#cancermars
cancer mars
18+ 18+ 18+
for the love of God. 18+
mf
w/n: if paths cross once more, it’s meant to be, right?
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“Oh shit, isn’t that Hayley Robinson?” Ralph blurted out, just as Tony was about to regale the gang with another good girl gone bad story sponsored by Tinder.
The three men turned to look at the petite woman taking the stage in the dimly lit men’s club. Like a fish to water, she took to the pole with a nimbleness that knocked the girls before her right out of the water. A hush settled in the club, allowing the velvety smooth of some R&B music to come through.
Inky hair doubled as a shiny cloak around her bare shoulders, flaring out as she scaled the pole with minimal effort. When she reached the top, she effortlessly tipped herself upside down, locked in place by her ankles whilst her arms rhythmically moved through the air. Her frame was small but the minimal effort with which she performed tonight alluded to strength, that perhaps when undetected on first glance. Her body squeezed into a jet black bandeau bodysuit with lace inserts, a contrast against her skin, slightly cream in colour. In a series of quick movements, she transitioned to an upright position. With the pole tightly clasped between her hands, her body slowly swirled in a circular motion, limber legs comparable to two sides of a triangle.
No sooner had her perspex platform heels skimmed the floor of the stage, her body was flipped to a horizontal positional up high. The pole was now a stabilising force in between her legs, as her body descended down in a pivot. Her arms were splayed out wide in front of her, whilst her legs were ramrod straight. For a moment, Dylan interpreted that pose as conveying a need to be saved, like Rose from Titanic.
Dylan was stunned. ItwasHayley from school. Memories flooded him. Shit. His boys weren’t aware, but a part of him still harboured a soft spot for her.
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