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No, we are getting closer to their actual face-to-face meeting.

Let's see what our Edboy thinks of his Bellarina ;)

The club grew even darker after the lady began to speech.

"We have a very special show for you guys, so sit back and enjoy. Our special guest doesn't need much introduction," she said seductively and left the stage.

Classical music started playing and I recognized it immediately from my piano lessons that I took as a kid.

It was the Swan Lake, the classic by Tchaikovsky that emerged from the speakers, coating the inside of Poison in mystery and drama.

Everything went black, until a white beam of light was leading a shadow onto the stage; towards the middle.

The shadow turned around, revealing milky white skin and a black cape. The dancer looked tiny, swallowed by the thick material that covered her from our view. I could only see the crimson of her lipstick, the rest of her face was shadowed, by the cape.

She moved around so gracefully with perfect skills, like a true prima ballerina and twirled onto the music, making me feel the meaning behind it; hurt and heartbreak.

The music morphed into something I didn't recognize, something different; seductive and slower, mixed with the original composition.

I could see one of her hands moving, fiddling with the clasp at the front of the velvet cape, opening it and revealing herself to us in the bright, white spotlight.

And what a revelation it was…

The first thing I noticed, was her face. I was enchanted, sucked into her little bubble, mesmerized. It felt trance-like.

I couldn't manage to tear my eyes away from her, from the beautiful ballerina in front of me on the stage.

Her skin was so pale, looked so creamy, looked so perfect and even that she resembled the most gorgeous porcelain ballerina of all times. She looked like one of those tiny little figures you found in your grandma's antique jewelry box; so perfect; so one of a kind.

I was lured in by her performance, convinced she was a true dancer; a professional until my eyes found her attire which wasn't at all pink, fluffy and innocent. It was all black –the black swan in the ballet performance of the Swan Lake. The evil twin sister. The bad one. I wonder if she chose that on purpose?

The tutu skirt was sheer, with lace and revealed the lace red boy-short she was wearing underneath with straps coming down to clasp the thigh-high sheer pantyhose, all ending in the white ballet-shoes –with strings and all.
Then you had her top, which wasn't a body like with real ballet outfits –my sister had ballet all through elementary school, but black lace forming a quarter-length sleeve shirt; showing the matching red bra.

I sucked in a breath; I was astounded by her beauty. She started moving more deliberate; sexier, making her way over to a shiny silver pole on the right side of the stage while she was twirling, making her black curls dance around her.

Men were whistling, urging her on while I just sat there; being poked in the gut by no other person than Emmett.

"Hey, you want a bucket for that drool of yours?" he asked me, clearly amused.
"I-uh, sorry," I apologized lamely.

"Don't be, she's pretty hot if you ask me," Jasper joined in on the little conversation.

It seemed weird to be talking, like we were interrupting her dance; her performance.

You don't talk at the movies either, now do you?

"Seems like our Ed is having a little crush on a certain someone," Emmett joked and I shot him a glare.

I gulped some of my beer, finishing it in almost two times and placed it down. I felt like a pervert watching her like I did; but then again, that's what she's here for, right?

She moved around the pole like she was a bee and the pole was her honey, touching it but moving away; hearing the men in the club shout at her when she turned away from the pole and hearing their encouraging howls when she moved closer again.

I could swear she looked in our direction; probably not even seeing us with that spotlight on right in her face and she smiled seductively, swinging one leg and clasping the pole with it as she held it tightly with one hand.

She let her weight fall onto that one arm and let her body stretch, just hanging there, enjoying the encouragement she was getting from the crowd.

"Get over there and throw some twenties; you might get a lap dance," Jasper said, nudging my arm.

I shook my head, feeling uncomfortable and not sure how to react.

My eyes followed her and I gasped audibly when she discarded of the tutu-skirt, making every attendee drowning in her own saliva.

Her ass was just luscious, perfect. I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering over her legs. They were muscular, yet slender and feminine and strong and seemed to go on forever until my eyes met her boy shorts.

I felt Junior salute the world, making my khaki cargo shorts unbelievable tight and I tried to readjust myself, which didn't go unnoticed.

Emmett smirked at me, mumbled about me having to get laid and that he never knew my dick was so easy to win over.

Guess you're wrong, brother.

She grasped the pole with both of her hands and snaked one pale leg around it, letting her body twirl. Just as she did that, she hoisted the other leg up as well and hung upside down. Her jet black locks were shiny in the spotlight and hung over her face.

I didn't even know women could actually do this kind of stuff on a pole. Sure, I'd heard of it, but I thought it was a myth.

She moved, so sexy, so confident and won everyone over.

Guys were begging her to take of her top, they were throwing money at her and shouted things I couldn't really comprehend.

My brothers didn't seem as affected by her performance as I was, but yet, they seemed to like it and Jasper praised her skills as well.

She did a couple of more weird twists and turns around that pole of hers. She must be really flexible, I thought, thinking that she must be a very adventurous little vixen in the bedroom.

I bit my lip and asked a waitress for another beer, Emmett and Jasper joined in and I breathed a 'wow' once she made a little bow towards us and winked.

"What? She done already? What about her clothes?" Emmett whispered in my ear.

"Isn't this a strip club?" Jasper agreed with my brother.

I just sat there, dumbstruck and confused.

The lady from earlier appeared back on stage, mike in hand and spoke towards the club. "I hope you have enjoyed our very special Princess," she smiled motherly towards the ballerina, "she is a special treat we have here at Friday nights, she once danced with the Russian ballet-queen Irina Debrovia,"

And just like that she vanished, as the club grew dark again.

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