Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
The music changed to something that instantly reminded her of a good fuck. Her head dropped back as she smiled and started to feel every ounce of the dirty rhythm in her hips, shoulders, chest and anywhere else that swung, popped and rolled. The more she moved the easier it came and the sexier she felt, especially with the heat of however many gazes on her. The brunette didn't even notice the few bills dropping at her feet when she started to drop it like it's hot. A giggle escaped her lips when she said it in her mind and remembered high school and the ridiculous song that went along with it. Piper had always seemed to be able to attract a few dancer partners, worthy and unworthy, when she put her hips and skill to use to a bump and grind kind of song.
Suddenly, her focus changed from what she was doing to the blurry, dark crowd that was watching her. The brunette caught a few shouts of, "Get it gurl!" and "Damn gurl, shake that ass!" which made her smile stretch across her lips. Now she wanted to tease them just like a bit of foreplay before the good stuff. When she walked around the pole, one hand gripping it for leverage, Piper would look over her shoulder and bite her lip before slowly grinding or swinging around. Her hair was easy to shake out so it fell in a mess of curls that was easy to toss around and flip however she liked. The heels were the only thing getting in her way since she conveniently forgot she was wearing a dress and continued to flash her peekaboo black, lacy boyshort panties to anyone who was looking that way when she bent over.
Feeling ambitious, Piper jumped up and wound her legs around the pole, locking her ankles and and let herself fall back until she was completely upside down; her skirt flipping over and tickling her chin. Now, if only she could slide down like she saw in a movie once.