<span style="color: #FF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea had abandon her pole in favor of dropping on all fours, crawling slowly towards the front of the stage, men eagerly thrusting money out--begging for her to take something off. She did not obliged, even after a few bills were stuffed into her garter and mini skirt. She always teased, working the crowd into a frenzy before she even began to undress. She sat up on her knees, bringing her hands to her chest and cupping her breasts gently, one hand leaving and gliding down her belly to dip into her skirt and panties. The men in the room yelled for more, but she only dragged her hand back out and arched her back.<br/><br/>She sat back some more until her back was touching the floor and smoothly brought her legs from under her, spreading them for the front of the stage to see her panties. She rolled then onto her belly and glided back into being on all fours, looking like a hungry leopard stalking her prey. It was at that moment she noticed a man in blue at the bar--an officer...her ex partner. For a moment her heart began to hammer in her chest in panic. She didn't want him to see her here, didn't want him to know about her new life. She knew his habits and she had gone out of her way to choose a club she knew he had never and likely would never visit.<br/><br/>She sat back up on her knees once more, then went back onto her feet in a low crouch, spreading her knees and swiveling her hips as she slowly stood up straight. She walked back over to the pole, grabbing it once more and twirling around it. She subtly crawled up the pole, gripping it with her thighs as she leaned back, letting go and reaching behind her with a practiced ease to unclip her top. She let the top slide off into one of her hands, swinging it briefly and targeted the crowd. Someone would likely take that piece of clothing home tonight, but she didn't care.<br/><br/>She needed to get off the stage as soon as possible, wanting to avoid Delgado. She gave the emergency signal to one of the girls that said she wanted off stage and they gave her the signal back that they understood. She slowly slid down the pole until her feet were once more touching the ground and began to grind against it, her breasts slightly bouncing with her every move. The jazz music began to fade, slowly being invaded by the bass once more and the regulars groaned in understanding. Jazz was going to leave the stage soon, the show was shorter than usual and many were not happy with that. Still, as she did a few quick finishing moves and began to walk to the stairs that would show her off, men were stuffing money where they could and she did not stop their greedy hands from groping or touching her---even though they weren't supposed to.<br/><br/>She looked back, her eyes connecting with Delgado's and she gave a small frown, unsure of what to do or where to run. She didn't understand why he was there and she prayed to god that he would not come after her. She doubted it though, he had always been a little handsy with her.