Put on a little show.

Not wanting to get any closer to the men than I have to, I opt to stay on stage and give them a little show instead.

Swallowing hard, I start to sway to the soft music filling the club, but shortly, someone changes the song to something considerably more up beat, and cranks the volume way up. My movements are mechanical and stiff, fear gripping me as I try to do what I must.

"Dance like you mean it!" "She must fuck good, cuz she cant dance." "Good grief." And other comments fill the air, making me even more self conscious than I was before.

I close my eyes for several seconds, letting my movements nearly stop completely, I've got to dance, daddy said if I dont do good, I wont see him again.

I take a deep, calming breath, then step towards the nearest poll, taking hold of it and spinning around it. I do my best to ignore everything outside of my dancing.

The jeers seem to fade away around me.

Gyrating my hips, I pull myself close to the poll, my lips mere centimeters away from the chrome pole. I pause, trying to decide how to proceed.