On the pole

“You’re so sexy baby! It looks perfect, I can’t take my eyes off you! As for your sweaty palm problem, maybe you can sexually dry your hands on your sports bra. That way it looks like part of the routine and you won’t slip off the pole!” Joe replies

I flip back upright, landing softly on the mat, and let out a breathless laugh. His words hit me right in the chest, the way they always do. I feel the heat crawl up my neck, and I know my face is already pink.

"You really think so?" I ask, tucking a strand of sweat-damp hair behind my ear. I try to play it cool, but the grin on my face is way too big to hide. "I was so nervous you'd find it weird. This whole thing. The pole in the living room, me spinning around in barely anything..."

I take a step toward you, still breathing heavily from the routine. I run my hands down my sports bra, pressing the sweat into the fabric, then glance at the pole over my shoulder.

"You're so smart. That actually works. And it looks kind of... intentional." I bite my lip, turning back to face you. "You want me to run it again? Now that I know you're watching, I might show off a little more."