There were lots of girls. Lots of hot girls. Girls who knew how to dance, girls who knew how to twirl on a pole and girls who didn't need to know either of those because their bodies were smoking hot.

Mine was the last name on the list and I’d picked an Aerosmith didy. The first few riffs of “Crazy” played as I stepped on stage dressed in an oversized men's white work shirt and black boy shorts. The waitress had made sure to hook me up with something strippable but not gaudy as requested earlier.

I wasn't the best dancer, but I wasn't laughable either. It wasn't until the first chorus that I grabbed the pole and started to twirl around it. I didn't do anything spectacular just yet. I was still warming up. I took off my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly to reveal a black bra. I threw my shirt at Mike who hollered his appreciation, which caused me to grin.

I noticed that Kent’s eyes seemed glued to me as I danced, a smile on his lips.

I turned around and slowly pulled the boy shorts down, stepping out of them slowly for effect. I stood on stage revealing my itty bitty black g-string. I laid down on the floor, did some teasing leg lifts and moved back to the pole.

People were whooping for me and I heard Kent give me a cat call whistle, the one that was unique to him. I’d only ever heard it when we used to watch Tomb Raider. It was, regrettably, more than once.

Practically naked, I started climbing the pole. I wrapped my legs around it when I reached the top. I bent backwards, hanging on just by my creamy thighs. I grabbed on with my hands and then lifted my body, gyrating on it a couple of times, imitating sex.

They cut me off at three minutes my last moves were of me spinning around the pole. Once I was done, I went to the middle of the stage and did a bow. I grabbed the boy shorts and waved, a blush on my cheeks. As this was not the performing I was used to, not on stage anyway. Many of the pounds I’d shed had been done on a pole.

All the girls returned to the stage, and I tried to hide behind the other girls, my arms crossed over my chest. "And second runner up is Candy!" Candy jumped up and down, showing off her huge, natural boobs. My eyes were on Kent, making sure he was watching the big boobs flopping all around, I knew it was his thing, but he still had his eyes on me, grinning. I shook my head at him. I made a throat slitting motion and then pointed at him.