Go-go girl

She dances like she owns the floor. Wivien moves across the stage in clubs from Zurich to Bangkok, a live wire in heels. The lights hit her pale skin, blond hair swinging. Her hips roll slow, then quick. Hungry eyes follow every dip and thrust she offers from the pole. She slides a hand down her stomach, fingers disappearing under her skirt as her breath catches. Her other palm cups her breast, thumb teasing a hard nipple through thin fabric. She spreads wider, giving the men below a clear view of her wet fingers working deeper. One foot slides up the pole, opening her completely. Her soft gasps mix with the bass. She sinks two fingers inside herself, then three, fucking her pussy right there on stage. The crowd feels every slick thrust she gives herself. Legs tremble. Her free hand pulls her top down and she pinches her clit while her hips buck against her own hand. She comes hard, face flushed, mouth open, blond hair stuck to her damp cheeks. The lights still pulse and the men still stare, and Wivien just smiles like she might do it all over again in the next city.