The Routine

Chapter 2 - The routine

“Of course Liv, I’d love to see your new routine. You know how turned on I get watching you on that pole” Joe replies with a wink, still managing to excite me after 3 years together.

I settle onto the mat, feeling the cool vinyl against my bare thighs as I stretch my arms overhead. The skimpy sports bra and shorts leave little to the imagination, but I've never felt more alive than when I'm on this pole. I catch your reflection in the window behind the pole, see the way your eyes track my movements, and a small thrill runs through me.

"Okay, so this new routine is about..." I pause, flexing my fingers around the cool metal. "It's about surrendering control. Letting go of everything that's holding you back."

I hook one leg around the pole, letting my body twist upward. My muscles flex as I climb, gripping with my thighs, my hands sliding down the polished surface. The fabric of my shorts bunches as I invert, spinning upside down, my hair falling around me in a dark curtain.

"What do you think so far?" I call out, voice slightly strained from the effort. "The transition here — I keep messing up the grip. My palms get too sweaty."