The twenty two year old white girl swung around the bar she clung too with grace and ease, her waist length blonde hair swirling around her face as the music of a loud song played. Her body glistened softly with the sweat of her exertions in the lights of the nude bar she worked in, completely bare to the world. Or at least those in the audience watching. Each swing of her firm, youthful body brought a new angle into view, a new inch of skin of her 5'9 body to the eager eyes of those watching her.

She never noticed though. For her, this was all just a game she played. She knew she was beautiful, she always had. Her body was prefect, not too thin and not to fat, with generous breasts and wide hips. She love the stares, the lustful glances she received from her dances. She took a secret, perverse enjoyment from displaying herself and believing she couldn't be touched. She loved the teasing and toying

She paused her dance and stood still and upright in front of the pole, allowing an easy view of her hourglass shaped form as her sharp green eyes scanned the crowd. She placed her hands on her wide hips and moved them toward her pussy shaved pussy, save for a single small strip directly above her slit. She pulled her labial folds apart, allowing a peek of her pink love tunnel and cute clit, giving her love button a few rubs before moving her hands further up her body. They passed over her trim tummy and up to her chest. The girl took hold of each her grapefruit sized breasts and squeezed them before releasing them. Each was firm and held its form well, both topped with a small pink nipple, both rock hard now. She flicked them a few times before she turned and swung around the pole once more. Doing so allowed a nice glimpse of her small, tight rear, just the right size with just enough fat on it to give it the perfect cushion.

Before the twenty two year old could mount the pole once more, the music around her faded into silence. She paused, not wanting to stop her perverse dance, her exhibition fantasies, but she knew it was another girl's turn. Reluctantly, she turned, smiled and revealed her straight, white teeth, and thanked the crowed. She stepped down the stairs on the side of the stage as she heard the bar owner announce her departure.

"Everyone give it up for Candy!" He cried out, using her stage name. In reality, her name was Ashley Canes, and she had sadly finished her last dance of the night.