Pole Dance
Yvette nodded with a smile.
Her heart could not help but praise him. No wonder the owner strongly recommended this guy. His voice
was heavenly!
Another male escort looked very ingratiating. “I know how to dance. Miss, shall I pole dance for you?”
“You know how to pole dance?”
Yvette was a little shocked. She had seen men pole dancing before because the rich ladies she used to
socialize with had brought her to a strip club. The men there could simply do everything.
Pole dancing was naturally a cinch.
Yvette would remember that scene all her life. It was like opening the door to another world.
Several good-looking men tried their best to appeal to the rich woman in front of them, who looked at
them in disdain.
That look was like a man looking down at an escort serving him drinks at a social party.
Disdain and disregard.
Yvette went back to tell her mother, but her mother just told her not to think too hard about it and just get
used to it.
Yvette suddenly felt very satisfied, so her habit of calling for men on every occasion dropped slightly.
However, she remembered that the people dancing back then were lewd and disgusting.
It was ridiculous.
The innocent-looking and ingratiating guy in front of Yvette smiled and revealed his small canines.
He wanted to pole dance?
Yvette pretended to think about it. “Sure, go ahead!”
It did not matter if he did not dance well. It was fine as long as the dance was not too sensual. When the
others saw this, they very sensibly kneeled and sat beside Yvette and Julie, pouring wine for them and
holding up fruit platters. They were very attentive.
The music outside was deafening as usual, but it became background music here.
Julie’s eyes were bleary as she tried to identify the people in front of her, but it was useless.
A clear and beautiful voice slowly rang out. The song was very tacky, but compared to the noisy music
outside, it was like a breath of fresh air. It made her want to reach out and grab it.
It was what the innocent-looking and refined boy sang just now.
He looked so youthful and pure, like sunshine. His voice was the same.
It was very desirable.
People like this were more sought after than those who worked in strip clubs.
Yvette could understand that the bar owner treated her well.
To the other side, the ingratiating boy twirled around the pole and suddenly jumped. His body leaped
flexibly, then turned gracefully.
There was no coquettish.posture at all. Instead, it looked more like an art performance, clean and
thorough.
For a moment, Yvette felt like they were not in a bar but a university dance class instead.
Yvette turned to look at Julie, who also subconsciously looked at her.
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