Proud to be a Poler

‘Those are stripper poles,’ Anna-Lee finished decisively.

‘Stripper poles?’ Ginni said.

‘Indeed they are,’ Anna-Lee said, ‘here, let me show you Ginni.’

Anna-Lee extended her arm and indicated that Ginni should proceed over to the stage. As soon as her head had turned, Ian bolted for cover. He went to the only place available. Opposite the stage was a large black cube-like table, almost like a desk, behind which was a chair. Ian shot over to it, launched himself into the chair, and scooted it up as far as possible underneath the table. Momentarily, he breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he stayed behind the desk, he was safe. His monster dick was completely erect and free, bursting out of his laughably inadequate shorts, but for the moment, he had sufficient cover.

‘You see, Ginni,’ Anna-Lee said, ‘pole-fitness, as I’m sure you know, has become incredibly popular at the moment. It’s really having its day. And it’s not only empowering, but it’s wonderful for co-ordination, stability, and core strength.’

So saying, Anna-Lee grabbed the middle pole one hand as high as she could, one hand as low as she could, twisted, pivoted, and swirled her way all around it, upside down. Then she clasped her legs around it and snaked her way up higher, until she dropped her head, and, upside-down, addressed Ginni.

‘See? Pole fitness.’

If he hadn’t been so under the gun with appalling anxiety, Ian would have been quite charmed by the way that Ginni clapped her hands together appreciatively at Anna’s display.

Miss Fuchs-Well dismounted elegantly, heels clacking on the stage.

‘Hence the attire,’ she said, gargantuan, round tits wobbling.

Ian was pleased. Finally a colleague that wasn’t taking delight in hanging him out to dry. In his mind, he put her in his list of people deserving a treat. Deep chat for Gina, deep gratitude for Anna-Lee.

‘Now,’ Anna-Lee continued, coming off the stage and indicating Ginni should follow her to where Ian was, ‘you’re very lucky, as today is not so much a lesson. It’s more of a rehearsal.’

‘Rehearsal for what?’ Ginni asked.

Ian was apprehensive, ‘yes Miss Fuckswell. A rehearsal for what?’

Anna-Lee’s eyes sparkled dramatically at Ian’s question, ‘why Mr White! You know better than anyone else what this is a rehearsal for! Don’t say you’ve forgotten already? The school’s Pole Dance Competition final! You must remember – you agreed to judge it? That’s why I’m so pleased you were able to drop in on this lesson. You’re seated exactly where you will be on Thursday evening!’

Oh good, Ian thought.

Anna-Lee produced a chair and put it next to Ian’s desk and invited Ginni to sit down.

‘So all you have to do,’ the pornified fuckdoll blonde vixen said smilingly, ‘is just enjoy the show! And there’s one final thing we need!’

Anna-Lee got close to Ian and started to rummage around theatrically under the desk. For a horrible moment, Ian wondered whether the stacked fuck doll was about to grab his penis and hoist it into the light treacherously. But instead, she was after something else.

‘This!’ Miss Fuchs-Well said triumphantly.

To Ian’s disbelief, the dance teacher hefted up the same actual-size Mr-White-Special latex dildo that had been embarrassingly deployed in the earlier lesson. Ian cursed. There were a lot of these eighteen and a half inch arm-thick pussy pleasers flying around the school. He glanced at Ginni and saw the lenses of her glasses magnify the alarm in her eyes.

‘Miss Fuchs-Well!’ Ginni said, ‘explain yourself!’

Anna-Lee gave a sort of aw-shucks simper as she placed the monster dildo between her palms, emphasising its size, ‘well Ginni I’m afraid that the actual trophy is still at the engravers. But it’s so important that our students are able to visualise the achievement in concrete terms. And I was asking around the school for something approximate, and good-old Mr Woodcock-Splatterwell was able to turn up this! And you know, it is exactly the same dimensions as the trophy that the lucky girl that wins this competition gets to get her hands on at the end of the night!’

Ian emitted a groan as Miss Fuchs-Well licked the suction cup base and planted it directly on the desk in front of him, directly over where his penis was.

‘Now if we’re all ready, please let’s welcome our first act for tonight – Becca Bootie!!!!’

Both Ian and Ginni gave a polite patter of applause as Becca Bootie took to the stage. Ian groaned again, as the stunning young fuckdoll strutted out.

Ian was well acquainted with Becca, having fucked her ass on his very first day working at the school. In fact, he thought fondly, it was actually the first asshole he’d fucked upon entrance to the school.

Becca was in pornstar attire, with skintight vinyl black shiny stockings and fingerless gloves that covered her whole arms, black shiny stripper shoes with platform soles and eight inch heels and a shiny black pvc slingshot bikini. She was wearing a gold choker that said ‘SLUT’ which Ian hoped Ginni couldn’t read. As unbelievably salacious as Becca’s attire was – and he had his hand in front of his face and was looking through his fingers – he knew that the gorgeous young slut’s main asset was still to be revealed.