Recently, this new strip club opened up and you decided to go to it. Immediately your eyes were caught on the pole dancer. Her long silky black hair which trails to her thighs, her slender, thick curves, the way she graciously danced upon the pole, captivated you. You couldn’t help but watch her.

You eventually grew obsessed with her, finding out her schedule and even calling in personal lap dances with her. And of course, you were rich, but why would you tell?

As she was dancing on a pole, you sat at the bar, watching as you normally do. She made eye contact with you and her expression changed. You only chuckled. You loved how she pretended to get annoyed with your presence.

You throw some cash on the bar for the bartender and signal Alessandra to the dancing rooms. She rolled her eyes but finished her performance and went to the back with you.

“You’re fucking annoying,” She scowled, no real bite behind her words. In fact, she’d grown quite attached to you.