Book 3: Chapter 5

The warm bubbling waters of the Jacuzzi soothed my aching arms and legs. I hadn’t realized how much of a workout just spinning around a freaking pole was going to be. I laid my head against the back of the tub and allowed the jets to do their glorious work. Even though I had been pole-dancing for a few days now, the sore muscles and aches hadn’t relaxed yet.

“That was awesome!” Bethany cheered as she bounced into the room.

“I hate you, Satan,” I told her weakly.

“I know. But you had fun, didn’t you?” she asked as she slid in next to me.

I grunted but didn’t say anything. There was no way in hell I was going to tell her that I had loved it. The dancing and the spinning and everything. When I was dancing, I felt sexy, seductive, and oh so naughty. It was a combination of everything I wasn’t in everyday life. When that music was blaring, I could finally tune out my mother’s stern voice that would tell me to be a good girl not a whore like the woman my father lef