Darkness
just a small glimmer of light as the music begins
sultry, deep, bass
into the light moves a leg
stockings black and shiny
her body follows
red lace catching the glint from the spotlight as she moves
breasts high in tight bodice
movements slow and measured in time to the beat
heat moving from flesh to meet the mens gazes
Silk gloves, sliding down
and off
over pink tipped nails
sweat glistens on her neck as she commands the stage
feet graceful as silver studs pop open
she holds the material in front of her like a shield
then it slides in a heap to the floor
men pant in the heat
eyes squinting in the dark
drinks forgotten as pure sex is offered
but not in reach
her back to them now
perfect cheeks move back and forth
dark v on show as she bends and sways
music speeds the band demented
her body swings faster
breasts glistening and leaving moisture on the silver pole
tongue out in concentration she licks her lips
holding the stiff metal between her legs
she slides up and down
in a travesty of copulation
a man coughs but is ignored
her eyes closed as she simulates desire
of each one watching
in their minds
passion denied at home
passion forgotten in some

passion
at a price
the music pitches
she cries out
and moans
acting out her own frustration
back arched
hands grasping the fake erection
the music stops
she stops
head bowed
chairs scrape the floor
glasses clink
orders shouted across the bar
the men look around, embarrassed in the sudden light
legs crossing and uncrossing self consciously
one man looks for her
she has left
and no-one knows her name

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