'Exercising' for the first half-hour

Now that you're living in the city you haven't done as much outdoor activities as you used to and you wonder if you might start to lose some tone. You've always been proud of how fit and flexible you are. Maybe your muscles aren't that strong, but as a neighbour once told you, 'tha men pay for big titties, not big muscles'. You never did figure out why she phrased it that way, but she was kind enough to teach you about yoga and pole dancing. Not that it helped you in the breast department.

Reluctantly you stand up and start your routine, not bothering to put on clothes. If you did you'd just get them dirty and that'd add to the laundry bill. Much better to do it au natural. Besides, as your neighbor pointed out, 'if'n yer naked I kin see ev'rythin'. I'll jes' film it so'z you c'n see yer mistakes after.' It was great having her coach you. Most days you'd be over there doing long workouts while she positioned you this way or that, filming it so you could see your mistakes. Half of the time she'd have a guy there with her, a boyfriend who had also been in 'the business', as she called it. From what you gathered she'd once been a model and film star, but you never did figure out which ones.

One of the first things you did after moving to the city was to find a second-hand dancing pole. Or rather, Jacob did, after you told him how you used to keep in shape. Thanks to a few police raids for prostitution, and a final raid by the health department for diseases, or something, the strip joint that it used to belong to went under. Jacob got a great bargain for it, although it did leave you a few hundred bucks short, and a trio of cute, but rough-looking, guys delivered it shortly after Jacob helped you got your apartment. It was the first time you'd cheated on Jacob, but it hadn't really been your fault. Jacob had told them you'd tip them, and you didn't have any extra money so they suggested you give them a few dances, then a lapdance each, and, well, one thing led to another, and it wasn't until the next morning they left.

Stepping up to it, you can see as usual that the well-used its brass has lost its shine, even though Jacob had assured you "Tthe strippers scrubbed it all over, top to bottom until it was glistening" It kind of smelled bad, but Jacob had given you some 'natural-based' polish that you put on it just before using it. It didn't make the pole any shinier, but it did seem to make it taste better. One day, you tell yourself, you'll scrub it a thoroughly as the strippers did and it'll shine again. But as usual you relegate that to another day

After a week without a good fuck your mind drifts to the three men who'd delivered the pole, then to the five boys from yesterday and what they might have done. You take out your sexual frustration on the pole, grinding your pussy against it like your mentor taught you, relentlessly scrubbing your bald cunt up and down like it's the world's biggest dick. Looking at your obscenely gyrating self in the mirror you smile, almost wishing it wasn't one-way, or that the other crystal-clear windows weren't tinted on the outside. There were so many of the floor-to-ceiling windows that three separate apartment buildings had an amazing view into your flat.

As happens so often while exercising like this your pussy began to feel excruciatingly sensitive, your crotch burning for release. But like usual, without an actual cock you just couldn't find your release, just sparks of pleasure that came agonizingly close, only to leave you feeling further away from satisfaction than when you started.

Somehow you managed to tear yourself away instead of spending an hour or two just humping the pole like you've done in the past. "Doctor," you gasp to yourself, and miraculously listen, pulling away from the pole with shaking knees, resisting the near magnetic draw

"Half an hour," you sigh, glancing at the clock, then down at your sweaty body. "Might as well take a shower."

So thinking you grab your thin little robe and your bathroom kit before heading out the door to the showers.