Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

A man’s voice echoed from a distance. Over time, people started echoing that voice. They kept shouting the same two words: strip dance.

“Strip!” They roared.

“Do you hear that? They want you to do a strip dance.” Laird still looked at me closely with his crooked smile. He put his hands in his pants pockets.

“If you do a sexy strip dance there and manage to impress me, maybe I’ll consider liking you and being your slave for as long as you want,” Laird said, raising his chin towards the stage.

I smiled back at him crookedly.

“You don’t know anything, Laird. Get ready to worship me and be my slave forever,” I said with determination burning in my eyes.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

It’s time. There’s no better time than now to get back at this man. He has no idea that I’ve planned this with Alan. He will be shocked to death, admit defeat, and be my slave forever.

I slowly walked backward towards the stage. My eyes still locked onto Laird’s green eyes, and I could see my reflection carved in the light of his eyes. I knew I would win tonight.

My body turned, and I climbed onto the stage. Not from the stairs like performers usually do, but I lifted myself up with a quick kick. I leaned on my hands and climbed onto the stage, starting from my butt sitting on the stage, then slowly stood up on the stage.

As soon as I stood on the stage, everyone in the club cheered enthusiastically. Some even whistled and waited for me to dance on the stage. With confidence, I walked towards the main stage, a large rectangular stage near the curtains.

“DJ, give me the music.” My hands swayed like a magician with her magic wand.

Immediately after that, the DJ turned on the music again.

The music played with drum beats as if they were a school marching band. With drum beats providing rhythmic beats, I followed the beat by stomping my feet on the stage.

Then I clapped my hands in rhythm. In a short time, I stretched out my arms and moved like a cheerleader dance I remembered. Just like the movements I used to do when I was still a cheerleader.

People started whispering and laughing. I also saw Laird smirking at me and shaking his head. I kept jumping and moving my hands like a cheerleader leader. Suddenly, people yelled at me.

I fell silent when I heard them screaming for me to get off the stage. “You’re not sexy at all! Just take off your clothes!”

They kept booing while I just stood still. I observed my surroundings.

No, I can’t lose! This is right! I will start my sexy and dazzling performance.

Suddenly, the music changed and played a melody with a sexy beat as the drum accompaniment. The drumbeats were getting faster, and the music started to play in sync with the drum beats. I immediately transformed from stiff movements to more fluid ones.

The audience watching me now shouted and cheered, encouraging me. They seemed to realize that my dance transformation was intentional, making this dance more surprising. They seemed not to expect that I could perform sexy moves, which of course I had practiced beforehand.

I quickly lowered my body to the slippery stage floor. With one hand supporting my body, I swayed my hips and thighs on the floor. Then I turned around and lifted my buttocks high to twerk, with both hands supporting my body.

I spread my legs and slowly descended, following the slowing rhythm of the song. My legs stretched wide to perform my signature split on the floor. Then, like doing push-ups, I pushed and pulled the lower part of my body with my legs stretched out.

The song changed to a truly seductive tune. Still, with sexy movements swaying my hips, I incited shouts from the audience, who began to stand and crowd around the stage, forming a dense crowd.

My hands started playing with my hair, shaking my head so that my hair fluttered as Oscar had requested. Then I danced while squatting and spreading my thighs. My hands stroked my groin and then wiped my lips with the same fingers.

I resumed twisting on the floor. With my hand supporting my body backward, I lifted my buttocks so my body resembled a bridge connecting my legs, which were also supported by one leg. One of my legs was lifted in the air and swayed sexily, causing everyone to scream even more wildly.

Suddenly, the song changed to a more mysterious yet still sexy melody. I immediately crawled from the large stage to the center of the room.

As I crawled forward, I swayed my body and buttocks and rotated my head with my hair wildly swaying. My movements resembled those of an animal in arousal. Still crawling, I slowly rose up and climbed a large pole for pole dancing.

When the song slowed down, I turned back towards the stage. Then I walked slowly, with my feet moving in a straight line along the center of the stage. Alan was supposed to emerge from the curtain, but it turned out he followed me. He leaped from the middle of the long stage and then intercepted my path.

As Alan stepped onto the stage, the audience cheered even louder. Alan turned me around, and I walked back to the edge of the stage. Oh well, this was not part of the rehearsal, but I thought it was a good improvisation.

Because when I reached the edge of the stage, I could see Laird staring at me directly.

“This is what you asked for,” I whispered to him.

Then I started dancing seductively with Alan. He touched my swaying waist. Both of us continued to sway down until we were back on the floor. Alan slowly removed both of my shoes as I shook my legs and body a few times. Then he threw my shoes down below the stage.

The song picked up pace with repetitive club music effects. We stood up, and I continued to arch my back towards Alan. My hands reached for the nape of Alan’s neck, rubbing my head against his shoulder.

Then Alan bit the loose strap of my dress around my neck area. As he pulled the strap with a biting motion, assisted by his hands pulling my dress, my dress came off to reveal me wearing only a bra and underwear.