From the top of the pole I watch her go down/she got me throwing my money around

Vivi was sick and tired of yoga class. It was supposed to be calming and soothing, but she was finding it tedious today.

The instructor hit the gong, signaling the break. Vivi yawned and stretched, then grabbed her water bottle. It was empty. With a roll of her eyes, she untangled her legs and left the yoga room to find the water fountain.

The gym opened up into the main room, where the weight machines and the aerobic machines sat. Vivi’s gaze drifted towards the free weights; she could usually find a muscle man to gawk at and flirt with.

But no, Garrett was over there today, and she felt her stomach drop like she was on a roller coaster. She still paused to admire his gymnast’s body, watching the muscles in his arms and abdomen flexing and toning. It was like tunnel vision, and she had to get to the tiny pinprick of light or she would die.



Garrett chose that moment to acknowledge the feeling of eyes on him, searching for the source. His brilliant blue eyes found Vivi’s. As soon as their eyes locked onto each others’, Vivi winked, and walked away letting her hips sway, suggesting everything naughty her body could offer.

On her way to the water fountain, she passed the aerobics room, and saw the strippercise class going at full tilt. She wished she was there, swinging and writhing on the pole, wearing heels. But that wouldn’t look good for her do-goody image.

She let a sigh escape her lips, and filled her water bottle, sneaking another look at the stripper aerobics class on her way back to yoga.

Back in class, they were doing deep breathing and meditation. Vivi always had a tendency to fall asleep during that part. The room grew quiet as everyone’s chakras aligned and started breathing and concentrated on their posture.
God, this class was silly, Vivi thought as she closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, she was onstage. She smoothed her hands over what amounted to a plaid skirt/g-string mix. Her costume even had a crisp white button down shirt with an edge that skimmed the bottom of her breasts. And what the hell? Pigtails? School girl wasn’t usually her kink.

She entwined herself with the silver pole to her right. On the other side of her, to the left, she spotted Garrett sitting by the stage. He was definitely into the school girl look, by the expression on his face, and the lustful twinkle in his eyes.
He would never, ever look at her like that, I must be dreaming, she thought. Vivi saw him pull a wad of cash from his pocket, and she got to work to earn every dollar he had.

It was extremely hard to not break the no-touch rule. Vivi slunk towards him on all fours, sliding up onto her knees in front of him, getting so close to his face she could feel his breath on her bare skin. Her body swayed, and shook with the beat of the music, with every vibration bringing her just a little bit closer to him. Garrett’s hand twitched, as if he was struggling to keep it from grabbing her, or pulling her clothes off. It was just the effect she wanted.

The hand that held the money moved, sliding a one hundred dollar bill on the stage between her knees. Vivi gave him a wicked grin, and slid back down on all fours, picking the money up with her teeth. She passed the bill into her hand, and slipped it deep into her skirt. Garrett raised an eyebrow, and tilted back in his chair, holding another hundred in his hand. Vivi shook her head, and wagged a finger at him, sliding further away from him.

He peeled another bill off, and looked at her with a killer set of puppy dog eyes. Vivi pouted, and hooked a finger in her mouth, pretending to think about it. She slowly writhed towards him, and sat with her legs hanging off the edge of the stage, spread wide. When his eyes widened slightly, she hopped off the stage, and straddled his lap. His hands, as if on instinct, quickly slipped around her waist and pulled her close. She gasped, and slapped them away, turning her back on him. That only seemed to encourage him.

Vivi had to stifle a giggle as his hands moved up her torso, finding nothing under her shirt. Her head was swimming with sensation. This was dangerous. But, she’d be damned if she made him stop, and damned if she let him continue.

In the distance, a familiar gong sounded, and Vivi’s eyes flew open. Her entire body felt incredibly warm and sensitive, as if she was basking in afterglow. When she caught sight of herself in a mirror, she saw she was blushing slightly. Well, that just wouldn’t do. She slipped out of the room as fast as she could and made a beeline for the locker room. It was time for a cold shower.

On the way, she saw Garrett coming in the opposite direction, fresh and clean from the showers. Vivi felt that drop in her stomach, and a twinge between her thighs. But she couldn’t look away from him; he would take that as a sign of weakness. They brushed past each other; the feel of his skin touching hers sent goose bumps up her arm. Now it was really time for that shower.