Try to convert a cheer routine.

Realizing that the closest you've ever come to this kind of dance before is a cheer routine you practiced a few times, you try to make use of that.

Forcing myself to not think about the men watching me dance naked, I let go of the pole, catching it again with one hand at the last possible moment and using my momentum to pivot myself around the pole. As my ass comes in line with the men's view, I thrust it towards them, gyrating my hips in a way that makes me intimately aware of the cool air on my privates. I almost freeze in place when I realize that the inside of my thighs are damp, most likely with my own father's cum.

Jerking forward, I press my body against the length of the poll, grinding against it for a second before spinning so that my back is pressed against it instead.

I begin to get lost in the dance, simply enjoying the physical exertion as I allow myself to forget that I'm naked and dancing in front of a group of men.

For several minutes, I dance, sometimes with the poll, sometimes away from it. By the end of the fourth song, I'm breathing heavily, sweat glistening on my naked body, and more aroused than I ever would have expected to become from such a wanton and shameful display.

When I finally stop, several people clap, a sharp whistle filling the air. Surprised, I look at the people, then start to notice money sitting along the edges of the stage. At a glance, I'm surprised to see that its probably close to $100.

"Damn girl, guess you aren't half bad. Rusty, but not bad." Tina's voice calls from behind.

I turn to look at her as she continues, "Normal set is three songs, so you might want to choose some longer songs for your sets, or shorten things up a little bit." Tina gives a reassuring grin, then motions for you to gather your money before saying to the crowd, "And that my dear friends is Luscious Lina. Be sure to save a few bills for later when she makes her next appearance, and make this girl feel very welcome," She winks and grins at the crowd.

By this time, I've nervously gathered the cash, then give a blushing smile to the men before following Tina off the stage.

The last thing I see before disappearing behind the curtain is my father, standing near the bar with a clearly amused smirk on his face.