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ROSE ALLISTER Copyright © 2012 Chapter One Brandi bent her lithe body clean in half, knowing her red, sequined thong did only a marginal job of covering her crack as she shook her ass at the crowd of boisterous males. She grabbed her ankles and stuck her head between her widely spread thighs, blowing a kiss at the crowd before righting herself to slide her hands seductively along the pole beside her. Pole work had always been her preferred choice for dancing. The phallic prop gave her something erotic to work off of and helped steady her gyrations in the painfully high heels she wore. More importantly, it gave her something to focus on other than the leering audience. Ugh. It wasn’t much of a concession, but at least it was something.
She dipped her head close to give the pole a fake lick, getting her tongue as close as she could to pull off the illusion without her mouth actually touching the metal. God knew how many dancers sweated or coughed on it.
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