Electrified(7)

The thong crept farther into no-man’s land as she stretched her leg higher up the pole, giving her audience a hint of the goodness underneath. Just a hint. Everything else was left to the imagination. She knew how to show just the right amount of skin.

It was the beginning of her act but Sienna’s skin was already glowing, compliments of her signature sparkling body lotion. Every inch of her skin from the neck down was waxed smooth; the veteran dancers had taught her about this in the beginning.

The lotion was all Sienna from the beginning, though. Most of the other girls used baby oil to make themselves look sweaty, but she didn’t like that look. Sienna Flower was sparkly, iridescent, soft, luscious…yet very untouchable.

Sienna lowered her leg and swung around the pole twice with her eyes closed and a sensual pout on her lips. She knew what she was doing. This had been her life for the last several years, six nights a week. Playing Sienna Flower, enticing her audience with something in between innocent mystique and overt sexuality. Being a good girl with the moves of a seductress was her calling card.

She might not have believed this would be her life a decade ago, but it was, right down to the tiny tattoo of a flower permanently imprinted underneath her right collarbone.

Her moves had become more flawless as the years went on, but she finally learned it was her innocent eyes coupled with her illicit moves that captured her audience.

Sienna’s persona was her very own suit of armor. They would never find Lila here. Lila would have never dared to be in a place like the Tunnel.

The music sped up, snapping Sienna to full attention. She moved away from the pole, strutting up and down the front edge of the stage, and running her gaze along the faces of a few men watching. All the while she stared straight into the crowd, creating the feeling she was looking into the soul of each individual, reading their wants, and focusing on them and them alone.

With a flick of her hip and a toss of her hair, Sienna was back in the middle of the pole, hanging upside down, her bustier firmly in place with just enough of her breasts spilling out of the top while she was inverted. A quick flip had her climbing up to the top of the pole before sliding down in one quick motion.

Once firmly back on the ground, she took her right hand and seductively pushed the hair out of her face while holding on to the pole with her left. Slowly, she snaked toward the ground with her legs bent on either side of the phallic symbol, pushing and rubbing herself up against it. She knew the audience assumed it felt good and that she was getting off. She wasn’t.

When Lila became Sienna, she gave up the quest to ever really feel good. This was about survival for Sienna, though she did take pleasure in making others feel good. Sienna knew it was sick, but the smiles of appreciation did something to her. She had never really been appreciated; now she could make others glow and be valued in a twisted way, but important nonetheless. Men, women, and couples all came to see her, and she made their fantasies come to life. It was true beauty.

Disturbing, but it still made Sienna happy.

The music was coming to an end. It was Thursday, so Sienna only danced one act. The only nights she did two were Friday and Saturday. She used to do a double every night, but once her popularity exploded, Asher decided she should save her doubles for the weekend.

Weekdays and Sundays, Sienna went on around eleven, but Fridays and Saturdays, she was front and center at midnight and once again in the early hours of the morning. By two a.m. Mondays, she was truly off.

During the week, when it was only slightly less crowded, Sienna worked the room once or twice a night, saying hello personally to some parties and flashing a seductive smile at whoever looked her way. It was impossible to do this during the craziness of the weekend, and Asher, with her input, had decided long ago, there was too much pawing at Sienna during weekend nights.

She was hands-off, no lap dances, and no touching. Sienna was for looking and fantasizing only. The most expensive eye candy out there, the stuff sexual dreams were made of was who Sienna Flower was in and out of the club.

Years ago, she didn’t realize leaving her old life would mean never really being able to live fully. Since then, she played a role and never broke character in order to remain breathing. She never bared who she truly was because she actually had no idea.

Sienna went up the pole one more time at the end of her act. Her legs were once again wrapped tight around the pole, her gold stilettos pointed toward the ceiling, ass pointed to the audience. She didn’t need to twerk or hump the floor. She just looked seductive while entangled with the pole or performing her signature dance moves, and she had the whole crowd riveted.

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