Seduced

Aletta moved through her routine, running one last rehearsal before tonight's show, when Blue walked into the empty club looking for distraction. She told Blue to keep her distance, but Blue stepped onto the stage anyway and reached for the pole. She made a clumsy circuit, hips swinging, then caught Aletta's eye and swung again, lower this time. The silk of her skirt slid up her thighs. Heat pooled between Aletta's legs, sudden and insistent. She set the music lower. Blue stepped closer, the pole between them. A single strap slipped from one shoulder; neither woman bothered to fix it. Mouths met, hands tangled, and the pole took their weight as they pressed together. Fingers pushed fabric aside, found slick folds. They forgot the floor routine. Breasts met cool metal. Thighs spread, heels kicked free, and wet sounds filled the empty room while the night ahead slipped out of mind.