You could feel his eyes on you watching every one of your movements. It had been like that for days, the man sitting at the bar, never mingling with the crowd but unable to take his eyes off the way your hands wrapped around the pole teasingly. You could barely finish your routine without locking eyes at least once, his lips turning up into a wobbly smile, cheeks flushed a soft hue of red

He couldn’t keep himself from admiring every inch of you, eyes following you to the stool right next to his