Post by sabine simone duchamps on Jan 14, 2014 3:34:17 GMT -5
Sabine ran her fingers through her hair as she walked into the studio. It had not come as much of a shock to the French woman that she was so well known in the world for her skill. She had gotten an eMail from a fairly decent dance studio in downtown Salem, Massachusetts to teach their pole dance class for the afternoon. It hadn’t come cheap; she demanded a first class ticket and a hotel stay while she was there. Since it was away from school for winter break anyway, it seemed like a win-win situation.
She opened the proper door and saw all of the students standing around their poles, waiting for her.
“Bonjour bitches.” She smirked and slipped off her jacket over her cropped shirt that stopped right below her breasts and her snakeskin tights that hugged her sinful body in all of the delicious ways.
“My name is Lala, your instructor asked me to come here to show you how to properly make your men drool.” She went by Lala when she was dancing and when she was teaching like this. She couldn’t risk anyone she knew finding out about her secret life, and was already pushing it now that her sister’s boyfriend knew what she did.
“Any questions?” She asked, hoping that these American women would be able to understand her accent. Learning English had come easily enough to her, and something she did to make sure she would be able to teach classes like these and pleasure as many people as possible. She scanned the crowd, smirking at a very beautiful dark haired woman waiting patiently for her to start. The dark hair made her think about the American boy Dante Madigan she had in Paris a few days prior. He had been a good lay, so she even considered looking him up during her stay.
Sorry it sucks, hopefully it'll get better </3