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spinrightround (spinrightround) wrote in pandorarpg,

The skirt landed on the stage, and her hands caressed her exposed arse cheeks which were divided only by the scrap of material of her red, lacy knickers. With a final swivel, she lifted back up to stand, but only long enough to wrap her right leg around the pole so that she could bend backwards.

Her back arched, arm outstretched, as she nearly reached the floor. Her breasts heaved in their lacy confinement which displayed them quite nicely for her audience.

There were so many men around her, all she could see were faces and hands and bodies all over the place. There were men of different colours, different hair, some with beards and some clean shaven. She never paid attention to the details, only to the knowledge that they were there cheering for her.

She didn't care what Melinda thought - holding so many men in her spell was the most empowering thing she'd ever known.

Still hanging from the pole, her hands moved to the back of her bustier, and with a few deft movements, the material came apart. She flung it out into the crowd, allowing them a perfect view of her naked breasts.