Just tell me what I need to know."Trina looked at me, with a glint in her eye that made me nervous. Her voice was seductive. "Tell you... 'What you ne...d to know, ' eh?" Her smile could have chilled lava. "Do you mean that?"I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat. "Yeah. Yeah, I mean that. Tell me what I need to know." All right." Trina spun dramatically, pacing back and forth. "Where shall I start, then. Ohhh, there's so much to say!"I blinked."All right. First off." She turned to me. "That. I opened the door a little more and asked Julie if she would bring me the next smaller size, she said "sure, let me get it for you".When she came back she knocked on the door and asked if it was alright for her to come in. Now, I not usually shy, but this kinda unnerved me. I had removed the other garment and was standing there in the black heels, black sheer thigh high stockings and a red thong. I thought a second and then said simply "OK". She opened the door without saying anything, and. One man threw a couple singles onto the stage. I reached out and touched the cold chrome pole. Then, I pulled myself toward the pole and wrapped one of my legs around it. I maneuvered the pole between my titties and slid them up and down. The cold pole caused my nipples to push through the thin material of my bra. Soon, I got into the flow of things. My body seemed to naturally writhe to the song. More money collected at the edge of the stage. I knew my short set would be over soon, so. It was not that she was not pretty. She had a beautiful face. Why do people always say that? Abby Nelson was pretty. The fondest memory Abby had was when everybody in her house was asleep. She would put her bathing suit on and would float in her parents in ground pool. She enjoyed the peacefulness of the night. She loved to swim but would never have the courage to put a bathing suit on around regular people. The stares and snarky comments would be too much to bear.Most people did not.