Lena

I showed up to work for weeks after that. Maya insisted it was the only way I could truly get over him. I wasn’t dancing for the money anymore; a small part of me was still hoping to see him.

My eyes darted toward the crowd as I tugged down the robe. It pooled at my feet. The Candy persona was back, wig and all.

I twirled around the pole, swaying my hips lightly. I was wearing a black matching bikini set with a lacy garter.

A fast song came on. I turned my back to the crowd and began to shake my ass. The men cheered in excitement....