards the stage with purposeful steps that make my stomach drop and my heart race.

The music changes; it morphs into something sultry and provocative - just what Kelley needs to really work her magic. She starts off slow, running her hands up and down her body in a teasing motion that has every man in the room transfixed on her every move.

Her hips sway from side to side as she inches closer to the pole before finally gripping it tightly with both hands. With one fluid motion, she wraps her legs around it like a second set of arms and starts moving upward towards the ceiling.

The crowd gasps collectively as she does so effortlessly what most women struggle with: holding herself up by nothing but strength and determination alone.

Her body is a whip against the steel as she twirls around it slowly at first before picking up speed until she's spinning like a top around the center post - all while keeping eye contact with me this entire time.

The smell of sweat and perfume mixes in the air; everyone here is watching with bated breath. And me? I'm on pins and needles waiting for what comes next because there's no one else I'd rather watch than Kelley McLander performing this kind of act for me under these circumstances.

She dips down low enough for me to see between those toned thighs and subtly bites her bottom lip when our eyes meet again - daring me not to look away or blink even once during this performance.

It's raw power embodied by this woman who climbs higher still until she's standing tall once more above everyone else here - including that other dancer trying so hard for my attention moments ago! But now there's only room for one queen bee here tonight, and that would be Kelley McLander reigning supreme.

I can't resist any longer. I join her onstage, my muscles tense and ready to support my weight as I match her fluid motion step by step.

My body feels alive with desire, the sound of our feet slapping against the shiny floor adding rhythm to the music that reverberates through the room. The crowd erupts in cheers and applause, whistles and hoots of appreciation as we dance together in perfect sync.

Kelley's body is a work of art; she moves with such grace and strength that it takes my breath away. Her long legs wrap around me like silk ribbons twirling around a maypole, her short hair curling around her face like a halo as she dips low enough for me to see between those toned thighs.

Our bodies slide against each other - hot and slick with sweat - sending shivers down my spine. Her eyes lock onto mine, daring me not to look away or blink as we share this intimate moment under the spotlight.

The music reaches its crescendo, building up tension that only breaks when we explode into faster spins together; our bodies become one fluid motion on the stage. Kelley's lithe form ripples with every move she makes, her breasts pressed against my chest adding another level of intensity to this already electric performance.

I can feel her heart racing against my own as we twirl around the central pole faster and faster, soaring higher than before until we seem to defy gravity itself! The crowd gasps collectively as we reach new heights together - our breath coming out in ragged gasps matching our hearts' beating paces.

The taste of her skin is sweaty and salty on my tongue when I nips at her neck lightly, just enough for her to arch back into me even more forcefully. The smell of our combined scents fills the air - a heady mix of sex appeal and adrenaline that has everyone captivated by what unfolds before us.

I looks down at those long legs wrapped securely around my waist; I want nothing more than to taste every inch of this woman who holds herself up effortlessly above me all while keeping eye contact without breaking stride.

Our bodies twirl together seamlessly now, becoming part of one entity dancing across the stage; no longer two but one being soaring ever higher towards greatness. As we reach the very top, Kelly leans back into me, looking like an angel about to take flight from heaven itself.

She turns to face me once more while still standing above everyone else here - including any other dancer vying for attention moments ago! Her eyes sparkle with defiance and triumph as if challenging anyone else who dares try to steal this moment from us.

That’s when I pull away. My desire for her has reached an insurmountable limit. The craving for more takes over and it scares the hell out of me. The moment is over.

With her hand in mine, I pull her off the dance floor, eager to get the fuck out of here and away from these people. We make our way through the throngs of people, who part like the Red Sea under Moses' command.

I take a deep breath to gather my wits as we make our way through the crowd, stepping over discarded shoes and dresses like they're nothing but puddles of fabric. The music continues to thump in the background, providing a sensual rhythm to our stride.

My arm is wrapped around her waist, her hand locked in mine, fingers intertwined as if we were destined to be together forever.

As we approach the exit, I can feel the heat emanating from her body, and it ignites something deep within me. It's intoxicating - like standing too close to a bonfire on a cold night yet not being able to tear yourself away. Her hair is like black silk that shimmer under the dim lighting of the club, tickling my bare skin where it brushes against me.

She seems oblivious to my internal battle; she's still lost in the haze of adrenaline and excitement that comes with performing so magnificently. Or maybe she's just used to it - this constant high that comes from knowing you own whatever room you walk into. Either way, it doesn't matter anymore because now we're outside and finally alone.

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