...I let out a small gasp as the sight of a metal tube between two glorious long legs greeted me. The high-pitch of my voice shocked me too. As I became aware of the situation I found myself in it slowly dawns on me that the curvy, long and tanned legs gripping the pole so sensuously were mine and I was upside down. That would explain the great weight which felt as if it was tugging on my chest. Damn. Mark's machine had backfired again. That would teach me for wandering off into fantasy. I must be that whore...
My stomach started to sink, but before I could get too morose the beat of the music started again and this body's instincts took over again. Almost without thinking I raised my top up and pulled myself close to the pole, carefully placing my two giant breasts either side of the cold metal of the pole. The sensation it made on my skin caused my nipples to stand out erect against the tight lycra of my white bra. My skin was so soft, smoother than it ever been in any incarnation of Simone.
As I began to take in the seedy atmosphere of the club and my eyes adjusted to the bright lights I began to notice the punters in there. Several greasy, fat old guys, one with a girl with him were sat, their tongues almost hanging out at the edge of the platform I was currently writhing on, dollar bills tumbling out of their hands. At a table on the other side were a bunch of younger, fitter looking guys who were clearly the worse for wear. Subconsciously my body reminded me to make a beeline for them later. Then almost hanging on the stage was one geeky looking scroat, lining up dollar bills. "This'll be the closest he gets to a girl in years", I found myself smirking inwardly.
The beats of the music sped up and I found myself grinding my pert butt towards the group of older guys. I reached behind as I swayed in time with the tune to massage my beautiful smooth curves. How could this be me? I thought to the Roger side of my mind. What was worse was I knew just how hot this body was and what it looked like. It was all there in my minds eye - the little girl's voice, the flowing blonde hair, the long sensual legs & soft curves of the calves, the pert, bouncy butt, the flat, firm stomach and the enormous breasts. Just thinking about myself in this form stimulated one side of my brain. The costume I was wearing made me take more chances on this pole. I knew from the senses this body had that it was it's favourite, the tiny tight cotton sports shorts, the white suspenders and tiny knit fishnets and this tiny bra complemented my bronze skin perfectly.
Then I shocked even myself as I slipped off the white bra. A cheer went up across the dingy smoke-filled room and dollar notes came floating to my feet. I knew I was going to give them a show as I went close up to one old guy, cupping my naked breasts so close to him I could feel his rancid breath. I was completely disgusted at the sweat and wrinkles on his rough face, but at the same time excited by the warmth of his breath on my firm erect nipples.
Then I was on the pole again, swinging and swinging this fit young body to the delight of these men. I knew from being Roger that all of them would want me. And want me there and then. Still now, I stretching the full extent of my curvy body down the pole towards the ground, my breasts jutting out for all to see. I reached up then and toyed with my thumbs in the sides of my tiny, tiny revealing little sports shorts and rested them towards the base of my hips, hinting so obviously at the delights below. Then the music stopped.
Instinctively, to great applause from the crowd I lowered myself from the pole, picked up my bra to put it on and then gathered the soiled notes from the stage floor. Catching sight of the geek he looked like he'd just come in his pants.
As I was almost done, and the next girl, who I knew was called Shelly (somehow) came to the platform wearing a cowboy kit I felt a twang on the back of my bikini and then the small shorts. Then I felt the roughness of a note against the small of my back, almost in my crack and also against my back. Shrieking again I turned on the guy who'd put notes down my clothes. "Watch it!" I was secretly delighted at the feel of someone pawing on me, but slightly disgusted too. Against the rules. Strutting off the platform I felt a touch on my shoulder....