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"I haven't been on a pole in a while," I whispered, glancing over at him in nothing but a red thong and heels.

"I got faith in you, Babygirl.”

I bit my lip and took a deep breath, letting the music filter through my bones. I rolled my hips slowly at first, teasing him like I did on his birthday.

Kenyon sat on the couch, arms draped over the cushions, looking at me like I was the only thing he wanted to see. His smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, a silent promise that he didn’t care how long it had been. I swung my leg around the pole and arched my back, sliding down slowly while keeping my eyes locked on his. Kenyon shifted in his seat, his jaw clenched tight, making me feel like I had all of him in the palm of my hand.

There was a rush in knowing this performance was just for him. Kenyon was a pro at wisping bills through his fingers, but tonight, he struggled.

As I spun again, faster this time, I caught his eye. "How am I doing?"

Kenyon didn’t respond with words. The way his eyes darkened and his body leaned forward spoke louder thananything he could have said. I landed in front of him, dropping to my knees in a smooth motion, crawling toward him slowly.

"Too good,” he finally said, his voice hoarse, as his hand reached for mine, “Come here.”

I smiled and slid into his lap, my heart racing as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.

“I need to feel you.”

“Kenyon!” I whined, feeling his dick stiffen beneath me.

“You did it. Being all sexy and shit.”

“We can’t miss Rajah’s performance.”

“I’m worried about my own performance right now, so stop wasting time making me beg,” he smirked, licking and kissing my neck. “Please, Babygirl.”

Lifting my hips, I accepted his invitation because it was hard to resist begging for a piece of me. It wasn’t just the act of sex that I enjoyed so much but the intimacy that came with it. Kenyon needed a good time tonight, and who was I to say no when there was nothing he wouldn’t do for me?

The end.

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