Public Display

"Remember when you got me in trouble because I just looked out my bedroom window and saw your skinny ass sunbathing?"

"'Skinny ass'?" She said, putting a hand on her hip. "and you know you were wanking off."

"I'm giving you one chance to apologize," said John.

"Fuck that. Get lost or I'm calling the cops."

John smiled and snapped his fingers.

"What was that?" asked Dorothy.

"There's a new addition to your front yard."

Dorothy pushed passed John to look outside. There was a stripper pole in her yard. "The fuck? I'm really calling the cops now."

"So they can arrest you for indecent exposure?"

"What are you..."

John snapped his fingers again.

Dorothy started to walk to the pole. The song Cherry Pie started blasting from inside her house. She went to the pole, put her hand on and started moving around it while swaying her hips. "What's going on?!" she yelled back at John.

"Shut up and act like you're enjoying this, bitch!"

Dorothy swung around the pole. She then slid her back up and down it and took off her blouse.

John sat on her front step and watched.

Cars that were driving by stopped, and the drivers got out to watch.

Dorothy continued to alternate her pole dancing with stripping until she was nude then went full into the pole dance: wrapping her legs around it and using them to support her body, humping the pole, sliding her ass crack up and down.

Neighbors came out and watched in stunned horror and more cars stopped to watch.

Finally, a police cruiser pulled up.