When the liquid blue met the harsh brown, Krista's whole persona changed. If this had happened anywhere else, Krista would have let her emotions get the better of her. She would have froze up, maybe shed a tear, maybe even have run away. But this was not the Krista that the brown-eyed woman remembered. This was The Queen of the Wall, and this was her territory.
Allowing the bass of the music to flow through her, she began, what the reporters who lurked in the back of the room, like peeping tom's, as the performance of her career. With each beat, her hips swayed effortlessly in time with the music, grinding against the metal pole, allowing it to rest comfortably between her parted cheeks. As the pace began to increase, so did her moves, bending at the waist to reveal her cleavage, bending at hers, parting her creamy thighs, allowing her hands to roam over her chest, up into her hair, to remove the clips that released her golden locks to flow down her back. She raised herself up again, painfully slowly, and grabbing the pole with one hand, swung herself round, and using all the muscles that she had trained, wrapped herself around the pole, letting the cool metal rest against her skin. It was sensual moves like these that caused the groans from the men in the audience, for them to move their jeans that sat to tight around their crotch, for them to take long swigs of their drinks, to try and damped their now dry throats. Krista allowed herself to slide down the pole, pulsing her body in time to the bass, letting both her crotch and breasts come in contact with the inanimate object that glistened in the dimly lit club. Krista planted her feet back on the stage and wrapped her legs around the pole, as if giving it a lap dance, which earned a few groans from the audience. Making eye contact once again with the brown-eyed woman, Krista sauntered towards her, stepping down off the stage, swaying her hips perfectly, before reaching her prey, and bending perfectly at the waist, running her manicured nails up the jeans of her already spread legs. Even in the dank light, Krista could see the red glow to the woman's cheeks, could visibly see the gulp as she pushed her shoulders closer together to reveal more of her exposed cleavage, and could hear the 'oh fuck' as her hands reached the woman's crotch. With a wink, Krista stood and moved on, away from her former lover, to a muscled gentleman sitting close to the stage. Never losing eye contact with her former victim, she straddled the gentleman, kissing his neck, grinding down on his crotch, her hands in his hair and under his shirt, never missing a beat in time with the music. The man looked in pure ecstasy, but that wasn't why Krista was doing it. It was for the look on her ex's face. The pure heartbreak. The betrayal. It made her feel alive. It gave her the confidence boost she needed to continue. Standing back up, Krista re-approached the stage swaying her rear, earning a few catcalls from some of the men who weren't rich enough to have seats in the front. After all, this was the hottest place in town. The entertainment was best and the drinks were cheap. It was every mans, and one woman's, heaven. The adrenaline pumping round Krista's body seemed to make her more daring than usual, and for the first time, she did what Rod wanted her too. With shaky hands she began to unclasp the front of her corset, using the pole to entertain the paying customers who were addicted to the very sight of her. With the final clasp undone, she let the corset slide down her body, revealing the smooth, perfect skin of her back, and a stunned silence from the audience. Allowing the boned material to pool at her feet, she kicked it to the back of the stage and turned her body to her audience, where she was met by stunned silence. Every set of eyes in the room was creamy, perky size C cup breasts, nipples erect from the adrenaline she was feeling. She allowed the cold metal to rest between her breasts as she rubbed her body against the pole before wrapping herself around it, spreading her creamy thighs and eliciting gasps from her viewers. The music was coming to its end and Krista go on all fours, and began crawling to the front of the stage, making eye contact with the woman. She rolled and stretched her leg out, resting her heeled shoe on the woman's crotch, while, with one hand, she fondled her breasts, and with the other she ran her hand along her panties. However, she stood and walked over to her muscled friend from earlier, and in stage whisper, uttered the words that drove her ex insane.
"Come play with me."
And with that Historia Reiss, sauntered back on to the stage to a round of applause from the audience, who giggled and played the perfect hostess, who threw her corset into the spectators from all of their pleading and begging. And with that, she left the stage, but not before she threw a look over her shoulder, that screamed 'come play with me' but also 'watch your back', straight towards Ymir.
Meeting her off the stage, Rod stood there, clapping his hands, a sickening smile on his face. As she approached him, he extended his arms and as Krista stepped towards him, he pulled her in close, pressing her bare chest up against his rather large frame. Krista felt like she was going to drown in the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Rod bent down, his mouth so close to Krista's ear, that she could feel the spittle hitting her skin, with every word he said.
"Come to my room later on, and we can… discuss your payment", he whispered, his small bulging eyes never leaving Krista's breasts, and his crotch, pushed uncomfortably up against her.