Some people know that while I went to college I danced so I wouldn’t starve.  To this day I still use it as a workout now and then when the mood hits me.  The ones that know this also know it’s not your every day, keep your feet on the floor, kind of dancing and the tips pay much better than the Club pays.  

            So this old friend of mine was visiting one day and out of nowhere he brings up the subject.  I thought to myself, we just had a big lunch and there was no way I was going to even think about even doing one simple twirl around a pole at that moment.  Luckily I was off the hook because he told me about a new Adult Night club he was opening and it would have dancing so he just thought I would like to hear about it.  I did agree it sounded interesting, as well as fun to go watch sometime, as long as it wasn’t just like the place I worked at on the West Coast.  He promised it was a lot more cultivated and differently a lot more couple oriented.  So basically it wasn’t an All-Nude Strip Club like the PP in SJ, CA. (Some will know where I’m talking about, and yes, I worked there).

            About a month later I on an out of town date, with a guy I really didn’t know that well, and we drove right passed the Club my friend told me about.  I point it out and did I ever get this look.  You know the look a guy would give a girl that points out an exotic night club full of half-dressed other women.   He like my idea and couldn’t turn around fast enough.

            It is a very nice club, I have to say that, and he was right, there were couples, mostly men, but at least I wasn’t the only female not working.  He right away thinks I would want some table away from the stage, more of a secluded spot to talk, but he was wrong.  I took the lead and got us a place right next to the main stage.  A cute little waitress takes no time getting to us and I order a drink but he’s scanning all about taking in the sights, which included the petite brunette in heels stockings panties and bra taking our order. He finally gets his eyes connected back to his brain and after looking at me and blushing a little, he also orders. Before she leaves I ask about my friend and if he was around and she said she would check. 

            I think I was enjoying the show every bit as much as the guy I was with, so I kept nudging him to fork out more and more bills to the dancers.  The Girls did take notice that it was me pushing him to tip so much, so they were flaunting more in my direction than his.

            Just as a sweet young bottom in just a thong was being displayed as close to my face as possible, and it had my utmost attention, someone right behind me asks me if I’m enjoying the show. 

            My old friend was there and I had to give up my beautiful view and turn to greet him.  After a big hung he asked if he could join us for a bit. The guy that was with me wasn’t sure what to think about this sixty year old man, but after he found out he’s the owner, he only seemed half as agitated.

            He told us that every night they have an amateur dance contest for a prize and I should enter.  Well somewhere between asking and begging, with a little prodding at my ego and all that.  I said I would think about it and he settled for that. After he excuses himself and heads to the back it wasn’t long before our waitress comes over and sets a folded paper on our table and tells me this was send for me and she gave me a very sly smile.  It was a handout about the contest, what it paid and rules if I entered and on the bottom just something simple to fill out, like a made up stage name and song to be played if possible.  It came down to don’t get hurt and NO NUDITY, anything up to that was fine, example public bikini and under garments.  (Did I just feel a disturbance in the force?  Like a milling boners suddenly extinguished.) I had to put that in, but hey, I just tell it like it happened.

            The guy setting with me wasn’t any help because he’s all for me getting up there and shaking my ass, because he was thinking I would be doing it just for him.  Yeah right, lol.  Anyway, I quickly fill it out and fold it back and hang on to it until our waitress gets back.  Half an hour later they announce the contest and start calling contestants to the back stage.  They do a very sensational bit as each one is ask up by their chosen stage name which adds the adrenalin.  I was very glad I was the last of four called so I could size up my competition, but seeing three young, beautiful, very young and thin, much fitter than I, and very young compared to me women up there, all already dressed in something a lot more applicable for pole dancing them me in a dress. Did I mention they were younger than me, younger and in much better shape?

            First one up blew me away.  She had skills and must have started gymnastics early.  Do they teach pole dancing in gymnastics now? They must.  The second, well, at least she was cute, young and barely dressed.  The one right before me, I’d give it to her while she was dancing.  She didn’t look much over 18 and couldn’t weight much over eighty pounds and she owned the pole.  Hands down she was by far the best dancer in the place that night to include the girls working.  She is a very professional dancer. 

            Now I have one thing going for me and a dozen handicaps to overcome.  When I was young I danced at an all nude club for tips so I wouldn’t starve to death, not for fun.  Motivation to eat is a good teacher so you learn what the crowd wants, mostly the men because they clap harder.  My disadvantages are age, weight and looks.  So I’ll try to cover my performance as best as I can.

            Introduction:  Cloud Dance.  The song: Dog and Butterfly by Heart.

            I’m fully clothed in a tight blue dress, which give me the chance to spend a lot more time off the pole while I playfully undress to the song which squeals of youth and innocent playing.  Getting down to, like our waitress, heels, stockings with grader, thin panties with matching bra.  I think only of the playfulness of the song to keep that childish smile on my face. It also is the perfect pole dancing song, (up in the air she likes to fly. She roll back down to the warm soft ground, laughing, she don't know why), a perfect reason to rest as I laugh spinning on the floor. 

                I think you can picture it if you really try.    

                Okay, I know a few things to add to the exotic side of exotic dancing, which does appeal to the more undomesticated side of men and makes them applaud and cheer that much louder.

                I’m not a gymnast, or an acrobat. I never took classes when I was young, but I did at least keep pole dancing on my own, in my peculiar ways.