Drew sat at a table in the back, watching Shianna on the stage like countless times before. He could never get tired of watching her long, wavy, light brown hair flow around the room as she moved her body with the rhythm of the music. Her cognac brown eyes knew exactly where everyone was sitting and she was watching them all take her in and dream about her.

He wasn't a jealous man. He knew she would never cheat. By the end of the day, she went home with him. She lived in a house with him. She shared a bed with him. She loved him and no one else, just as he loved her and no one else.

She was only an object to enjoy from afar to everyone else. He got the real deal. The real woman. The real Shianna behind the alluring, enticing fantasy crawling on stage and lighting every man and woman in the room on fire.

She was only a fantasy to them. They would never have her.

He watched her every move on stage. How her legs would wrap around the pole. Like when she wrapped her legs around his waist. How she would swing around that pole. Like when she was grinding on him. How she would make people cum from simply watching her. Like when she made him cum. She always made him cum but not before he had made sure she got her fair share first.

Naughty, nasty, dirty Shianna.

How they could fill a room with the stench of sweat and sex. How they could wear each other out to a point where they could hardly breathe. How they could explore each other night after night and never grow tired of each other.

The music ended and she was almost naked on stage. That little thong seemed to cling on desperately to life with bills hanging from it. She ran her hand up her body, giving a final glimpse of what she might deliver as she touched one of her breasts, and it looked like she was about to moan. Her eyes looked through the room, found his, and she gave him a wink.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

She stood up and walked off stage. Someone quickly ran up and picked up the money and clothes that had been dropped. She would get it all right after. She deserved that money. She had fucking earned that money by making people cum in their pants. Her name would be on their lips tonight when they went home to their empty houses or their vanilla spouses.

She would go home with him.