The Pole Dancer

Hypnotic in the way she moves through stellar lights like a goddess in tall candy shoes. With nothing to show and nothing to hide and probably nothing to lose. She gives them her all at the end of the day all the busy boys working late tonight. They come for a show and they go bound for home to a patient oblivious wife. Dandy and sweet in the get-up she dawns...such a perfectly scandallous tease. Flaunting the works with a cheshire cat grin to the beat as she drops to her knees. Staring back into him at the edge of the walk...she spreads her delectable thighs. Her hand slipped between as he's offered a peek tugging her thong to the side. Taking a tip from his teeth with a grin she thrives on every ignorant sucker. Prowling the stage like a lone lady-cat every dog in town clammering to fuck her. Biting her lips sensual cherries they are as her body so rythmacly rolls. Poised like a feind with a moan on her breath slides her pussy along the brass pole. Twirling about like a passionate fit then she throws herself down to the floor...touching and teasing & arching her back leaving every eye lusting for more. Slips off then her top in the pulsating strobes cupping firmly her smooth supple breasts. She gives up a glimpse of his fantasy now but he'll have to imagine the rest. And when the song ends and the lights dim she's gone to some one room apartment down town. Where she'll count up her cash to replentish her stash as the walls all come tumbling down...