AN: I seriously hate doing these things. -_- But I'm actually kind of shocked with how many followers and reviews that I have. This is my first fanfiction that I've really ever done and I'm really just winging it. To answer a review, yes Sakura is kind of a prodigy. She is able to watch a dance and mirror it. And lemme tell you people pole dancing is freaking hard. If you want to pole dance you better be well conditioned and have some seriously muscle tone. Or at least be able to lift your body weight it also has a lot to do with confidence. I made this chapter longer. So I hope you all like that. Negative reviews go suck my metaphorical penis. Thank you.

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The Next Day

Sakura was pretty sure that her teacher had lost her marbles, because the moment that she walked in and saw the sparkling silver pole that was placed in the middle of the dance floor her jaw dropped. Slowly she eyed the pole and made her way toward her teacher. She wasn't entirely sure what the hell was going on but she was going to find out. Gingerly sitting down on the floor and crossing her legs she sat next to her teacher, who was busy looking through her small frame glasses at the book that came with the pole.

"So..." Sakura began,

"I was talking to Carmen Electra and she gave me this great idea about teaching a class in pole dancing. Did you know that it is actually very popular?" Her teacher said cutting her off, not once looking away from the book that she was reading.

Twiddling her thumbs Sakura suppressed a smile.

"You talked to Carmen Electra?" She asked.

"Well it was more of an infomercial. You know how I can't sleep sometimes."

Suppressing a laugh at her eccentric dance teacher, Sakura glanced around the room. None of her classmates had even arrived; once again she looked at her teacher. Who was so engrossed in the book that she was reading.

"Where is everyone?" The pink haired girl asked.

Looking up from the book that she had her nose buried in, the older woman looked at her young student.

"I canceled class today. If you had a cell phone then you would have known. But since you are here, why don't you help me."

Narrowing her eyes the pinkette stared at her teacher with worry, not bothering with correcting her teacher that she did in fact have a phone. Typically when she asked for assistance with something it usually was something that made her feel very uncomfortable or she put her in awkward situations. For example the Uchiha's dance lessons. Or the one time that her teacher wanted the entire class to practice in their underwear for a number in temporary dance that had to do with loving your own skin. The older woman had asked her to help out with choreographing the dance. A task that Sakura had actually found somewhat hard to do, considering that unlike her ballet class most of the girls in temporary dance class weren't as fit, and they didn't know half the moves that had been burned into her memory at the tender young age of five. It had been unsightly and slightly disturbing to say the least, to the point where the older woman had smartly decided to cut the dance from the recital. Sakura remembered breathing a sigh of relief when her teacher had walked into class that day and told all her students that the number had been scrapped.

"What do you need help with?" Sakura asked her voice coated in apprehension.

Letting a broad smile spread onto her face her Madame Rodella stood up from her spot and walked over to the metal bar, placing her hand on it and turning a hopeful look toward her young student. Sakura let her head fall back. She just had to ask. Shaking her head she tossed her bag over her shoulder and walked toward the dressing rooms. Shaking her head the entire way, her teacher still smiling broadly because she knew that she had an assistant.

She wasn't entirely sure what to wear. She had never been to a strip club; she didn't know what they wore and she didn't have the ability to call and ask her friends what a stripper would wear, considering the only friends that she even bothered with were Ino and Hinata. But she had a faint feeling that Ino would know what to wear, out of the three of them Ino was the more promiscuous of the group. Donning on spandex short shorts and a tank top she headed back out to the dance floor where her teacher now had a laptop and was watching something. Sliding up next to her Sakura couldn't help but laugh at the screen. The older woman was standing there watching some girl grind of a pole to some music. Watching the video with slight interest the pink haired girl slowly memorized all moves that the dancer was belting out.

"Do you think you could do it?" Madame Rodella asked suddenly, making Sakura jump from her concentration. Simply nodding her head she headed to the pole and nodded at sound system. Understanding the nonverbal communication her teacher strolled over to the system, scrolled through the songs and turned on the most provocative song that she could find.

Sakura had her eyes closed as the first notes of the music seeped through the speakers. It was one of the songs that she had saved onto her ever growing playlist.

How you doin' young lady,

That feelin' that you givin' really drives me crazy,

You don't have to play about the joke,

I was at a loss of words the first time that we spoke.

Pulling herself up the pole she slowly swung her leg around it slowly. Letting her body twist suggestively. One hand on the pole she let her other fall to her side still going around before landing and then slowly moved her hips in rhythm with the music.

Watching from afar her teacher couldn't help but smile at the dancing girl. That was one thing she could always count on, the pink haired girls photographic memory and the way that the girl let the music completely take control of her. It was actually refreshing to see the young girl take on such a provocative dance form. She had never seen her move so seductively before. Even though that she would never admit it, Madame Rodella was proud of the pinkette. When she had first showed up to class when she was five she didn't think that the girl would have what it took to become a dancer. But here years later the girl was proving her completely wrong. Always working as hard as she could the pink haired girl always surpassed her peers, which usually didn't bode well for her fellow dancers. She didn't make friends easily, her only friend in the entire academy being the shy and quiet Hinata.

You're looking for a girl that'll treat you right,

You lookin' for her in the day time with the light,

You might be the type if I play my cards right,

I'll find out by the end of the night

You expect me to just let you hit it

But will you still respect me if you get it.

Once again Sakura twisted around the pole, letting her body slide slowly against the rail mimicking exactly what she saw on the video that her teacher had been watching. Tightening her arm muscles she flipped and crossed her legs, letting her body slide slowly down the pole while she trailed her hands down the curves of her body until she reached her hair. Landing on the floor with a soft thud she shifted so that she could turn and slide on the floor.

All I can do is try, gimme one chance,

What's the problem I don't see no ring on your hand

I be the first to admit it

I'm curious about you, you seem so innocent

You wanna get in my world, get lost in it

Boy I'm tired of running, lets walk for a minute.

Moving her hips in a seductive grind she leaned against the pole and stared at herself in the mirror. She was entranced with herself. She never thought herself as sexy, but at that moment while she was twirling on the pole, her hair messed up and a smirk on her face she saw another side of herself. A side that she was almost afraid of, a side that was slowly giving her confidence in herself. A thing that she had never had. She had always let people walk all over her, letting her temper be squished down by the repercussions of a physical confrontation.

Promiscuous girl, wherever you are

I'm all alone and it's you that I want,

Promiscuous boy, you already know

That I'm all yours, what you waiting for?

Promiscuous girl, you're teasing me

You know what I want and I got what you need

Promiscuous boy, let's get to the point

'Cause we're on a roll, are you ready?

Flexing her ab muscles she slowly lifted herself back up the bar, holding herself up with just her legs. Stretching herself backwards she spun and moved her way up the bar all with one seductive movement. Moving her body in a wave she slowly pivoted her hips back and forth, all while staring at herself. Closing her eyes she twisted and let herself fall to the floor in a fast motion landing with her legs forming into the splits. Closing her eyes she lifted her legs and ran her hands up her body feeling herself up. Rolling she got on her knees and flipped her hair up so that it could fly out of her face and land in a sloppy seductive way around her face. Pulling herself up she grabbed the pole and walked around it with a strut in her step getting ready to pull herself up once again and go back to the provocative dance.

"I seriously never pegged you for a stripper." A deep voice said surprising her out of her dance stupor. Snapping her head towards the intruder she felt her breath catch in her throat as she took in the body of one of the boys that she didn't really care for. The womanizing Shisui Uchiha wasn't exactly one of her favorite people, already he had hooked up with her friend Ino. This honestly wasn't really all that surprising, considering she was pretty sure that Ino would hook up with anything that walked with the way she talked.

Roses are red, some diamonds are blue

Chivalry is dead but you're still kinda cute

Hey, I can't keep my mind off you

Where you at, do you mind if I come through

I'm out of this world come with me to my planet

Get you on my level do you think that you can handle it?

They call me Thomas, last name Crown

Recognize game I'm a lay mine's down.

Eyeing the Uchiha warily, Sakura motioned for her teacher to turn off the music. Suddenly the room was flooded with silence.

"What do you want?" She asked with a bite to her voice. He made her feel uncomfortable. He knew he was attractive, hell he knew he was practically a god and by god did the boy work it to the best of his abilities. She always tried to steer clear of him in school but ever since she was caught ogling his younger cousin both Shisui and his Sasuke's older brother had went out of their way to make her life miserable. Shoving her in the hallway or smacking her books out of her hands. Shisui liked to cat call her, make rude comments about some of the clothes that she wore. Folding her arms over her chest self-consciously she shifted on feet. Now that she thought about it she never showed her body off during school. Usually the classrooms were too cold so she always had a hoodie or a light jacket on. In the winter time there was no messing around she always had a jacket on. She wasn't about to let herself freeze.

Shisui let a lazy smile grace his lips as he sauntered across the room toward her causing her to unconsciously take a step backwards. She didn't know about the guy, and she wasn't about to take any chances when it came to him.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asked the smile still on his lips. He was the on Uchiha that she had ever seen who actually smiles like he did. The only one who really showed emotion other than the females of the clan.

"What makes you think that?" Sakura asked cautiously as she looked around the room for her teacher. She wouldn't be evil enough to leave her in a room with a guy who looked…. Well who looked the way that he did. Her teacher might be a little bit off her rocker but she wouldn't leave her cornered with this Uchiha. Or at least she hoped she wouldn't. If she forgot that people were in the studio that wouldn't really surprise her either.

Shaking his head he placed a hand on the pole and gave her a sidelong look.

"So pole dancing huh? I didn't know it was taught here."

"My teacher is a nut case." Sakura stated rolling her eyes. The dark haired boy shook his head, the smile that was on his lips growing broader.

"Uchiha-san!" Madame Rodella exclaimed walking into the room and towards the two teenagers. Letting out the breath that she had been holding Sakura thanked the gods that her flighty teacher hadn't left her behind.