Emma's dance

"Gentlemen, welcome to the stage Cherry!" The PA speaker announces.

The club erupts into cheers. Some regulars stand up and shout. Catcalling before she even gets on the stage. Some men at the bar run back to their seats. You look up, who is this Cherry, and why is everyone so crazy for her? You turn to the stage as she comes out.

"Wait," You mumble to yourself. You drop the glasses Sage gave you in awe. That's Emma. She's not wearing her signature white but it's Emma. The lingerie she's wearing is so cheap you'd never recognize her but her shitty red extensions draw you to her face and yep, there's that plastic nose, those piercing blue eyes, and glass-cutting cheekbones. "Shit." You bend down and pick up the glasses you dropped. You wipe dust off the lenses with your sleeve and inspect them for cracks. "Please don't be broken." You scramble and put them on. "Knock your socks off." You say the code phrase and a new window opens and expands across the glasses. Your vision isn't obscured except for four little right angles at the very edge of the lenses and a small blinking red light. "Zoom" you mutter and the glasses do just that until you can see the dancer's face in 4k. Sure as the sun, it's Emma Frost, the White Queen.

Emma struts to the poll with all the poise of a runway model and all the sexual energy of a porn star. She swishes her hips perfectly in time with the europop playing on the speakers. She grabs the pole with her left hand, then her right below it, then drops straight down, folding her knees. She pops her ass up and down as she bounces on her toes. She smiles and throws a wink at the audience. In one fluid motion, Emma kicks off her feet and spins her body to go fully vertical and upside down. At the same time, she pulls herself in until she's hugging the pole.

Emma brings her legs down until the pole is straddled between her legs and her pussy is pressed against the metal. She looks as if she's sitting upside down in the middle of the air. She fluffs her hair and starts to undo her corset. Once it's unfastened she grabs the pole with her left and the garment with her right and opens her legs, swinging herself down and around. Her momentum masks her quickly pulling off the corset and throwing it. It clears the audience and lands on the other side of the bar.

As Emma swings down the pole she kicks her legs up in a V shape and hooks one around the pole so she lands on her ass and not her heels. She's now facing the audience of men, panties first. She sticks her tongue out and rubs her pussy through the cloth with her free hand. She lets go of the pole and gets on all fours, showing her ass to the crowd. She rubs her butt against the pole, moving it up and down.

Emma twerks with the pole between her ass for a while. She slowly moves her weight onto the balls of her feet and transitions into a squat. From there she pulls herself up using the pole. She starts rubbing her whole backside up and down like she's cleaning the pole and her whole body's the rag. She walks in front of the pole and drops back down to a squat. This time she opens her legs wide and rests her back against the pole, grabbing it with her left hand. She uses her right to rub herself again, kicking her head back, closing her eyes, and moaning loud enough to be heard over the music. You can't even tell if the moans are real or not.

After a couple seconds of something you doubt she's allowed to do, even in a strip club, she squeezes it and smacks it, then gets back up on her own two feet. As she stands up she unclipped her garters and loosens the elastic. The cheap clothing doesn't need any extra nudging. Once Emma stands up straight it falls to the ground. She walks out of her garters with the same gait she walked on stage with. Equal parts poised and explicit. This time she kicks her hips to the side in a more pronounced way, pausing for a split second at the apex of each swing. While she's walking she plays with and roughs up her hair, like she's stretching after a good orgasm.

Once Emma's out of her garters she hooks her thumbs into her stockings. She bends at the waist and starts shaking her tits to tease the crowd. She drops to her knees until her ass hits the ground, pulling the stockings down with her. They're now pooled at the base of her heels. She pulls them out from the hole in her heels where her toes pokes out. Once they're off she swings them over her head a couple times before swinging them inwards. They wrap themselves around Emma's neck. She pulls, making a face like a lover grabbed her neck, and that she likes it.

Emma crawls down the catwalk. Once she reaches the end she presents one stocking’s end to a man. He looks at her puzzled and she just nods. He pulls it and she makes the same delighted face again. She takes the stocking back and turns to a man on the other side, presenting that side’s stocking and repeating the act. This time when he pulls she splays herself on the floor with a giant moan, as if she just had the world’s greatest orgasm. Still pressing herself against the floor she turns around and drags herself back to the pole without getting up. The whole time she's popping and throwing her ass back.

Once Emma gets back to the pole she puts both hands on the base. She plants both feet on the ground and jumps, swinging her body towards the pole. She hooks the pole between her shoes’ heels and their platforms. Once it's there she swings herself up and grabs the pole again with her hands, making her body a C shape against the pole.

Emma keeps doing this to climb the pole. She goes until she gets to the very top, high above the crowd. She hangs upside down, looking down at them. Her chest is pressed right against the pole and her legs are in V shapes to hold the pole within her shoes. Emma starts playing with her breasts. She bounces them up and down like weights, squeezes them, slaps them, and twists and pulls on her nipples. Then she does something truly insane.

Emma has her arms crossed around the pole, twisting and pulling her left nipple with her right hand and vice versa. She starts to slowly slide down the pole, giving you a better view of her act again. All that changes in an instant. Emma lets go of the pole and flips so she's right side up and facing away from the crowd. Her arms let go of her chest and are press against the pole, sandwiching it between her forearms and her back. Still, it barely slows her down.

Emma's knees bend as she hurtles to the ground. Suddenly, maybe an Emma and a half above the ground, she grabs the pole and swings for dear life. She spins around the pole so she's in front and literally flips in the air. She lands in a handstand, parallel to the pole. You see something swinging on her heel.

"Zoom," You whisper to your glasses. You've gotten up from your booth to better see Emma's wild acrobat act.

With the glasses' higher fidelity, you see what it is. Her G string, the only thing left of her outfit besides her shoes, is spinning on her left heel. She must have taken it off during the flip and hooked it on her heel. Amazing. She twerks upside down for a full minute (still spinning the G string around her heel) as the club cheers and a few give her a standing ovation.

Eventually, Emma bends her knees and brings her legs down. She bends into a ball and carefully puts one heel on the ground, then the other, before pushing herself upright. Emma smiles before quickly bringing a heel up to her knee, kicking the G string into her hand. She starts to rub it between her legs. Pulling it back and forth between her lips like a kid drying their swim trunks at the beach. Emma makes crud and explicit faces as she does, egging on the already wild crowd. This goes on for about thirty seconds until her song finally ends. You don't know much about Dublin techno, but you suspect the DJ put on an extra long one for Emma. Once it does Emma pulls out her panties, crumples them, and puts them in her mouth. She smiles and covers her mouth like she's stifling a giggle, then makes a shush expression as if she's asking the crowd to keep a secret. She pulls on the stockings again before tying them together behind her. She then pulls the mostly transparent stockings over her breasts and struts off the stage. This time she plays with her ass as she leaves, giving the audience one last show.

You drop back down into your seat and blow some air out your mouth. You feel exhausted just watching her work. Could she do that before your change to reality?

Author's note: Hello everyone! Hope you liked this chapter. I know what you're thinking. "Galvan, that scene you wrote was fucking impossible and weirdly involved." Yeah, well, in addition to the in-universe reasons, to me I was thinking that if this is a comic story, some insanity with physics and human capabilities is possible. That's all.