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Pole Dancing

Copyright© 2025 by Ariana

Chapter 2

True Story Sex Story: Chapter 2 - After my intimate date with Larry, whom I had known for several months, he suggested that I visit his gentlemen's club to try pole dancing. With his keen eye for spotting potential dancers, he thought I would excel at it. He said, "Come by, and let my trainer work with you to see if you enjoy it." I thought, "Why not? It could be fun." I was surprised when I received a threatening note to stop copulating with members.

Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Mystery   Workplace   Cream Pie   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Nudism   Prostitution  

At 9 AM, I walked into the gentlemen’s club and met Janet. She was slim and trim, with all the right curves—a real looker—and, best of all, super friendly. She started me off with some videos, and we chatted about a lot of the things I needed to know. Finally, we went out to the stage, which had three poles. She played some music and showed me how to make a few simple moves; it was a lot like ballet— oh so graceful, keeping my toes pointed, and so on. She taught me how to hold the pole with the back of my knee and how to spin around it gracefully. We worked for about an hour, and then she said that was enough for today. She asked if I could come back every day at the same time, and I agreed, saying, “Sure, no problem.” She told me I was doing well and that I was a natural with poise and grace.

As the day unfolded, I dedicated myself to executing each of my movements with a sense of elegance, fully embracing the art of flair and grace. The clock struck 1 PM, signaling the time for my much-anticipated lunch date and intimate time with Frank. He has been a significant part of my life for nearly two years now, and our weekly meetings have evolved into a comfortable routine. Frank, with his easy smile and captivating conversations, has truly become a cherished companion. Our lunch dates often feel more like intimate gatherings where we share not just meals but stories, laughter, and sex, and he is always excellent.

Every morning for the next week, Janet worked with me on the art of pole dancing. At the end of the week, she said, you’re ready to learn your short routine. How about you learn a short routine, and tomorrow night, we’ll have you perform it at 8 PM on pole number three. It will be a short routine of five minutes that you will do three times to make it a fifteen-minute show. I said I’m all for it if you think I can be ready. Oh, you’re ready? Janet said, ‘Give me two hours today, and we will be prepared to go.’

Janet leaned in close and spoke in a quiet, secretive voice. “This is a Gentleman’s club, so they expect exciting and bold performances; they expect to see some tits and ass,” she said, her eyes shining with mischief. “For your first routine, you’ll wear a revealing two-piece outfit. It will include a daring G-string and sleek panties, along with a top that shows just enough to keep everyone’s attention on you.”

She paused for a moment, gauging my reaction before continuing. “In your second act, you’ll create a wave of anticipation as you seductively peel away that tiny top, revealing what lies beneath. And for the grand finale, you’ll entice the audience as you slowly remove your panties, culminating with just that daring G-string clinging to you. How does that sound?”

With a rush of excitement, I replied that it felt like an exhilarating challenge, and I was ready to embrace the thrill of it all. After all the cam shows I have done, this should not be a problem.

As we rehearsed my short routine, I meticulously synchronized every move with the vibrant music they had carefully selected. Janet, with her usual enthusiasm, declared, “Alright, let’s head to the dressing room for a dress rehearsal!”

Stepping inside, I was greeted by the sight of a stunning new costume that Larry had chosen just for me. The fabric shimmered under the soft lights, almost teasing the eye as I slipped out of my clothes in front of Janet. As I donned the dazzling outfit, she inspected it with an approving nod and exclaimed, “This fits you like a glove! You look incredibly hot and sexy!”

With a confident smile, she guided me to the starting point. “This is where you’ll begin. When the music kicks in, walk seductively over to pole number three and let your performance flow just as we practiced.”

I met her gaze and responded with a sense of excitement, “That sounds perfect!”

Janet started the music, and I walked with grace to pole #3 and began my 15-minute routine. When I finished, Janet said I did a great job and that I should keep doing the show the same way; I’ll be a hit.

 
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