Chapter 8: Art Form

Aubrianne Ivanov POV

**WARNING** Slight sexy times

On stage, I continued a buildup of torturous teasing to lead up to the big finale. Showing off my skill on the pole, I stretched my hand, aimed higher up the stripper pole, and pulled myself up the pole again. My legs now extend downwards like I am almost standing in the air.

However, I make it look effortless, but believe me, it is not. I am holding myself up with my hands, my body flexing sexily, walking in the air, and striking a few poses.

I have acquired a newfound respect for dancers. It took me months to perfect my moves and skills on the stripper pole. When I started, I never even dared to venture up on the Stripper pole as I had no upper body strength and did not know where or how to begin.

I would stay on the ground and give lap dances, and the pole tricks came six months later, after hours and hours of practice on a nightly basis.

Moving on in my routine, I expand on my position, back now touching the pole, holding myself with one hand, and in one smooth movement, I push backward, back arch, lift, and spread my legs wide open.

More outbursts when I took it further and continued all the way back, legs going with me till I was upside down. I did a few sultry leg and waist movements before slowly gliding back down the pole.

I was still upside down and went right into a headstand and performed all the possible leg movements for this position, then…

I flip over into a full split and lift off the ground slowly again and again, each time bending forward further as my butt eventually sticks up and moves up and down as I continue my motion.

Then, in one movement, I sat, brought my legs together, and I leaned back on my elbows.

Lifting both legs, I sensually move them about, toes pointing, back arch. I tease and tantalize again, making eye contact with another, then another, smiling, winking, and enjoying every minute of my seduction.

Lying flat on my back now, I lift my legs and move them in a fluid motion like I am slowly pedaling, then I lift them straight over my head, my hands moving down to grab my butt and then seductively caress the back of my legs, moving up to my carves.

Feet back still over my head, I pushed up some more, almost on my neck, as I held my back and went over, landing smoothly on my toes and sliding slowly down to my stomach.

I sexily roll back on my back, bringing my knee up; I then place my feet on the ground, pushing my pelvis up in the air. Then I did some sexy waist movements and did that thing where I rolled my belly doing a little belly dance.

Soon I changed position, rolling onto my side. I did some more leg work, got a bit acrobatic mixed in with some yoga, and then sat up.

I am fully in the zone, consumed by the music, and I let it guide me and soothe me, relaxing my limbs as I move methodically to each beat.

My eyes continuously scan the crowd once in a while, making eye contact, giving my best bedroom eyes, seducing a particular patron, and then moving on to the next.

I then got onto my knee and bent over, giving a doggy-style view of the goods. I roll my hips, body, and stomach sexily, dipping my head down and pushing my legs out and up.

I then crawled on my knees, toes pointing up, moving a little faster and hungrier this time, seeking out the thrill, maintaining eye contact, as I glided back and forth, sliding forward, pushing my front down, pelvis almost touching the ground.

Then I got back in the sitting position, and I whipped my hair from side to side, slowly gyrating and moving back and forth as I touched myself painfully slowly, which I fully know just heightened their anticipation as I held the gaze of as many patrons as I could.

Then, in a sudden sexy movement, I stoop and gyrate, rolling my waist very seductively, moving around in a circle, and extending the view for as many patrons to see, doing different little tricks as I go.

I paused before my hand gripped the pole, then pushed backward, pushed my pelvis up, and my knees opened and closed before I lay flat on my back again.

I seductively arched my back a couple of times, then slid sultrily, flat on my stomach again, and this time without warning, I pushed my butt up and stood on my toes, legs spread apart. I rest on my bent neck and hands spread out in that position.

I open my legs more expansively, slowly bringing one leg up with the other, almost doing another split upside down in that position. Then I dropped to the ground slowly and softly. With all my upper body strength, I made it look so simple.

I carried out a few more of those sexy, sultry moves on the floor. Then, I crawled my way back up the pole slowly and seductively, pausing ever so often to flip my hair, run my hands through it, arch my back, hold another patrons' gaze, my go-to as I carried out more techniques on the pole and the eruptions continued to roar through the club.

Looking people in the eye was never my strong suit. I was timid only because of my childhood. But now? It was a completely different story because, now, I had friends who did not betray me at every turn. I had friends I could rely on who encouraged me in my goals and did not bring me down.

Jada was a true champion, taking on a mothering role even though she was only three years older than me. She never even liked me taking a day off from school. It was not allowed, then, I couldn't strip anymore.

She would always threaten, saying, "the moment you cannot keep up, like, if you start missing too many days and failing at classes, you are out!"

Nevertheless, I did the most on the pole, from propelling round and round to seamlessly changing positions to flipping upside down to giving the illusion that I was falling but would suddenly stop midway down, and the crowd would gasp, and loud cheering would erupt.

After a few more moves up the pole, I was back on the ground and wanted to spend time here. In a standing position, facing the crowd, I teased, lifting my hands in a sexy way, then caressing my hands, neck, and legs.

I continue with an onslaught of seductive movements on the floor, shifting to all kinds of positions, slowly and seductively teasing as I go, moving to the beat. My body just continued to glide across the floor, back arching, hair whipping, legs spread wide, entirely splitting. I mean, your girl was on fire, move after move.

It was an art form, one in that I excelled at. Up here, on this stage, I was in charge and in total control. I elicited the response I was getting from the onlookers. Me!

I carried on for a few more songs, where I commanded the stage, all eyes being on me, never leaving, the stage just continued to fill up with the money, and confessions of love and admiration filled the air, proposals flying left and right and it just continued to fuel me and edge me on.

This is why I continued down to the floor and worked every inch of the club, not leaving an area untouched by my presence.

It would be a misfortune...

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Authors Note:

Hely Lovelies,

I almost gave up on this chapter, scrapping it altogether and moving on straight to the next chapter. But it didn't feel right. I started something and wanted to finish it even though I struggled.

It was a difficult chapter to write. The strip scene was a challenge. I do hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know your thoughts in the comments.

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