Her heels creaked on the marble floor and her feathered boa was dragged alongside them mopping the footsteps she was leaving behind. Her delicate hands softly touched the pole and her legs were lifted off the ground. She hugged it with her thighs and brought her body closer to the metallic surface. Her naked breasts were squeezed and then freely shown to the crowd as she arched her back, letting the last thing covering her upper body end up on the floor. Her delicate fingers lightly brushed her nipples. A twirl to the right and a swing to the left her shoulders, as if automated wiggling with the music. The young woman slammed a palm on the metal and let her other hand fly behind her in waves with her silver hair almost touching the floor. Her gaze fell upon a man who was sitting on the first row tables.

He smirked at her expression and inhaled hard on the fumes of his cigar. The smoke surrounded her image, blurring his vision. The woman flipped her legs back down and touched the pole with her back. She moved her head from side to side as she slid to the ground, bending her knees and making her way down on the floor. She curled up in a ball and then suddenly popped up like a butterfly, arms in midair. She hugged her shoulders and caressed her belly before separating her fingers rolling them lower to touch her underwear. Her other arm slowly circled behind her neck and reached for that pole again. She pulled up with a quick move and hastily brought both legs forward and at the same time swung backwards. Her moves were mesmerizing the men on the crowd, but especially him, that older fellow who was bewitched by her beauty.

He reached in his pocket and took out his wallet, never losing eye contact. Folding a few dollars neatly in his yellowed fingertips he stood and walked to the edge of the stage. He nodded her closer. The woman slithered on the ground and rocked her hips hurrying towards him and her fingers once again slid on her underwear. She slightly pulled it forward, her eyes half open to look at the guy. He slipped the money on the inside. The paper felt like a rush making her shiver. She threw her head back, neck cracking. The pleasure was immense.

“Come in. Sit on the couch. It’s a bit dusty, but you don’t mind right?” she commented and threw her shoes on the side. She took off her earrings and massaged her earlobes.

“Are we...alone?” he wondered never letting his gaze fall from her caramel molded body. The woman scoffed as she pushed him to sit on the couch.

“Who knows?” she removed her underwear slowly. “Wouldn’t it be fun if we weren’t?” she playfully asked and raised her leg above his to sit comfortably on his lap, riding his growing bulge. The man tried caressing her shoulders but the woman slapped his hands away and squeezed her lips, placing a finger on his mouth.

“No touching!” she leaned forward “...not yet.” she whispered. The man laid back bringing his hands to lock behind his neck, stretching. The woman unbuckled his belt in a hurry and took out his erection. Her face was locked on his lower part and she smiled as she started playing with it. Her eagerness was pleasing to the man underneath her and her actions were very much appreciated by the other party. She licked her lips seductively before bringing the erected organ closer between her legs. Another quick move and both groaned in agony. Her riding was almost similar to her dancing. Soft lift ups, quick rocking forward and – aw, how tight it felt! The man started pushing upward and his hands instinctively reached for his tie. He undid it and threw it around her shoulders. The woman didn’t lose any time; she grasped the piece of clothing and played with it; struggling herself, smelling it or sucking on it. The man was enjoying the show, more than the actual deed.

As her hands went lower on his belly she started thrashing around harder. Her knees were barely touching the furniture below them. The man started feeling closer to completing their little ritual but something felt somehow different than usual. He started breathing heavily and coughed once. His eyes narrowed a bit when he looked down. Her nails were longer than before and sinking inside his belly. Once again he tried grabbing her by the shoulders but something was repelling him. While still in his ecstatic paradise and through the hasty moves of the woman above him, the man saw his belly being penetrated by needle like fingers. There was no blood and no sound as it happened.

“Such a good man” she whispered, her voice hoarse and heavy. His eyes averted from the disgusting sight below him and fell on hers. The ends of her eyelashes were purple and her irises had changed, from the cerulean blue she carried, to a soft honey glazed brown. A tear escaped her, as dark as ink; and rolled on her wrinkly face, ending up being licked by a thick, long dark pink tongue with blisters on it. The woman’s silver hair covered her scratched breasts and underneath the skin the man noticed some red snake-like veins popping and moving around; occasionally escaping her nipples which had huge holes on the tips, like open follicles.

“Such a tasty dish!” she added and her mouth opened wide. For just one moment her hips pinned on his and extracted every drop of his essence. Her moans echoed throughout the halls.

About ten minutes later the performer opened the door and exited with a smile. She brought a thumb on her mouth and cleaned a drop of blood, sucking on it and exhaling in pleasure. Slightly turning her neck on the side she winked at the guy on the couch. The woman made her way to the stage, her heels creaking on the marble floor. The spotlight fell on her and she grabbed the pole swirling around it before running up and hugging it with her thighs. Her arms fell backwards grabbing her neck and then making her way up her forehead, messing her silver hair. Her fingers lowered on her breasts, playfully showing the crowd her erected nipples.

A young man on the front row made his way to the edge of the stage, nodding the woman closer. She softly touched the floor with her hips and slithered towards him, rocking her head from right to left. The man slid a few dollar bills on her underwear and winked at her. The woman’s smirk was wide as she pulled him to the back.

“Come in. Sit on the couch. It’s a bit dusty, but you don’t mind right?” she shut the door behind them slowly.