My breath hitches, but I keep going. The routine is one I’m choreographing for showcase day. It’s the one day a year where each student gets to perform for a live audience, and since I’m graduating in the spring, I’m determined to take my performance to the next level.
I’ve been working on it for months, posting short clips for my subscribers, and so far, the feedback has been fantastic.
Of course, I’m usually wearing a thong when I do it, so it’s possible they just like seeing my bare ass.
I try to lose myself in the tricky combinations, but it’s impossible with Brady’s heated stare searing my flesh. Our eyes meet as I arch into a seahorse and desire flares behind his whiskey irises, sparking an unexpected yearning low in my belly.
I’ve never done a live strip tease, but this must be what it feels like.
Seductive. Intimate. Voyeuristic.
Your darkest desires laid bare.
My panties grow damp as I work the pole, and I give silent thanks for the thin barrier between my pussy and booty shorts. I could never show my face here again if I leaked through my clothes.
When I finish the routine, there’s a round of applause, and I know before looking that it’s Brady. A few heads turn our way, but I ignore them, unable to tear my eyes from the man who made me wet with a mere look.
That was no mere look.
Facts. That was a smolderingI want to fuck your brains outlook if I’ve ever seen one.
“Nice job, Piper.” Mai gives me a perfunctory smile. “Your routine is coming along nicely.” She turns to Brady and pats his ridiculously large biceps. “If you stick with us, that could be you in a few months.”
I stiffen, praying he’ll tell her the class isn’t for him, but whatever he says is lost to my ears as Jenna appears at my side.
“Want to grab a smoothie?” She releases her hair from its ponytail and shakes it out. “I missed breakfast and I’m starving.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I’d say yes to just about anything right now if it meant distancing myself from Brady. I need time to clear my head…and my hormones.
We grab our stuff from the cubbies and I slip Waverly sweats on over my pole gear. I’m stepping into my flip-flops when Brady approaches.
“Did I hear you say you’re going for smoothies?” He flashes a boyish smile and rubs the back of his neck, laying the charm on thick. “I don’t want to be that guy, but would you mind if I join you? I missed breakfast.”
Is he serious right now? Because that’s a big hell no for me.
I’m about to tell him as much when Jenna smiles and chirps, “The more, the merrier!”
6
BRADY
The lookon Piper’s face is priceless when I invite myself to join them for smoothies.
It’s the kind of thing Coop would do, and while I wouldn’t normally pull such an arrogant move, I warned her. I’m no quitter and now that I’ve found her, I’m not about to let this opportunity slip through my fingers.
Piper huffs out a breath, looking like she’s about to blow a gasket as we exit Flex, but it’s all good. I can play the long game, especially since I already know how it’s going to end.
“So, what made you decide to try pole?” Jenna asks, grinning as she leads us down College Ave. “In case you didn’t notice, there’s a distinct lack of penises in the class.”
Heat floods my cheeks and her smile widens.
“My, uh…” I clear my throat. I managed to get through the damn class while sporting a Piper inspired semi. Surely I can get through this conversation. “Coach Collins thought it would improve my footwork.”
Yeah-fuckin’-right.
Coach would have my balls in a sling if he caught wind of this. Sunday is supposed to be a rest day, not abreak-your-ankle-pole-dancing-and-screw-the-team-overday.
