Page 39 of Firecracker

“Alright. Alright. Alright…” Ginger sounds like Mathew McConaughey in the movie, “Magic Mike.”

“Let’s give it up for our girls from the West Virginia Chapter.” The crowd erupts when the four girls make their way around the stage. Two of them get snatched up by men throwing them over their shoulder, claiming them with a smack on the ass, which gets more catcalls and whistles from the crowd.

Ginger’s voice sounds again. “Okay, now we have a very special guest here, all the way from SoCal. She’s best friends with our girl, Legs. And, well, when we found out that she’s the reason our Legs knows how to dance we told her she had to dance for us. So, without further ado, please welcome Firecracker to the stage. Remember, club rules, do not touch the dancer at any time during her performance.”

I’m pissed at Quick for saying that about Dallas. I search the crowd for Dallas when I see him, our eyes connect, and he smiles big showing me his beautiful white teeth.

Mother. Fucker. But how?

I smile back and make my way to the stage ignoring Quick. Men move, letting me through the mass crowd with whistles, some have words of encouragement, and of course, you have the dirtballs talking shit, which I ignore.

I give Ginger a hug and take off my sweater, which gets more hoots and hollers. I rock my neck back and forth while stretching my arms and I wait for the beat to drop. I’ve chosen three songs that mean something to me about this weekend. The first one being “Dark Horse” by Katy Perry.

When the first song sounds through the speakers, everyone cries out with their approval. I move seductively around the pole doing a few walkarounds that lead into a few body spirals before I stop, landing in front of the pole, facing the crowd.

Going along with the song, I act like Aphrodite with some Madonna strike a pose moves as I lean back against the pole. I start to slide down into a crouched position spreading my legs wide, showing my lace covered pussy before sliding back up the pole. The men are hypnotized as I snap my hips side to side, extending my arms and snapping my fingers at each side my hip goes to.

I planned on doing a combination of a few really hard drops but need to get my body warmed up with the smaller stuff. I look out to the crowd seeing the girls up at the front of the stage, and I smile. I do a couple of different styles of death drops from the top of the pole, and the crowd’s going berserk. My body is humming to the music, becoming one with the pole. Men think it’s about sex or being sexy but for me, it about technique, form, strength and overall precision. You must know the song and know when to execute your trick and know what body part goes where and ultimately what move is next.

To end the song, I move all the way to the top of the pole putting myself into an inverted climb locking my knees in a double knee brace. I lower my arms down positioning myself upside down. Hanging there, my tits almost pop out of my dress. I run my hands up and down my body, gripping my tits, I move my hands back up over my face into my hair before I drop, catching myself in a shoulder mount right before hitting the ground.

The room erupts in cheers as the next song mixes in and I lower my body down into the splits. “Don’t Cha” by The Pussy Cat Dolls, sounds throughout the room. I bend forward still in the split as I start to crawl toward the crowd, singing the song. Right when I’m next to the edge, I do a couple floor moves. As I’m bent over in front of them, I point to Izzy giving her the cue to head up. I lift my dress seductively until it reaches my head where I rip it off throwing it to the crowd, leaving me in nothing but my very tiny and very see-through matching lace panties and bra.

When I see Izzy standing by the pole, I saunter toward her with a smile. I grab the chair that Ginger had placed on stage moving it next to the pole. As I bend down, I unlock the pole so it can swivel. Most of Quick’s chapter members have moved to the stage, placing themselves in the front row. I dance around placing myself behind Izzy and begin to touch her body. I tease her dress up slowly, feeling her body all the way up, ripping it off over her head, tossing it to the crowd hitting Gus in the face. He smiles giving me the ‘you better behave’ look.

Izzy is a good foot taller than me with her stilettos on, but I turn her to the crowd, bending her over slapping her ass, I slide my hand up and over her ass slipping my middle finger between her ass cheeks giving them a good show. I smack her ass again before turning her around pushing her into the chair.

As I crouch in front of her, and she laughs. “You sneaky little bitch.”

I laugh, spreading her legs wide. “What?”

I stand, placing my foot on the chair between her legs, taking a step, so I’m standing up on the chair facing her. I give her a little sexy dance. She leans her head back looking up at me laughing. I twist my arm, gripping the pole, lifting my body into a deadlift twisting my body into a flag while swinging with the pole. Once I clear Izzy’s head, I invert into the splits against the pole while the pole makes another circle around Izzy. I climb up the pole doing a few more moves, but each time I pass Izzy’s head, I make sure my move is high enough to clear her body. She has her head tilted back looking up at me, but I see her touching herself - giving them all a show as well. Timing it perfectly when I extend out landing back down onto the chair facing the crowd this time.

As the second song ends, I place my hand over my heart and wait for the beat of the last song to sound. When it does, I start to move my hands like it’s beating. The song, “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails, has the club crying out again with approval.

I turn around grabbing the pole as I lean my body over her. I start to thrust into Izzy. It looks like I’m fucking her face, but I’m actually telling her what we’re going to do next. Placing my hands onto the back of her chair, Izzy reaches up grabbing my tits as I kick myself upward into a handstand on top of the chair. Our heads are next to one another. Izzy reaches up, gripping my arms, and I lean my body back into a backbend clipping the pole with my boot first and then sliding the pole between my legs. Once the pole is secure, I let go of the chair, flipping myself up onto the pole. Izzy gets up, moving the chair away.

I’m almost at the top of the pole when Izzy swirls around below me. We used to do a lot of pole art dancing which is two people using the same pole doing moves in sync or forming ourselves into a crazy design with our bodies.

When I move into a Superman, she knows the routine, and it’s like we’ve never been apart. Each move is precise and detailed. We hear the girls freaking out with excitement. We move in unison, never missing a beat. The last three minutes of the song is instrumental, and toward the end, she grips the pole just below me, and we both slide down the pole on either side landing into the splits, which has the room screaming so loud we can barely hear the end of the song.

Izzy gets up grabbing my hand and hugs me. “I fucking love you girl. You haven't pole danced lately - my ass. That was fucking amazing.”

“Well, I had to lose the baby fat somehow,” I reply laughing.

We both turn to the crowd and take a bow before walking to the edge of the stage. Ginger’s screaming in the mic for everyone to calm down. The girls grab us hugging both of us, but I only have eyes for Quick who has moved to the front of the stage next to Gus. The look on his face is purely carnal, and he’s about ready to pounce on his prey as he fingers me to come over to him.

My body’s pumped full of adrenalin. I’m still processing what we just did, but my mind is only on Quick. My smile widens, and I feel a huge weight come off my shoulders.

I feel free, and God, I am happy. I can do what I want and be happy. I am going to be okay.

Ginger announces Izzy will be continuing to dance if we could all settle down. I move toward Quick and as soon as I’m in reaching distance he snatches me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I laugh, loving every minute of it. I push up off his ass looking to everyone as we pass. I get a few smacks on the ass. I see Izzy wave and head to the pole for the next song.

I can’t stop laughing, knowing where he’s taking me, I just relax against his body letting him be the caveman he needs to be. Once we’re in the elevator, he sets me down, pinning me up against the wall, smashing his mouth to mine. He’s so crazed with lust he’s grunting and groaning with one hand grabbing my tit while the other one slips into my panties, finding me ready for him. I grab his cock over his pants, and he breaks the kiss. “Jesus Christ, Ruby. I can’t wait.” He unzips his pants just as the door dings, opening to his floor.

He grabs my hand, urgently pulling me to his room, still undoing his pants. He lets go of my hand to unlock the door swatting my ass, pushing me into his bedroom.

I turn around ready for him to pounce. He’s rolling a condom on, still fully dressed, with his pants open. He pulls me to him pushing me up against the wall.

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