She slithered into view...a mere pre pubescent waif. Her lithe, narrow form clothed simply yet fashionably in a virgin white silk sarong. Inhaling sharply, her small chest expanding and contracting slowly she boldly stepped forward, through a lush deep crimson curtain and onto the stage. The spotlight focused on her, bathing her in a bright but earthy light. As her eyes adjusted, she became aware of many pairs of eyes. The hungry gaze of much older woman. Some of they're stares traverse the length of her small body. Some overtly staring at specific parts. She sees some leaning in to whisper to one another in this figurative and literal Underground "Club".
Slowly she reaches for the pole in the center of the stage and moves they way she's been taught, over many months during private lessons held at her very prestigious, elite school. The school harboring a century old secret. To which she's been admitted.
I have an entire universe of stories around the "Poundstone Academy for Girls". Looking to explore...
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