Gerry watched as the floor finally emptied. The Den was a dark strip club, with a well stocked bar and a select few dancers who kept guest well entertained. His guests.
Gerry watched as the last few girls gathered their things, and took leave. The new girl, Maria, had caught his eye, and he wanted her. Tonight he would have her.
As she finished dressing, Gerry rapped lightly on her door. 'Maria' he called to her, 'could I see you on stage for a few moments?'
He waited for her lithe frame to appear, and smiled at her congenially. She was a picture; young, sexy, long dancer's legs and supposedly unavailable. That would change soon.
"A patron or two happen to mention your pole dance routine, and while I wasn't aware of this before, I'd like to see your moves, especially if my guests are speaking so highly of you'.
He didn't wait for her reply, rather, her took her wrist firmly but lightly and led her back on to the dimly lit stage. The lights were now out across the main floor and only a dim spot on the pole allowed for sight. As she gripped the pole and and began to dance Gerry slipped in the shadows to watch. She was amazing. Her moves could arouse a dead man, and he wanted her even more. He moved almost behind her, watching, knowing she wasn't quite aware of his position relative to hers.
As her wrists crossed the pole at the close of her routine, Maria felt the cold kiss of steel as Gerry handcuffed her to the pole.
'Time for you to learn a new routine, Maria' he whispered
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