Pole Dancing (Work)

Faith came home, and she was buzzing. Since she'd started pole dancing classes, she'd dropped the baby weight and then some. Frankly, her body was tighter and more fuckable than it'd ever been.

She'd been coy about the classes, but tonight she was perky and open.

"So, today was interesting," she purred into Douglas's ear when he got home.

"How so?"

"Well, my teacher, Shanequa ..." Douglas froze. He knew that name. She'd given him quite a few lap dances over the years. But he kept from reacting too strongly, and she kept at it. "She said, I should come over to her work place and just try a couple of dances for cash. And I know with your ex-wife, money is hard to come by ..."

"So you became a stripper for the day?" Douglas asked, eyebrows cocked.

"I did!" Faith beamed. "It felt so naughty! There were a lot of black guys there, I didn't even know we had so many, though I've mostly been in the trailer park. Anyway, the manager offered me a job dancing! Isn't that great?"

Douglas felt conflicted. On one hand, she was emerging from a shy babysitter into a sexually vibrant mother, and she had never explored her sexuality. On the other hand, he was half-toying with the notion of keeping her for himself. But as self-destructive as he was, there was only one choice.

"That's great!" Douglas agreed. Faith kissed down his chest and paunchy belly, wrapping her lips around his cock, and Douglas let his mind wander to dark places.